Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1882: 1410: Pending Revision

Upon departing from the Daqian domain and stepping into the Southern Domain, a realm where diverse beings dwell together, an untamed aura assaults you straight away.

This location stands in stark contrast to the structured and secure Human Dao domain that Li Zhirui had navigated before.

Nevertheless, he sensed a profound sense of relief and comfort in this spot, since concealing his true self was unnecessary, and the oppressive weight of the Human Dao magic network no longer bore down on him relentlessly.

Suddenly, a fierce gust swept through, laden with a heavy metallic tang of blood, surging right at Li Zhirui.

Yet he remained completely undisturbed, fresh from the chaotic clash between the Human and Devil Races, fully inured to spectacles of piled corpses and rivers of gore.

Besides, encounters like this weren't novel for him at all.

Beyond the fierce confrontations between those grand powers, he had even joined in the total annihilation of all life across whole worlds!

Still, it's worth conceding that the carnage between the Human and Devil Races reaches unparalleled savagery.

This grim reality can't be escaped; each faction battles with all they've got just to claim territory for their endurance.

“Hmm?”

Li Zhirui turned his gaze in astonishment toward the forward flank, puzzled by the sudden resurgence of the Human Dao magic network's aura even outside its borders.

As he soared ahead for a closer inspection, a band of Mo Family disciples came into view, some maneuvering devices while others brandished lengthy blades against the Devil Race, safeguarding the fortified wall at their backs—and then the pieces fell into place for him.

This spot marked the precise location where the Mo Family had opted to found their Human Dao dynasty!

“Why opt for a site so distant from the Human Dao lands to build a dynasty?”

Hovering high above, Li Zhirui surveyed the landscape stretching beneath him, at first detecting no remarkable features, but as he expanded his vision just a bit, a captivating sight emerged: a towering chain of peaks stretching endlessly from east to west far to the north.

Comprehension dawned on him right away.

The Mo Family aimed to shield against the Daqian Dynasty's southward thrust once their realm solidified, preventing outright absorption!

Though what escaped his notice was the parallel ridge extending westward.

In this configuration, should Daqian launch an assault, they'd be funneled solely through the eastern approach, sparing the Mo Family assaults from every direction.

Admittedly, drawbacks existed; positioned beyond Human Dao bounds and not even nearby, the Mo Family's nation would endure Devil Race onslaughts in isolation.

The sheer ferocity of that burden is easy to envision.

That said, observing the Mo Family's current stronghold, Li Zhirui noted their successful resistance to the strain up to now.

After a brief contemplation, he released three jade slips toward the ground below, then morphed into a streak of rainbow brilliance, vanishing into the distance.

The trio of jade slips settled firmly in front of the Mo Family's Semi-Saint overseeing the fray.

“Hmm?”

Once assured of their harmlessness, he seized them with an outstretched hand, deploying his divine sense to scan within but swiftly drawing it back.

His eyes darted across the heavens, searching for any trace, only to find emptiness.

“Chang Long, assume command in my place. Urgent business demands my attention!” the Semi-Saint declared, noting the battle's shift toward clarity, reluctant to linger further.

Addressing the follower at his side, he tucked the jade slips into his robes and dashed off.

Chang Long grasped that this reaction stemmed from the jade slips' revelations, igniting his burning inquisitiveness, yet their gravity suggested he was probably not privy to such secrets.

And that Mo Family Semi-Saint rushed forth to offer obeisance to the resident Saint.

“Saint Zhang, these three jade slips hold tremendous weight. Are the other saints within reach?” he inquired, presenting them forth.

“Oh?” Saint Zhang, struck by the gravity in his tone, grew intrigued by the slips, unleashing his divine sense with sharp eagerness.

In mere moments, he snapped his head up, his once-calm demeanor hardening to stern focus, promptly alerting the fellow saints to hasten over.

“What crisis prompts such haste in summoning us?”

“Examine these three jade slips first; we'll deliberate once all are assembled.” Saint Zhang held back further words, merely furrowing his brow in profound rumination.

Thanks to his insistence, within scant minutes, the other three saints had convened.

Having each scrutinized the jade slips, a heavy quiet enveloped the gathering.

“Zhou Quan, from whence did these jade slips originate?”

Zhou Quan, the Semi-Saint in question, recounted: “While I directed the defense against the Devil Race, these three jade slips plummeted from above, landing right before me.”

“Surely the handiwork of that Heavenly Immortal cultivator,” one saint surmised.

Although Li Zhirui masked his presence inside Daqian, perhaps obscure to the masses, the elite circles there recognized him, and word had spread even to the remote Mo Family.

The chief basis for this hunch lay in the Immortal Tao influences woven into the jade slips.

“What drives him to this? Could it truly stem from mere benevolence?”

“Unlikely; the worth of these three jade slips is far too vast for such straightforward motives.”

One slip outlined the full protocols for forging a Human Dao dynasty; the next chronicled Li Zhirui’s recollections from his prior existence on gunpowder and diverse armaments, offering sparks for the Mo Family’s inventive pursuits.

The final slip delineated a governance structure devoid of imperial rule, featuring cabinet mechanisms and assemblies of elders, encompassing every insight Li Zhirui possessed.

In truth, the Mo Family lacked a fitting emperor candidate, given their Human Dao dynasty's incomplete formalization, which would otherwise breed even graver complications.