Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1904 - 1421: Awaiting Restoration

Deep within the utterly dark cave, eight Demon Cultivators moved with utmost caution, wary of any lurking perils that could strike.

Be it their sheer luck or the years that had worn down whatever mechanisms might have been set, the path ahead stayed free of threats, allowing them to arrive without incident at the tunnel's conclusion.

"Could this be the fabled Changyou relic from the Treasure Map?"

Everyone in the group gazed intently at the ancient bronze gate ahead, etched with all sorts of savage spectral beasts, their gazes brimming with thrill and eagerness, though hidden motives churned beneath the surface.

"If it's really the Changyou relic, we'll hit the jackpot big time!"

Legends tell of Chang You as a mighty Heavenly Immortal Great Demon from two to three millennia past, his power unrivaled, excelling in the Demonic Tao and commanding the Fierce Ghosts, Blood Sea, Yin Corpses, and White Bones magic veins, hailed as the supreme figure in the Demonic Tao!

In those days, the Heavenly Dao sent eight Heavenly Immortal Cultivators to surround and destroy him, this ultimate threat. But against all odds, Chang You shattered their trap, leaving three or four of those Heavenly Immortals gravely wounded.

Following that clash, his renown soared higher, elevating him from the top of the Demonic Tao to the unrivaled lord of the entire Primal Spirit Realm, overshadowing every cultivator alive in his time.

That period represented the zenith of Demonic Tao might, with their forces seizing vast swaths of land on the other three continents, plunging the whole Primal Spirit Realm into demonic gloom.

Then, suddenly, Chang You disappeared entirely!

Some say his overwhelming Karmic Force led to his doom by Heavenly Punishment; others claim he ascended beyond the Primal Spirit Realm; a few suggest he achieved Daoist enlightenment and met his end...

Rumors swirled wildly, and every faction except the Demonic Tao let out a collective breath of relief.

Lacking a titan like him, the Demonic Tao's power waned rapidly, and nearly all the territories they'd claimed were taken back.

Now, onto the present!

"Indeed, assuming the Treasure Map holds true, the riches and paths to Heavenly Immortal realm await us here!"

At those words, every one of the eight couldn't suppress their surging excitement and passion.

Though they held the rank of Earth Immortals, earning them titles as Ancestor Masters, to the Heavenly Immortal Great Demons, they were just a notch above disposable pawns, hard to make full use of.

Yet regardless of that edge, pawns stayed pawns; their fates hung entirely in others' hands!

Still, a closer look at their faces revealed that under the thrill and zeal lurked wariness, vigilance, and a torrent of deceitful plots.

Trust holds no place in the Demonic Tao!

No matter the apparent solidarity at this moment, should interests clash—or even without a clash, if the rewards tempt enough—they'd backstab their closest ally without a second thought!

For the time being, facing the perils of the unknown, they kept up a show of togetherness.

"Who wants to take the risk and open that door?"

The query hung in the air, met with dead quiet, since nobody dared face whatever peril might lurk.

"What if I send my puppet in first?" proposed a scrawny Demon Cultivator cloaked in a loose black robe, his tone icy cold.

"If Pang's up for it, we'll count on you then."

After a moment's consideration, the others raised no protest, unsure if the gate held any threats, so the puppet made the perfect scout.

Without a word, Pang Wei pulled out a human-like puppet from his robes, skipping Mana infusion and instead fueling it via Spirit Stones while guiding it with Puppet Silk to handle the door.

At the sight, several Demon Cultivators flashed subtle astonishment; his approach struck them as overly guarded!

But soon their focus locked onto the puppet, as it marched up to the bronze gate and shoved with full force.

Squeak—

As the grating noise of the door grinding open echoed dully, the expected trial or barrier turned out to be absent.

However, they held back from charging in, instead directing Pang Wei to keep directing the puppet forward to scout for hazards.

They only stepped where the puppet had already gone.

No wonder their caution ran so deep; the Great Demon Changyou's infamous legacy alone could doom them through even the simplest setups.

The party made it safely into the cave chamber, wrapped in shadows and completely barren.

"What if there's zero treasure? We've thrown away all this effort, rushing here for zilch," one Demon Cultivator muttered in frustration.

Plenty of the Demon Cultivators harbored the same doubts, growing rather irritated.

"Search properly; those side doors in the walls hold the real prizes!" Without worry over hidden traps in the doors, he wouldn't waste breath warning these idiots.

Yet in the end, letting these idiots probe ahead suited him fine; any threats could claim their hides as barriers.

Before long, no perils or snares emerged from the doors, dashing hopes of danger. Right after, awareness dawned on them, unveiling a wealth of the Spiritual Objects they'd craved.

"Hurry and gather them up now; we can't let these invaluable items go to waste. They're essential for our future cultivation and can't afford any damage," one Demon Cultivator pressed with haste.