Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1936: 1437: Pending Repair
Previously on Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan...
Even with Li Zhirui's strength heavily restricted, his mere arrival imposed tremendous strain on all those present.
Faces etched with gravity marked the Floating Light Realm cultivators, their mana strained to the utmost. The moment he struck, they'd unleash their prepared assaults without delay to meet him head-on.
“You’re all far too vigilant—I’m no flood dragon or savage beast.” Noticing their stance, Li Zhirui let out an involuntary chuckle.
Far from easing, the group's tension only intensified. Though he lacked the form of a flood or beast, his threat loomed far greater!
In truth, the prior dangers might claim only a handful of lives, but this foe hungered for every soul among them while eyeing their domains with greed.
“Your Excellency, your aura radiates exceptional might and dignified poise, marking you as a true righteous cultivator—why descend to such ignoble deeds?” one cultivator bellowed at once.
“Hahahahaha…”
At these words, Li Zhirui erupted in booming laughter, finally subsiding moments later, a scornful grin twisting his features as he replied: “Don’t you think it’s ridiculous when you utter such nonsense?”
Does this world truly harbor paths of righteousness or deviance? Such labels boil down to mere clashes in cultivation philosophies and racial alignments.
When Immortal Tao holds sway today, they proclaim themselves just; should Demonic Tao rise tomorrow, those same voices would echo the claim.
The Devil Race too, granted sufficient might, could easily crown itself righteous.
What divides good from evil relies far more on raw power than deeds, doctrines, or bloodlines.
Without enough strength to back it, flaunting such a hollow banner merely draws mockery.
Beyond that hollow gesture, it serves no genuine purpose!
Darkness clouded the cultivators' visages, leaving them at a loss for words—likely stunned that Li Zhirui scorned these ideals entirely, even ridiculing them outright.
“Make your move!”
His words barely faded when Li Zhirui lunged ahead, plunging into the throng like a predator amid helpless prey, felling several caught-off-guard cultivators in a flash.
In that instant, Li family spirits surged skyward; a band of relentless kin warriors unleashed a barrage of brilliant spirit arts against the Floating Light Realm, harvesting lives in droves.
Their riposte lagged by a heartbeat, yet panic didn't seize them from the unfolding chaos—instead, they steadied swiftly and mounted a fierce retaliation.
Chaos exploded into savage combat between the factions, souls perishing in every fleeting second.
Li Zhirui's formidable role and their opening edge granted the Li family dominance for the moment, though swelling ranks from the Floating Light Realm gradually tipped the scales against them.
Spotting the shift, Li Zhirui felt a surge of satisfaction, for the true aim lay in pulling in greater numbers of their troops to bar any swift retreat to safeguard their flanks.
Still, as Li family losses mounted before his eyes, a flicker of concern and distress hid beneath his impassive mask.
Seizing the perfect instant, Li Zhirui directed his clansmen to pull back briefly, erecting a shielding array to endure the mounting fury from the Floating Light Realm's onslaughts.
In reality, a vaster strategy churned in his thoughts; delaying these foes alone demanded no direct command from him—the clan brimmed with adepts suited for the role.
“Hahahaha, you lot amount to little! Daring to storm our Floating Light Realm with such feeble might? Utter fools!” an opposing cultivator sneered with haughty glee, his bearing swollen with overweening pride.
Li Zhirui stood unshaken. Foes like this proved advantageous, fanning their own cockiness and bravado to stoke the frenzy, thereby blunting their awareness and decision-making.
“They’re on the verge of breaking—hit them with everything!” the cultivator howled in frenzy, barreling forward with wild zeal etched on his face.
Close on his heels, a swarm of cultivators pressed in with aggressive fervor, their momentum suggesting an imminent shatter of the Li family's barriers.
To draw them further into the snare, Li Zhirui expressly ordered his kin to withhold their utmost, deploying only partial force to safeguard the Defensive Array from rupture, while seizing the chance to swallow elixirs and steadily replenish their mana.
Yet the Li family's calculated display of frailty convinced the enemy they teetered on collapse, spurring a ramp-up in their offensive fury. Certain overzealous cultivators skimped on personal shields, channeling every scrap of remaining mana into the assault!
Half a quarter…
A quarter…
Two quarters…
…
The defense, appearing fragile and moments from downfall, astoundingly withstood the pressure for a solid hour!
Surveying the clash anew, the Li family showed hints of weariness, yet their battle fervor blazed undimmed with renewed vitality; meanwhile, the rabid Floating Light Realm attackers lay spent, their mana all but depleted.
“This is bad! We’ve walked into an ambush—Junior Brother Bai and the rest are in peril!”
Even the least perceptive among the trailing cultivators caught the anomaly, struck with horror, they hurriedly mustered the group for reinforcement.
But the Li family struck back with greater speed!
“Now, unleash everything and spare not a single one of these foolhardy cultivators!” With Li Zhirui's roar, a cascade of a thousand vibrant divine techniques, incantations, treasures, and charms burst forth, weaving a dread flood across the skies that hammered down with merciless force!