Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1942 - 1440: Recuperation

Li Zhirui hesitated to step in deeply and support Li Zhixuan because the Floating Light Realm stood as the key sacrifice she aimed to offer for settling her karmic ties!

As a true sacrifice, it only made sense for her to shape it with her own hands, thus revealing deeper honesty in her resolve.

Yet with Da Qing and his companions now present, fate might have willed it so, prompting him to halt his words halfway and permit them to aid Li Zhixuan.

He called forth a family member to guide their path, and Da Qing's trio set out without delay.

"Maybe Zhixuan's push for breakthrough this round will just fizzle out empty." Li Zhirui eyed their retreating figures, muttering under his breath.

Curiously enough, that notion had sprung up in his thoughts without warning.

Still, a spark of wonder hit him—why would those three abruptly feel driven to assist Li Zhixuan and ease her load out of the blue?

Their connection wasn't tight by any means; acquaintances would stretch it at best.

To nudge Da Qing, Xiaoqing, and Cang so gently, leaving no mark whatsoever, only the Heavenly Dao held that power.

'Could the Heavenly Dao be scheming to block Zhixuan's ascension and exit from the Primal Spirit Realm?'

A stir rose in Li Zhirui's chest, his intrigue swelling over whatever cause or incident had flipped the Heavenly Dao's stance on Li Zhixuan so wildly.

From early disdain, hatred, and irritation, it now plotted to hold her back—shady tactics aside, the impact rang clear.

This twist heightened his caution against the Heavenly Dao, steeling him to block any future disruptions to his cultivation journey.

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Meanwhile, Li Zhixuan didn't dwell on Da Qing and the rest rushing to her aid. She viewed it as a boon, one that might let her seize the Floating Light Realm more swiftly.

"Thank you deeply for choosing to lend a hand," she voiced her thanks with pure earnestness.

Xiaoqing shook her head, replying, "Just don't see us as here to stir chaos. Truth is, per Jiu's take, we won't boost you hugely or drag you down much either."

"Why would I object? Your decision to join and support already fills me with thanks. It might cut down heaps of time and toil, who can say."

Honestly, the bunch barely knew each other; so after some quick talk, they sorted out family members and wandering cultivators, then had Da Qing, Xiaoqing, and Cang each head up a squad of experts to tackle the scattered small powers across the Floating Light Realm.

For the first time, the three shouldered such heavy duty, advancing with utmost care. It took wiping out a handful of minor groups before they adjusted to the Floating Light Realm's setup, forming a solid sense of the power shifts within this domain.

"From what I've seen up to now, those lesser powers in the Floating Light Realm lack real might, but their crowds aren't few, making the cleanup a real hassle," Xiaoqing noted.

All three boasted top-tier Earth Immortal Realm levels; their might crushed all, rendering them nearly invincible in the Floating Light Realm.

Though the Heavenly Dao curbed their power a touch, they could still bulldoze through the bulk of the opposition with ease.

"True enough, but that's just the Floating Light Realm's Immortal Dao side. Heaven knows how the Demonic Tao and Devil Race stack up—tricky or simple to crush."

"As Divines, Cang and I can't stick around the Floating Light Realm too long, so we'll push hard to clear as many hurdles for Zhixuan as we can before departure forces us out."

Right then, the Immortal Dao forces in the Floating Light Realm teetered on the brink of total doom, their crisis beyond words.

Even with Demonic Tao and Devil Race pitching in now, it barely shifted the tide; the Floating Light Realm's faction kept sliding toward ruin without halt.

After a brief pause to chat, they charged back at the Immortal Dao groups.

"It's done for..."

"All over..."

The head of the final mighty Immortal Sect surviving in the Floating Light Realm showed pure collapse on his face, waves of hopelessness and grief pouring from him.

This very last Immortal sect was the one Li Zhixuan had struck at before!

Yet against her razor-sharp Sword Qi, even backed by Demonic Tao and Devil Race, they'd only stalled their doom for a fleeting moment.

Truthfully, labeling it as Demonic Tao and Devil Race aid overstated things; their support was thin at best, since they now guarded against Immortal Dao counterstrikes themselves.

"The final Immortal Dao sect!"

Li Zhixuan stared at the shattered, wrecked mountain entrance, her heart unmoved by any pang of loss for fallen kin. Rather, her sword grip firmed as she unleashed yet another surge of Sword Qi.

In the end, it boiled down to lacking raw power. With enough strength, how could defeat loom so near?

Rumble—

A thunderous boom echoed as the Protective Array shattered completely. The whole sect stood bare to Li Zhixuan and her allies. Without a single command from her, the experts at her back swarmed like a plague, rapidly cutting down the foe cultivators.

This final sect skipped any desperate bid to save a remnant spark, since it proved pointless. Once gone, only weak Immortal Dao remnants would linger, powerless against these savage attackers like hungry beasts, so their leader saw no use in futile gestures.

As for sending core disciples fleeing to Demonic Tao or Devil Race territories? Never mind if those Demon Cultivators and Devil Beasts would slaughter them on sight—

Even if spared, it'd merely delay the inevitable a bit. After all, these invaders from beyond had arrived bent on wiping every living thing from this realm.

They'd simply drawn the short straw, clashing straight on and falling first; with Immortal Dao crushed, the onslaught would turn to the rest next.