Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1962: 1450: Explosion

To execute this strategy, following deliberation, the Human Immortals resolved to ignore Li Zhixuan’s encampment any longer—even during enemy assaults, they would merely hold their ground.

Their aim was to concentrate forces, strike straight at the intruders’ stronghold, block their escape routes, and gradually eliminate them.

Thus, on that very evening, a squad made up solely of top Devil Race warriors and Demonic Tao experts departed stealthily, heading directly toward the outpost that had imprinted bitter recollections upon them.

Following an evening of relentless flight, as they neared the spot, they reduced speed and started replenishing their exhausted mana.

Two hours passed before they resumed travel and promptly arrived at the target area.

Yet the scene unfolding before them was utterly astonishing!

Beneath the faint, luminous heavens, the valley once shielded by arrays and packed with layered structures now stood utterly barren! No remnants whatsoever remained.

Each member scanned meticulously with divine sense, but detected not a single hint!

“Have they shifted locations, or escaped the Floating Light Realm entirely?” a Demon Cultivator pondered with a furrowed brow, undecided.

“Likely the first option.”

Another Demon Cultivator added: “More than ten thousand hostile cultivators still linger in the Floating Light Realm; they wouldn’t desert them all.”

“So what’s our next move?”

Their objective had been to raze this base and disrupt the foes’ withdrawal, yet now no target existed—how could they proceed?

“The fact that the adversaries relocated reveals their diminished power. The issue is locating them swiftly.”

Moreover, they lacked the luxury of prolonged searching—war might ignite imminently, demanding their swift return.

The Demon Cultivator murmured gravely, “Thus, we must demolish this site, proclaim a breach of their barriers, and perhaps deceive them to shatter their resolve!”

“That scheme might fail! If they’re merely moving, they’d have coordinated it previously.”

Nevertheless, upon reflection, no superior approach emerged; they had to attempt it. Perhaps it would succeed? Worst case, they’d expend some mana in vain.

“As we begin, maintain separation, lest those vile foes planted snares upon departure.”

All felt a jolt inwardly—absolutely! Those wretched intruders favored such deceptions.

Rumble—

Wary of potential pitfalls in the valley, none disembarked the spirit boat—they remained aboard and launched their divine ability techniques.

Blasts thundered without cease, debris billowed upward, stones cracked and rolled down the inclines.

In mere moments, the entire valley lay entombed, overtaken by a deluge of tumbling rocks!

Next, they conjured illusions nearby mimicking a fierce clash’s aftermath: strewn bodies, gore-drenched and horrifying—and captured it all via a memory stone.

This served as their “tool” to undermine the intruders’ combat zeal and spirit!

Armed with this fabricated “tool,” the group embarked on the journey back, hearts heavy with worry.

However, these fiends and beasts remained oblivious that, from their entry into the valley, a watchful gaze had tracked them constantly—every utterance and deed observed and overheard distinctly.

It was Li Zhirui, concealed far underground, safeguarding the space anchor!

He offered no commentary on their maneuvers—after all, bereft of alternatives, they resorted to self-delusion.

“Evidently, Zhixuan has mounted considerable pressure on them, or they wouldn’t resort to such tactics.”

This occasion might truly allow them to conclude the conflict and seize the Floating Light Realm!

And those devilish creatures, after additional hours of hurried flight, reentered the mountain outpost and relayed the base’s status along with their deception.

“Seems they anticipated us, fortifying against the strike,” a Demon Cultivator remarked at once.

Yet confronted by this development, they stood helpless to alter it.

“Regarding your attempted ploy, we’ll observe its impact.” Even so, he harbored scant optimism.

A devil beast declared, “You’ve toiled strenuously on this round trip. Rest now. Lacking an easy path, we must overpower those intruders through raw might. Your utmost will be required then.”

The rest concurred—indeed, no other recourse existed.

At the same time, nearby in the Primordial Spirit Camp—

“Ancestor Xuan, urgent news demands your attention.” A clansman abruptly appeared at Li Zhixuan’s cave dwelling and rapped on the entrance.

As the realm’s locals shunned combat, Li Zhixuan refrained from compelling a full assault on the peaks—being the aggressors placed them at inherent disadvantage, and with scant numbers, they couldn’t afford heavy losses as expendables.

Thus, she lingered in the camp, awaiting a chance.

With a groan, the door parted gradually.

“What occurred?”

“Salutations, Ancestor Xuan.”

After a bow, he promptly detailed his find, “Moments ago, I spotted a band of devils and monsters stealthily reentering the mountains from afar.”

“Oh?”

Li Zhixuan’s detached demeanor sharpened instantly, as she inquired, “Anything further observed?”

“No more.” This glimpse was coincidental; suspecting hidden import, he rushed to inform her.