Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1988 - 1463: Reverence

In the initial phase of the Great Catastrophe, Li Chengsheng contemplated diving straight into the disaster himself, aiming to clear his karmic ties by massacring the Devil Race and Demon Cultivators.

Yet, as a prudent individual, he refused to move without full readiness, so he covertly sent a subordinate god down to the mortal realm to track and eliminate a Devil Beast.

But the outcome fell way short of Li Chengsheng's expectations—the subordinate god did earn some Merit from slaying the Devil Beast, yet karma swiftly emerged as a backlash!

As a result, the god was compelled to linger on the earthly plane, persisting in the hunt for Devil Beasts to rapidly address the newly incurred karmic burdens.

This development utterly demolished Li Chengsheng’s initial strategy, extinguishing all thoughts of him personally crossing into the Tribulation amid the fray.

When Li Chengshuo now questioned him on the matter, he straightforwardly shared the full account.

Upon learning these details, she felt a deep sense of dejection and regret. What a prime chance to handle karma effortlessly, but they were unable to seize it—such a regrettable loss.

In the end, they had no choice but to stay put inside the Divine Domain, sticking to their familiar approaches to gradually gather Merit, while striving to prevent any further karmic entanglements with the world.

"Divine Master!"

Suddenly, a subordinate god hurried in to deliver the news, "About two hours back, three Heavenly Immortals dropped one by one!"

"And frontline dispatches indicate that multiple other battle zones are seeing their fates—survival or demise, triumph or loss—taking shape clearly."

"That quick?!"

Li Chengsheng was taken aback. He’d assumed these Heavenly Immortals would battle far longer before any winner appeared, yet merely ten days had elapsed.

But upon brief reflection, he grasped the cause; he couldn’t suppress a sigh, "Looks like both factions unleashed everything, desperate to wrap this up in haste!"

Otherwise, given the might of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, they could have prolonged the conflict for a considerable duration.

Ultimately, these events bore no relevance to Li Chengsheng and his sister Li Chengshuo; they were simply barred from entering the battlefield personally.

After the sigh, they each withdrew to their individual Cave Mansions for secluded meditation.

In a realm overflowing with Tribulation Evil Energy, it was plainly unfit for Cultivation or grasping Laws, as they needed to steer clear of accidentally drawing in that malevolent force.

Thus, their current focus was accelerating the transformation of Chaotic Spiritual Energy via the two key stars, Sun and Taiyin.

Regarding the superior Star Birth Secret Technique, its application was hindered by the exhaustion of all available Star Cores, rendering it unfeasible.

They were left to depend on this tedious, persistent approach, amassing Merit to the fullest extent possible—at most, a means to pass the hours.

…

Far within the starry expanse, in an obscure corner.

Li Zhixuan engaged in a desperate struggle against a Water Devil at the Heavenly Immortal Realm!

Perhaps due to expending much of her fortune clashing with the haughty Demon Cultivator Han Tong before, this fresh foe proved anything but simple to overcome.

Formidable bodily defenses and vast reserves of mana were already hallmarks of the Sea Clan, but what vexed Li Zhixuan most was the creature’s excessively wary disposition!

It resembled confronting an impregnable tortoise shell; the merest whiff of peril prompted it to retreat fully within, rendering the situation highly challenging. She’d attempted various strategies yet couldn’t pierce its guard.

"Blast it!"

Li Zhixuan bellowed in rage, "If you dare, quit cowering and clash with me directly—let’s settle this fairly!"

"You, a mighty Sword Cultivator, expect me to expose my vulnerabilities to your advantages? Do you see me as an idiot?" The Water Devil sneered, utterly dismissing the provocation.

"I refuse to accept you can defend indefinitely!"

Saying this, Li Zhixuan lifted her damaged sword and surged forward in wrath.

"Perish!"

In that instant, she appeared on the brink of abandoning all restraint, determined to shatter the impasse through raw power alone.

A flash of delight appeared in the Water Devil’s gaze; this was its classic ploy—exploiting ironclad defenses to erode the foe’s mana and willpower, hauling them toward depletion before landing the fatal blow!

Hence, even against the seemingly unhinged Li Zhixuan, it refrained from hasty strikes, opting instead for heightened alertness and restraint.

It even harbored doubts that her frenzy was fabricated, an attempt to draw it out; consequently, it had zero plans to engage directly, upholding its protective posture.

Witnessing this, Li Zhixuan truly started to grow irritated.

Her prior flare-up had actually been a ploy to entice the adversary, though she realized it wouldn’t buy the deception immediately.

Now it boiled down to endurance—whoever outlasted the other stood the best chance of prevailing ultimately!

Therefore, Li Zhixuan compelled herself to stay composed internally, while projecting outward fury and irritation. Yet over time, she’d inevitably expose a minor slip or two.

This method left her feeling profoundly constrained and uneasy, particularly as the Water Devil would sporadically exploit those openings to inflict heavy wounds without pursuing aggressively.

It appeared dedicated to methodically draining her vitality this way, biding its time until she was genuinely debilitated or severely hurt before delivering the knockout strike!

And to counter this Water Devil, Li Zhixuan showed no mercy toward herself, allowing genuine grave injuries to occur, with blood pouring everywhere, her appearance horrifying, before she started simulating a withdrawal.

By now, her pullback wouldn’t spark distrust; instead, it would persuade the foe that she was authentically critically damaged and escaping desperately, compelling the opponent at last to launch an offensive.