Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1948 - 1443: The Summoning

"While you're out on your scouting missions, hide yourselves thoroughly and ensure your safety above all!"

Pondering briefly, Li Zhirui pulled out a handful of vials containing spirit pills and passed them around to the team, explaining, "These are Concealing Breath and Merging Spirit Pills. Once you swallow them, your aura shifts to fuse seamlessly with the surrounding spiritual energy. You can channel mana without exposing your real identity. Combine this with a proper concealing technique, and you'll greatly boost your odds of avoiding detection."

He had crafted this pill recipe on purpose, anticipating that the clan could often raid external domains for vital resources down the line, or that figures like Li Zhixuan might seek to exploit those realms as tribute sites.

Naturally, right now, the quality of this pill recipe remains fairly low—merely at the Loose Immortal level. For cultivators beyond that stage, its potency drops off sharply.

Truth be told, Li Zhirui's initial goal had been to develop a pill recipe capable of letting one's aura completely integrate with the fabric of heaven and earth, thus fooling the Heavenly Dao itself.

Yet that proved far too challenging—after all, each world carries its own distinct traits. For a pill to pull off such a feat, it would need its own sentience and the power to adapt dynamically!

Even intelligent beings endowed with spiritual awareness and full consciousness struggle to achieve this, so how could anyone demand it from a simple pill?

Put simply, under current conditions, this remains nothing but a pipe dream—an absolute non-starter!

Therefore, Li Zhirui had to aim lower; drawing on the fact that every world—at least those he'd explored—shared the same type of spiritual energy, he devised the existing version of the Concealing Breath and Merging Spirit Pill.

Putting that to one side!

Many in the clan puzzled over why Li Zhirui would give such a directive, and with so much wariness too. Yet nobody raised any objections, and oddly enough, a subtle wave of worry and tension bubbled up within them all without warning.

Consequently, they wasted no time at all, quickly assembling their squads and departing in various directions to begin their surveillance.

"Fourth Brother, what's with Ancestor Rui wanting us to scout the surroundings? Do the cultivators from Floating Light Realm really have the guts to strike at us?" This comment dripped with a touch of irritation.

They had expected to lounge at the camp in ease, but instead got thrust into this unexpected task. A bit of frustration naturally stirred in their minds.

"Ancestor Rui's decisions always make sense. Don't cause issues or spout groundless guesses!" The squad leader's expression soured, and he rebuked them softly.

"Even so..." The fellow sulked, but facing that sharp glare, he could only duck his head and hold his tongue.

Following this exchange, the mood among the group turned markedly more subdued.

They pressed on through the air for a while longer, now about one to two thousand miles away from the camp, yet they spotted absolutely nothing.

The clan member couldn't resist chiming in once more, "See, Fourth Brother? I said it—no trouble at all. We've covered plenty of ground. Let's head back without delay."

Irritated by the constant prodding, the fourth brother snapped, "Quiet down! Push ahead another thousand miles for scouting!"

However, they hadn't advanced even that much—just a mere hundred or two hundred miles—when suddenly, in front of them loomed a huge army: countless demon cultivators and devil beasts charging straight toward their position!

And from the path they were taking, it seemed their main objective was the clan's newly set up rear outpost!

Since the main fighting zone lay far from this route, and even a rear ambush wouldn't justify coming this way.

In a flash, panic gripped every clan member, their faces draining to ashen white, while icy sweat drenched their backs instantly.

Had the Fourth Brother not pushed for further exploration moments ago, they would have completely overlooked this army's presence, remained clueless about the impending catastrophe at the base, and lost any shot at issuing a timely alert.

After a brief pause, the squad leader regained his composure and whispered a hidden sound transmission: "Pop another Concealing Breath and Merging Spirit Pill, activate your aura-hiding method to the fullest, stay utterly silent, and retreat straight to the base!"

Seeing each clan member execute these steps with utmost care and precision, he eased up a fraction and guided the team in a hushed, covert pullback.

Luckily, the incoming horde's vast numbers slowed their advance considerably, allowing the scouts to soon leave them well in the dust.

Finally free from detection fears, they sped full throttle back to the base. At the same time, Fourth Brother triggered multiple Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Talismans directed at Li Zhirui; each carried just one word: DANGER!

To dodge any risk of interception revealing their plans, he limited it to that lone word and fired off several in rapid succession—both to guarantee delivery and to underscore the dire urgency.

The outbound trip had spanned two or three hours, but the return took only one—proof of the desperate speed and effort poured into it.

Upon arriving at the base, Li Zhirui's pulse raced when the initial sound transmission talisman arrived; whatever the scouts had run into screamed serious threat!

He wasted no time summoning the elders handling base operations and, with a creased forehead, declared, "The base faces imminent peril. An unidentified horde from this realm's locals is gearing up to assault us!"

"Ancestor Rui, where did this warning originate? Can you share fuller specifics?" One elder inquired, his brows knitted.

Under usual circumstances, he wouldn't probe, but the gravity here demanded extra vigilance.

Li Zhirui laid it out, beginning with his abrupt premonition, then describing the dispatch of scouts across all angles, and finally mentioning the flurry of sound transmission talismans that had just arrived.

"The enemy natives must number in the thousands at least. No other reason explains why that clansman Li Xiuting behaved so urgently."