Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1855: 1396: Pending Repairs_2

Previously on Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan...

The Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance has abandoned its massive search after failing to identify Li Zhirui, who successfully obscured his true appearance while operating in the Northern Domain. Now traveling through the East Continent, Li Zhirui observes a world transformed by the Primal Spirit Realm's evolution, noting the surge in spiritual energy and the disappearance of demonic territories. During his journey, he encounters a cynical elderly cultivator who warns that the rapid explosion of the practitioner population is a precursor to a catastrophic world war or total collapse. While Li Zhirui remains skeptical of these dire predictions, the encounter highlights a growing tension between the flourishing surface of the immortal world and the potential dangers lurking beneath its growth.

“Fellow Daoist, you are truly formidable!”

Admiration surged within him as he spoke. In an era consumed by greed and the pursuit of quick profit, finding a cultivator so indifferent to fame and wealth was exceedingly rare—perhaps he was the only one left.

“May I take a look at your records?” Li Zhirui asked, his interest thoroughly piqued.

“Of course.”

The moment the elder agreed, a Jade Slip materialized in the air before him.

“In Qiongming State, data from local Sects and resident Loose Cultivators shows that the population of cultivators has doubled over the last ten years and continues to climb…”

“In Cliff Eagle State, the number of cultivators rose by 40%…”

“In Yuhuo State, there has been a steady annual increase for a decade, with an average growth rate reaching 50%!”

The Jade Slip contained detailed records of over thirty State Domains, proving that the elder had dedicated many years to this investigation.

Upon finishing the records, Li Zhirui fell into a pensive silence. Such growth rates were indeed staggering! The massive crisis the elder predicted might not be a mere fantasy after all.

However, he soon regained his composure, pushing aside the lingering anxiety.

He maintained his faith in the Heavenly Dao of the Primal Spirit Realm, believing it would not remain passive forever; there were surely underlying reasons beyond their current understanding.

“Fellow Daoist, your righteousness is truly admirable!”

Even though he doubted the number of cultivators would continue to surge without end—since the Heavenly Dao would inevitably step in—he was moved. While the rest of the world was lost in celebration and indulgence, this elder, despite being a Human Immortal, had remained sober. Traveling across the East Continent for decades to investigate was a feat worthy of respect!

“What righteousness is this? It’s just that my cultivation can hardly progress further, so I put my past cultivation time to use, contributing a trifling effort.” The elder dismissed the praise with a simple wave of his hand.

“I am also traveling to broaden my horizons. Would you mind if I joined you for a portion of your journey?” Li Zhirui inquired.

“I would be delighted to have the assistance. Why would I mind?” A faint smile finally broke through the elder's stoic expression.

Consequently, Li Zhirui began assisting the elder with his various tasks.

Anyone else would be shocked to see Li Zhirui, a powerful Heavenly Immortal, following the lead of a mere Human Immortal Cultivator. Yet, he didn't mind in the slightest, choosing to learn humbly by the elder's side.

This served as a trial in the mortal world. By gathering data, he encountered diverse cultivators and learned their personal histories and the legends of others.

While the journey didn't provide a massive boost to his strength, it subtly refined Li Zhirui’s Mental State and strengthened his Dao Heart.

Decades passed in a flash. The elder appeared even more weathered, seemingly nearing the conclusion of his life’s journey. In reality, his true limit was still far off, as the concept of a lifespan becomes nearly irrelevant once one reaches the Immortal Realm.

Eventually, the time came for Li Zhirui to depart.

“Thank you for your guidance and care during these years; I have gained much. Regrettably, I have other obligations and can no longer assist with your research,” he said with a hint of regret.

“It is I who should thank you. Your help in refining my tools and techniques has made this work much simpler.”

The elder replied with a calm demeanor, “All good things must come to an end. I look forward to our next meeting.”

“Yes, I look forward to it as well.”

Secretly, Li Zhirui knew this was likely their final goodbye. Despite spending over a decade together, they had never exchanged names or identities. To the world, they remained little more than strangers.

“Farewell!”

With those words, he circulated his Mana and soared into the horizon.

Li Zhirui did not head straight back to Mount Wanxian. Instead, he assumed a new disguise and continued his wanderings through the Primal Spirit Realm.

Given his immense Cultivation and power, he could easily plunder every Spiritual Object in the region if he chose. However, he was not so foolish as to provoke every major power in existence.

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One afternoon, while Li Zhirui was trekking across the land and admiring the natural scenery, a streak of Spirit Light suddenly flashed past him and vanished.

“Damn it!”

He realized instantly that the Human Immortal Rank Spiritual Object he had just discovered had been snatched right out of his hand.

“Stay here! Return the Spirit Flower you took!”

Shouting his demand, he turned into a beam of red light to give chase. To his amazement, the thief was so fast and skilled that they were nearly able to outrun the reach of Li Zhirui’s Divine Sense!

As one flower blooms, two branches narrate their story.