Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 2019 1478: Progress_2

Without the clan rules binding them, a brawl would have erupted among them long before.

"Clan Leader, what's the deal with that thunder strike?"

"Thunder strike? Which one?" Li Debo couldn't stop his brows from knitting together. He'd been occupied with cleanup duties recently, so overwhelmed and fatigued that he remained oblivious to outside events.

"Uh..."

His approaching clansmen snapped to clarity from the query, awkward shame flushing across their expressions.

Yet faced with Li Debo's unrelenting probes, they finally narrated the full sequence of events from start to finish.

"Thunder strike?"

Contemplation flickered across Li Debo's features as he delved deeper, "The Spirit Mountain you mentioned—is that Spirit Ancestor Qingpeng's seclusion spot?"

"Correct, exactly right there."

Noticing this, a braver clansman ventured, "Clan Leader, do you have some insight?"

Naturally, he grasped the situation—prior to Xiaoqing's seclusion, he'd purposefully notified him to stay alert and bar any clansmen from interrupting.

"This affair remains top secret and can't be disclosed yet. You'll learn when the moment arrives. Meanwhile, refrain from probing or wild speculations!"

Li Debo rebuked the gathering sternly, "Upon returning, order every clansman to avoid Wood Spirit Mountain. Should thunder hit you there, the clan won't aid you, and harsh penalties await!"

Though burning with curiosity over Wood Spirit Mountain's mystery, the Clan Leader's fierce caution left them too intimidated to act.

Exiting the clan hall, they passed on Li Debo's directive, warning all clansmen against entering Wood Spirit Mountain.

"Why choose Wood Spirit Mountain for Spirit Ancestor Qingpeng's seclusion? Mount Wanxian's Cave Mansion boasts richer spiritual energy, and his Divine Domain Cave Mansion offers even better cultivation perks—far superior to Wood Spirit Mountain."

Sharp-minded clansmen caught this detail immediately—a massive secret lurked there, yet the Clan Leader's command stifled their itch to probe, no matter the temptation.

Hence, over the ensuing stretch, clansmen kept glimpsing thunder crashing onto Wood Spirit Mountain now and then.

Initially shocking, the sight repeated so often that numbness set in, until eventually, they ignored the thunder entirely.

Still, this sparked issues for the clan; true to its name, Wood Spirit Mountain brimmed with wood-attribute spiritual energy, ideal for growing spiritual plants and a favored seclusion site for wood spirit root clansmen.

Thunder's fury ruined various ordinary spiritual items on the peak, while clansmen shunned free wandering. The formerly lively spirit mountain turned eerily empty.

In this span, Li Zhirui emerged from seclusion briefly, gleaning details from Li Debo's Jade Slip message.

Immediately, he realized Xiaoqing neared a pivotal moment in claiming the Thunder God's divine seat.

Li Zhirui wasn't a god himself, with scant grasp of the Divine Path. Elite topics like divine thrones lay beyond his expertise.

So, his options stayed limited: safeguard against disturbances and stock Wood Spirit Mountain with extra thunder-attribute spiritual items to boost thunder spiritual energy levels manually.

Would it work? Likely somewhat, though Li Zhirui couldn't gauge the impact. Ultimately, success hinged on Xiaoqing's own efforts.

"With Xiaoqing nearing the Thunder God path, shouldn't Cang's Rain God advancement surge ahead even more?" Li Zhirui pondered the second divinity inevitably.

Unlike Xiaoqing's struggle to seize the Thunder God throne, Cang—as a True Dragon—ought to claim the Rain God throne with greater ease.

Spurred by this intrigue, Li Zhirui set out to locate Cang.

After a while, he discovered him within the Divine Domain's Cave Mansion.

"Hm?"

Right away, Li Zhirui spotted soft rain drifting across the Divine Domain.

Cang seemed diligently pursuing his divine throne mastery too; it wouldn't wrap up swiftly.

Nevertheless, signs showed Cang advancing quicker, the zone thick with moisture and clustered water laws, crafting a cultivation setup vastly better than Xiaoqing's.

"Soon the clan might welcome two fresh Heavenly Immortals!" Li Zhirui whispered in anticipation.

Should events match his hopes, his own transcendence and departure would leave the clan far more secure and enduring.

Li Zhirui skipped pressing them for swift breakthroughs. He slipped away unnoticed, as though unvisited, heading back to Mount Wanxian.

"Clan Leader, I've got something to ask of you."

Li Debo stared puzzled at the abruptly appearing ancestor. At those words, he bowed swiftly, responding, "Ancestor Rui, command me; the clan will spare no effort."

Li Zhirui chuckled, dismissing with a wave, "Nothing grave. Just dispatch a clansman to rouse me during Xiaoqing and Cang's breakthrough and Tribulation Transcendence."

"Ah?"

Li Debo anticipated a grand issue, yet it proved minor—eager arrival met with letdown.

Without delay, Li Zhirui withdrew to his cave mansion, diving back into seclusion to purify mana ahead of his looming transcendence.

...

Two blooms flourish, each on separate stems.

Northern West Continent.

Once under Demonic Tao dominion and lately seized by the Ghost Clan, this vast thousands-of-miles realm now drowned in relentless warfare.

Post-Sea Clan retreat, the Demonic Tao paused briefly for recovery, then thrust northward with forces into Ghost Clan lands, bent on expelling the foreign foes!

But battle's onset stunned the Demonic Tao: the Ghost Clan proved immensely mightier than anticipated—not the frail remnants they recalled.

Thus, amid brutal clashes, Demonic Tao gained no ground, far from ousting Ghost Clan from West Continent.

Beyond Ghost Clan's raw power, the land's makeover during Demonic Tao-Sea Clan strife suited Ghost Clan thriving perfectly.

The Ghost Clan thus seized terrain superiority.

Additionally, as Ghost Clan recuperated, Demon Cultivators' troops—morale and forces unrestored—charged prematurely, granting Ghost Clan human momentum too.

Lacking heaven's favor, earth's edge, or human unity, Demonic Tao held zero while Ghost Clan claimed two.

Though strength differed somewhat, the divide shrank, turning Demonic Tao's push brutally grueling.

"Why not seek peace talks with the Ghost Clan?"

Endless defeats reignited the troops' lingering battle fatigue, now fiercer than ever.

War teetered on collapse, poised to halt—or maybe already had!

Hence, a Demon Cultivator suggested parleying with the Ghost Clan.

"Shall we kneel to those Ghost Clan mongrels, mere ragged dogs?" A Demonic Tao Heavenly Immortal growled in fury.

Astonishingly, some still viewed Ghost Clan through obsolete lenses—even a Demon Heavenly Immortal. Chilling indeed.

"Sigh!"

One Heavenly Immortal sighed deeply, "Even now, such stubborn thoughts? Haven't these defeats roused you?"

"The Ghost Clan shows no weakness. With terrain and manpower edges, we're powerless against them. Endless deadlock?"

"Western Continent's wars rage unending. Continued strife will shatter countless Loose Cultivators and minor sects!"

Truthfully, Ghost Clan members eyed talks too. Yet as aggressors sans crushing win, they couldn't initiate peace.

Initiating would signal Demonic Tao their frailty and exhaustion.