Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 2021 1479: Wulong_2

Instantly, the gigantic dragon form dove headlong into the surging black clouds, vanishing and reappearing sporadically, swelling and contracting with every twist, as the downpour intensified relentlessly under his command.

In mere moments, the heavens seemed ripped apart; the rain defied simple description as 'falling'—it cascaded like the heavenly river unleashed, smashing against the ocean surface and hurling up colossal water spouts.

At that instant, the onlookers stood in total bewilderment, completely at a loss to understand Qingcang's bizarre actions.

Roar—

Disregarding the crowd's stares entirely, Qingcang—the center of all attention—thrashed ceaselessly through the tempestuous clouds, taming the brand-new divine position awakening inside him!

Before long, as he gained complete command, the raging storm tapered off into a soft, persistent mist.

"Through a millennium of insight, I've at last conquered the Rain God divine position!" A brilliant, joyous grin lit up Qingcang's imposing dragon visage.

Roar!

With one final thunderous bellow, even the faint drizzle vanished, the gloom lifted from the clouds, and brilliant skies emerged once more.

Confusion dominated the faces of the cultivators below, who couldn't pierce the mystery of Qingcang's extravagant display.

Precisely this sight met Li Zhirui as he sped to the Ten Thousand Spirit Sea Area.

"Jiu, why have you come?"

Eyeing the overwhelming aura and the satisfied smirk on Cang's features, Li Zhirui's gaze sharpened, and he remarked, "The clan alerted me you were attempting tribulation transcendence, so I rushed here to guard you. Yet it appears the clan erred this time."

"Ancestor Rui, it was my error—I mistook Spirit Ancestor's Divine Power epiphany for a thunder tribulation. Forgive me for the disturbance." The attending Earth Immortal Clan cultivator quickly clarified.

"It's fine, no trouble at all."

Li Zhirui chuckled lightly while shaking his head, "Moreover, with this accomplished, Cang's road to Heavenly Immortal now lies wide open."

The surrounding cultivators, still hovering after their salutes in hopes of answers to the spectacle, reacted diversely upon hearing this revelation.

Though explanations eluded them, a far more shocking truth had emerged.

In Li Zhirui's view—this mighty Heavenly Immortal—the Water Monarch held at least a seventy to eighty percent shot at success!

This revelation baffled the gathered cultivators deeply; was it sheer bravado?

Everyone knew the grueling path to Heavenly Immortal breakthrough; no genius dared claim assured victory!

Still, none dared utter their skepticism aloud. They lingered in place, yearning for further scraps of knowledge.

Regrettably, Li Zhirui and Cang offered no more words, simply departing together.

Inside the Divine Domain Water Mansion, the duo settled into seats.

"After millennia of relentless toil, heartfelt congratulations on breaching this barrier and claiming the Rain God divine position. Heavenly Immortal beckons henceforth." Li Zhirui congratulated once more.

In the era's dawn when the Divine Path reemerged, divine positions abounded and gods were scarce, snatching one proved effortless.

Even average cultivators could claim a divine position with modest effort and time.

Yet as gods proliferated over ages, divine positions dwindled sharply. Post-Heavenly Court's rise, which monopolized the Dao's mandates and hoarded every stray divine seat.

Securing a personal divine position grew astronomically harder, demanding Heavenly Dao's own validation of your self-forged authority.

Hence, even a Peak Earth Immortal and Water God like Qingcang, steeped in Water Dao mastery, expended endless years to seize his coveted divine position!

Given its pivotal role in his cultivation destiny, Qingcang approached it with utmost gravity, never skimping.

"Jiu, has Qingpeng advanced?" Cang inquired with keen interest.

Li Zhirui denied it with a headshake, "He's attempting a divine position condensation—yours edges ahead slightly."

Their rivalry delighted him inwardly; healthy competition forged pressure, and apt pressure only spurred growth, never hindered.

Unbeknownst to Li Zhirui, the pair had secretly bet on who'd first reach Heavenly Immortal.

"Then I claim victory in our game!"

Cang's face split into a triumphant beam, brimming with elation. "Jiu, head back now. Freshly grasped Rain God divine position demands secluded study to propel it further before invoking Heavenly Tribulation."

"Understood."

Respecting his stance, Li Zhirui refrained from argument. He left tribulation pills behind and slipped away undetected.

Alone now, Cang sealed his cave abode, immersing fully in Rain God divine position comprehension, aiming for tribulation transcendence within centuries.

Yet unforeseeably, their public exchange had been eavesdropped by countless cultivators, sparking a deluge into the Ten Thousand Spirit Sea Area, all craving a glimpse of Heavenly Immortal Thunder Tribulation someday.

Legend held that tribulation drew forth ambient Dao Intent, bloomed Dao Rhyme richly; with luck or sharp insight, immense gains awaited.

Beyond that, merely beholding Heavenly Immortal Thunder Tribulation yielded profound value.

Hence, rogue cultivators sans backing swarmed in—alongside hordes from mighty sects converging on the Ten Thousand Spirit Sea Area.

This boom skyrocketed rents in the zone's immortal cities and markets several times over.

Not one cultivator budged despite the surge.

But did ill-intentioned lurkers hide among them? Undoubtedly, though concealed masterfully, their schemes stayed veiled until exposure!

Time raced onward; one or two centuries elapsed without tribulation's hint.

Disillusionment gripped many; after fruitless years draining resources and time, they finally departed.

Yet droves persisted, convinced a sublime Heavenly Immortal wouldn't mislead them.

Rumble—

On a serene morning of azure skies and soft winds, thunder's fury abruptly rent the peace.

Suddenly, ominous clouds billowed, blanketing over a hundred sea miles, exuding dread-inducing pressure upon all.

Rather than dread, exhilaration surged through the masses; their long vigil rewarded—the Heavenly Immortal Thunder Tribulation had arrived!

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

Hundreds, thousands of spirit rays erupted from Wanxian Island in a flash, every one a Li family cultivator tasked with evacuating nearby spectators beyond the thunder zone.

"Everyone, fall back fifty miles!"

The lead Earth Immortal commanded icily, his spirit sword aglow with chilling menace; defiance meant swift retribution!

His Li Clan comrades behind readied divine powers, power humming in their grips.

Outmatched, the others yielded without clash—there for tribulation insight anyway—and retreated fifty miles, clear of the peril zone.

'May more clan kin hasten here…'

Anxiety gnawed at the Li family Earth Immortal; some shadowy peril seemed coiled nearby, poised to strike.

Just then, the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Talisman arrived at Mount Wanxian, into Li Debo's grasp.

Tribulation clouds and suppressive might confirmed no illusion. He nodded inwardly, then raced to alert Ancestor Li Zhirui.

Shockingly, repeated Knocking Bell strikes yielded no reply from Li Zhirui, no emergence.

"Ancestor Rui! Qingcang Spirit Ancestor transcends tribulation—come guard him!"

Dong, dong, dong—

Urgency laced his bell tolls, pace frantic and desperate.