Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1968: 1453: Sacrifice

Actually, these regulations served merely as a deception to dupe them, ensuring no suspicions arose while they remained docile and free of disturbances.

The Devil Beasts and Demon Cultivators truly found comfort in the array of rules, pondering that enslavement to Outer Realm Creatures might not prove so terrible if conditions stayed this way.

In the worst case, it involved merely dedicating some effort to labor, yet high-grade demons could readily delegate tasks to their subordinates, thereby upholding their accustomed existences.

…

At the same time, upon the return of Li Zhixuan's accompanying group to the base, a figure abruptly emerged, soaring from the previously vacant zone.

“Jiu.”

It was none other than Li Zhirui, concealed in this location to guard the spatial anchor point.

“Has the major conflict concluded?” Observing the group's arrival, he swiftly inferred the battle's result.

From the headcount alone, it exceeded his anticipations.

“Indeed. We overcame the elite forces assembled by the indigenous inhabitants at a significant cost, with the survivors submitting without resistance.” Li Zhixuan summarized the conflict's progression concisely.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhirui arched a brow, yet with numerous onlookers present, he refrained from further comments—merely nodding as he remarked, “Excellent, although your return seems premature. The three-month limit I established hasn't quite elapsed.”

“Only days remain. We'll linger nearby.”

Following that, the assembly dispersed to individual spots—some constructed provisional cave abodes, others simply selected a place to meditate.

The Loose Cultivators, too, now conducted themselves with restraint, avoiding any rash actions.

For one, the series of combats had drained them, leaving their minds fatigued even post-recovery, disinclined toward further exertion.

Moreover, their gains proved abundant; storage artifacts brimmed with precious spirit items, devoid of additional capacity.

Additionally, uncertainty shrouded the spatial rift's activation timing. Yielding to minor gains and forfeiting the return to the Primal Spirit Realm would equate to misprioritizing the trivial over the essential.

The period of anticipation flowed as uneventfully as plain water—void of incidents, it elapsed swiftly.

As the Li family members in the Primal Spirit Realm initiated the World Traveling Technique, Li Zhirui abstained from interference, permitting the midair pathway's formation.

“Time to depart.”

On this occasion, diverging from their arrival, the initial departures belonged not to the Li family but to the Loose Cultivators—not from wariness, given ample Li members on the opposite side, barring any desire to dwell in the Floating Light Realm.

Yet should they opt to remain, their power levels offered scant prospect of dominance; quite the contrary, natives of this realm would likely eliminate them.

The true intent behind this sequence lay in detaining Li Zhirui, Li Zhixuan, and select informed clan kin for the finale.

These individuals could assist Li Zhixuan in erecting the sacrificial formation while assessing the merits accrued and karma alleviated from offering an entire world.

Roughly fifteen minutes passed before every Loose Cultivator and clan participant exited the Floating Light Realm, isolating the five of them.

“Commence.”

With those words, Li Zhirui retrieved an assortment of spirit materials from his storage artifact, designated for the sacrificial array's construction.

Such items had entered the Floating Light Realm from the outset, and given his rear-guard station and formidable prowess, it fell to him naturally to safeguard them.

Regarding the sacrificial array, despite its imposing and arcane connotation, it constituted essentially an altered variant of the guiding formation.

Its sole purpose involved summoning the Primal Spirit Realm’s Heavenly Dao to this plane, leveraging its immense authority to subjugate the local Heavenly Dao, subsequently assimilating the realm's origin, laws' potency, and similar essences.

Thus, the array soon stood ready.

Li Zhixuan ascended the array's core and triggered it, employing her vitality to invoke the Primal Spirit Realm’s Heavenly Dao, prompting this world to detect an immense threat!

Darkness swiftly enveloped the heavens, dense thunderclouds surged, and within moments, dread retribution materialized—massive lightning serpents twisting and gleaming, poised to strike.

Yet precisely then, her linkage to the Primal Spirit Realm’s Heavenly Dao succeeded!

A vaster, more inscrutable force crashed into the Floating Light Realm, instantly demolishing over half the impending tribulation.

Gazing upward at the transformations, Li Zhirui's eyes narrowed sharply.

The Primal Spirit Realm’s Heavenly Dao displayed such overbearing might—manifesting scarcely, it wrenched substantial dominion over this domain straight from the grasp of its native Heavenly Dao?!

“Ancestor Rui, our powers are surging back rapidly!” a nearby clan member exclaimed.

Li Zhirui, of course, sensed it too—in truth, ahead of the others.

Currently, his mind turned to another inquiry: did the Primal Spirit Realm’s Heavenly Dao overpower due to sheer superiority, or had their incursion depleted the Floating Light Realm's origin and weakened its Heavenly Dao—or both factors combined—yielding this result!

However, leisure for such musings soon vanished.

“Such an unexpected boon! Hasten! Steady your minds and silently absorb the laws emerging from the clash between the dual realms’ Heavenly Daos! Caution: avoid immersion, or risk your spirit soul undergoing Daoization.”

After cautioning his few clansmen, Li Zhirui banished distractions and immersed wholly in grasping the unfolding Purification Principle.

This unforeseen turn surprised all—no prior Li family world sacrifice had occurred, marking their inaugural trial.

Had they foreseen this, the others wouldn't have departed, and reinforcements might have been summoned.

Alas, inexperience cost them this windfall.

Li Zhirui strained to internalize the Purification Principle, aiming to exploit this chance for profounder insight and command over this law.

His fellow clansmen concentrated similarly, reluctant to squander the moment.

Yet the law's display concluded abruptly!

With the Primal Spirit Realm’s Heavenly Dao 'vanquishing' the local counterpart and consuming its essence, tranquility naturally restored.

As the laws fully dissipated, Li Zhirui's eyes fluttered open, regret etching his features—it spanned barely fifteen minutes; a longer duration would have been ideal.

Unfortunately, such a boon lay distant in the future.

The local Heavenly Dao subdued and its origin siphoned by the Primal Spirit Realm’s Heavenly Dao, the world exhibited collapse indicators.

Skyward fissures erupted, disgorging infinite abyssal fog, as the earth quaked fiercely, peaks tumbling and rocks cascading.

Doomsday loomed over the realm—destruction scenes abounded, with firmament and terrain fracturing asunder.

…

From the instant the sacrificial array ignited, the Devil Beasts and Demon Cultivators dispersed across the Floating Light Realm, beholding these cataclysmic visions, descended forthwith into frenzy and disquiet.

The low-tier Devil Beasts howled in fear, scattering chaotically as the ground split beneath them.

“What’s going on?!” a frantic Demon Cultivator bellowed, gaze fixed on the fracturing skies.

“The world is crumbling! Run for your lives!” another shrieked, wings flapping desperately.

High-ranking demons attempted to rally their followers, voices booming amid the turmoil: “Stay calm! This must be a temporary calamity from the Outer Realm Creatures!”

Yet panic spread uncontrollably; spatial tears yawned, devouring swathes of fleeing beings.

“Those damned humans tricked us! This is no slavery—it’s annihilation!” a seething elder demon roared, Qi surging futilely against the encroaching void.

Endless wails echoed as mountains shattered and oceans boiled, the realm’s laws unraveling chaotically.

Some demons sought refuge in hidden domains, only for barriers to fail under the onslaught.

“Boss, we’re doomed! The Heavenly Dao has abandoned us!” subordinates cried, clinging to superiors.

Attempts to breach dimensional walls proved vain; the collapse accelerated, swallowing all in oblivion.

Regret filled their final moments—betrayed by false assurances, now facing utter demise.

In the chaos, alliances fractured; Devil Beasts turned on Demon Cultivators in desperate survival bids.

Lightning from shattered tribulations struck indiscriminately, incinerating hordes.

“Curse those Li family dogs! They sacrificed our home!” one survivor lamented before vanishing into a rift.

The apocalypse raged unchecked, erasing the Floating Light Realm’s essence entirely.

As the final rifts sealed in cataclysmic fury, nothing remained but echoes of despair.