Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1991 - 1464: Conclusion (Part 2)

How could they possibly be unaware that behaving in such a manner would open the door for the Sea Clan to invade the West Continent, planting seeds of enormous latent threats? This was particularly true considering the Sea Clan's insatiable hunger for waterways—once they gained a foothold on land, they would pour all their might into broadening their dominion.

In that scenario, relentless waves of savage conflicts with the Sea Clan would surely break out, draining their vitality and assets to the core.

Yet, what choice did they have? They couldn't simply watch idly as their sacred ancestral grounds and Mountain Gates fell to ruin, lifting not a finger, right?

Naturally, a bit of vengeance toward the cultivators was woven into their actions as well.

Your kind slaughtering Demon Cultivators from behind lines was something they could endure, but when you strike at the heart of their existence, that's utterly unforgivable!

Regarding any claim of innocence? Well, who made you part of the Immortal Tao too?

Returning to the present situation!

Upon noticing the Demonic Tao's withdrawal, the Sea Clan chose not to chase down the cultivators with unyielding fury or aim to wipe them out entirely—something far more vital had arisen, a chance that could revive the Sea Clan's past splendor and perhaps elevate them to overlords of the Primal Spirit Realm!

Seizing control over the West Continent's waters!

As a result, the Sea Clan only sent thirty percent of their Water Devils to keep the cultivators in check, merely to block any interference with their grand ambitions, without insisting on total annihilation.

It was entirely unnecessary, and honestly, impossible to achieve—after all, plenty of Heavenly Immortal Cultivators lurked among those cultivators.

With the Sea Clan's aims laid bare so obviously, how could the cultivators not pierce through the facade? Still, they lacked the strength to halt it—especially when the West Continent's own rulers had opted to abandon it—so why throw their lives away in vain?

In the end, no waterways linked the East and West Continents, so there was little worry about the Sea Clan slipping into the East via aquatic paths.

Furthermore, the clashes between Water Devils and Demon Cultivators in the West Continent allowed the Immortal Tao forces on both continents to catch a breather.

From the Immortal Tao's viewpoint, this twist might even prove a hidden boon. However, for the whole of humanity, it spelled a massive looming disaster.

Regrettably, the cultivators were struggling just to safeguard themselves at this point—how could they ponder broader concerns?

Besides, if the native overlords—the Demon Cultivators—couldn't be bothered, what leverage did these interlopers have?

All they could do was hunker down in defense and seek openings to slip free from the Sea Clan's siege.

Unbeknownst to them, the West Continent was already engulfed in the fires of conflict, with skirmishes raging across the landscape.

A band of Demon Cultivators showed up first, blocking the cultivators from assaulting a particular Mountain Gate.

"What do you think you're doing! We put our lives on the line at the front to battle and kill Water Devils; we're all part of the human race—if you won't lend a hand, fine, but why undermine our core foundations and deny us any rest against the foe?" one Demon Cultivator bellowed in fierce condemnation.

The cultivators stood frozen for a moment under the sharp reprimand, and it was only after snapping out of it that a handful displayed hints of shame on their expressions.

No matter the angle, this spectacle seemed utterly incongruous.

In bygone days, it was invariably the cultivators who claimed the moral high ground, denouncing and looking down on Demon Cultivators—now, the roles had flipped completely.

But on this occasion, the cultivators and Human Dao's deeds were indeed dishonorable—the Demon Cultivators' accusations rang true.

"If you're set on resolving this grudge, head to the Far West Land and clash with the Sea Clan—cultivators are still holding the line there and could use your support!"

As they departed, that Demon Cultivator delivered a parting admonition: "Should you persist in targeting our essentials, then we'll cut ties entirely and part ways—it won't matter if the Sea Clan dominates the world, turning all humans into desiccated shells."

Following that caution, they truly halted their assaults and turned westward, amassing larger forces to throw into the fray against the Sea Clan.

With the passage of time, several months on, the chaos in the Western Continent began to settle somewhat. Though fighting and bloodshed continued, at least ambushes had ceased abruptly.

Reinforcements from the Southern Domain—cultivators and Human Dao cultivators—had arrived at the western fronts, while those Demon Cultivators had swung back to the battle lines.

Nevertheless, the Sea Clan maintained grip on various rivers, lakes, and inland water bodies; even uniting all their might, no one could expel them.

Consequently, the confrontation lines for both parties moved to the edges of these waters, where ferocious clashes frequently ignited. The nonstop killing stained the surrounding earth with unnatural hues in mere months.

While every side battled fiercely on the frontlines, by this measure, another couple of months would bring the Great Calamity to a close.

Yet right at that juncture, an unexpected twist that no soul could have foreseen exploded into being!

An ancient group long erased from the world's gaze—utterly forgotten by everyone—the Ghost Clan, burst forth anew, apparently having schemed for this exact instant ages ago.

In a flash, they snatched a northern domain, avoided clashing with the Demon Cultivators by merely expelling them, and set about erecting fortifications.

Their stance screamed their goal: permanent residence in the West Continent!

The cultivators and Human Dao cultivators dismissed it outright; news of it reached them, only to be shrugged off immediately.

In their recollections, the Ghost Clan remained that weak entity, perpetually on the run from Yin God pursuits.

Over these many years, within the Primal Spirit Realm, the Ghost Clan had appeared extinct—no traces or tidings—as though the Yin God had eradicated them.

Their resurgence sparked no fears of hidden might or peril; instead, they were seen as scavengers exploiting the turmoil.

"Damn it!"

Demon Cultivators harbored similar views, yet this only fueled their rage further!

If a mighty power like the Sea Clan grabbed land, that was one thing—but a trifling Ghost Clan? How bold to attempt this?

Are we of the Demonic Tao so easily dismissed?!

However, with the Tribulation Evil Energy clearly fading from the realm—a sure harbinger of the end—they had to swallow their fury and bide their time.

Primarily, the Demon Cultivators aimed to leverage the ongoing aid from cultivators and Human Dao cultivators to push back the Sea Clan and recover some water territories, thus lightening their burdens.

The Sea Clan, eyeing its long-term prospects, spared no expense and committed fully to defending their aquatic bastions, rejecting any withdrawal.

Consequently, wave upon wave of gruesome wars erupted, claiming staggering tolls in lives!

In each major clash, the Sea Clan suffered massive losses, yet all three human sides tasted only bitter defeats.

...

Moments raced past like a galloping horse—vanished in the blink of an eye!

After these decades of wild carnage, this abrupt Great Calamity had at last drawn to its conclusion!

The somber, overcast skies and lands brightened, as if a fierce downpour had cleansed all impurities—bestowing a sense of pristine clarity and banishing every remnant of heaviness.

"It's finally done!"

Even though it spanned just a handful of decades, to everyone involved, it dragged on eternally.