Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 2045 1491: Completion (2)

"You all must always remember: we are the invading side, while they are the native life of this realm. In essence, they are just as much our enemies!"

"Right now, they are simply no match for the Devil Race, and for the sake of survival, they have to cooperate with us. But once the Devil Race is taken care of, their identity may very well switch instantly!"

This admonition caused the clan members to tense up once more.

"Ancestor, rather than constantly watching for the local human race to stab us in the back, why not just skip cooperating with them entirely from the start? Their strength is weak anyway, as you mentioned." A clan member asked, brimming with doubts.

"Yes, Ancestor, this surely makes things far more complicated."

Numerous clan members quickly voiced their support in agreement.

Li Xianxun nodded; their raising this point revealed they had genuinely absorbed his warning.

Yet this stemmed from the family's own plans, with the realm's human race retaining a vital role.

"Their role extends beyond that. It's also a test by the family—once we lure out the Devil Race's primary forces, they can assault the Devil Race's rear territories, severely undermining their strength."

The clan members accepted the notion with reluctance. With all details clarified and preparations set, the group readied to venture into the Primordial Beast Realm.

In orderly formation, the clan members passed through the spatial fissure. Amid the chaotic whirl of the world, they landed in the Outer World's Primordial Beast Realm, a domain brimming with oppressive rejection!

Upon opening their eyes and beholding the scene clearly, they found themselves within a vast cavern of immense size.

"This serves as our temporary base. Your initial duty is to construct a sturdy defensive camp, spacious enough to accommodate the waves of incoming loose cultivators."

Under Li Xianxun's order, the clan members burst into swift action.

The Li family's selected location proved perfectly suited. Across thousands of miles nearby, Devil Beasts were scarce, offering an optimal site for building.

Furthermore, tens of thousands of cultivators laboring in unison raised a sprawling camp spanning over two hundred miles from barren ground in mere days!

Beyond being mere open space, the camp featured a fully deployed Mountain Protection Array, alongside countless structures built within for rest and recuperation by both themselves and loose cultivators.

This impregnable camp now provided the invaders a stronghold against the harsh environment.

Soon enough, the initial batch of loose cultivators stepped into the Primordial Beast Realm.

The Li family's alliance with the realm's local humans, complete with essential warnings, stood posted on the message board directly by the spatial fissure—unavoidable for any arrival.

Faced with endless waves of loose cultivators, Li Xianxun couldn't possibly brief each batch personally, or he'd spend his days idly stationed at the fissure.

"Never imagined the Li family partnering with this realm's natives to sap their strength, paving the way for the Primal Spirit Realm's Heavenly Dao invasion."

"Should this tactic hold up, invasions into Otherworlds ahead might lose much of their danger."

The loose cultivators weren't fools; they quickly discerned the deeper intent behind it all.

"May you all claim martial triumphs and return unharmed!"

Not only loose cultivators departed; vast numbers of Li family members also marched from the camp, gearing up for their inaugural massive clash against this realm's Devil Race!

Tens of thousands strong—some soaring on magical treasures, others striding freely, many mounted on spirit beasts—they streaked across the heavens in a spectacular, radiant display.

Every path they carved saw Devil Beasts massacred; their velocity ensured no alerts escaped.

"Kill!"

Spotting the Devil Race's first major stronghold, the cultivators unleashed surging murderous aura. A cry rang out, unleashing a torrent of diverse strikes upon the completely caught-off-guard Devil Beasts.

"Aaaah!"

Shrieks resounded ceaselessly as myriad Devil Beasts perished instantly.

In the blink since combat ignited, the ground lay littered with mangled limbs and bodies, gore splattered everywhere—a single look revealed the horrific slaughter.

Grasping first strike advantage, the cultivators pressed relentlessly, determined to amplify their edge and eradicate the Devil Beasts ahead.

Though cultivator assaults intensified wildly, Devil Race barriers strengthened over time, reducing their losses.

Regrettably, the beleaguered Devil Beasts possessed no power to shift the momentum. For the moment, mere survival was their utmost effort.

Yet aid signals had flown to fellow Devil Race bastions. Reinforcements' arrival promised a shot at overturning the loss!

The cultivators, however, pierced their scheme; assaults turned savagely brutal, hellbent on annihilating the Devil Beasts prior to backup.

Roar!

A handful of Human Immortal Realm Devil Beasts soared forth, seeking to leverage their might to stall the onslaught and gain precious time.

"Perfect! I've been waiting for you lot to crawl out of your shells!"

Blended among the throng, Wan Qingxuan thrilled at the emergence. He bellowed and morphed into sword-light streak, charging headlong.

His demeanor suggested tackling four or five Devil Beasts alone.

In the Primal Spirit Realm, unhindered, Wan Qingxuan would have crushed them effortlessly.

Here in the Primordial Beast Realm, though, suppression crippled his prowess!

Consequently, Wan Qingxuan couldn't subdue the Devil Beasts and even courted peril.

Ultimately, Li family dispatched two Earth Immortal realm experts for rescue. Felling two Devil Beasts, they extricated him unscathed.

"Your skills are formidable, but don't act too rashly." Unaware of his identity, Li Xianxun dismissed it lightly.

Wan Qingxuan chafed inwardly. He had merely feigned entanglement, not genuinely ensnared.

Still, with aid rendered—no matter the motive—he now bore a debt of gratitude.

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Blossoms fork two paths—each weaves its tale.

Beyond, atop Mount Wanxian, within a secluded cave abode.

"Finally finished organizing!"

Li Zhirui gazed at the scattered heaps of jade slips strewn before him, eyed the one in his grasp, then flicked his hand to store them away.

Those ground jade slips weren't trash or obsolete; their storage was merely full, set aside. With escalating use of more jade slips, the disarray mounted naturally.