Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 2046 1492: Defeated

The dozens of Jade Slips hold every bit of Li Zhirui's cultivation insights and comprehensions gathered over time. Should anyone else acquire them, ascending to the Heavenly Immortal Realm isn't guaranteed, yet hitting the Earth Immortal Realm stands a great chance!

Blindly copying and mimicking, however, proves unwise. Absent personal original insights and reasoning, even a breakthrough to Earth Immortal ultimately bars one forever from Heavenly Immortal.

Still, how many Earth Immortals across this world truly ascend to Heavenly Immortal?

Pausing at Earth Immortal still marks one as a powerhouse in the Primal Spirit Realm.

After Li Zhirui delivers these Jade Slips along with the assorted Spirit Seeds of varying qualities he gathered to the Li family, he fully settles every karmic tie with his kin.

Yet the karmic burden tied to the Primal Spirit Realm remains unpaid.

Since the world lacks sufficient accumulated evil and filth, even Li Zhirui's purification efforts yield merits too scant to balance his karma.

"It's almost time, just a matter of a few hundred years."

To him, that spans scarcely a moment.

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Now, turning to both fronts.

Within the Primordial Beast Realm, the Li family leads tens of thousands of invading cultivators in fierce territorial expansion, butchering the native Devil Beasts dwelling there.

Cultivators brim with fervent battle intent, reaping massive gains amid the fray!

Remember, each felled Devil Beast yields usable spirit materials!

Fur and scales forge vestment robes, soft armor, plus other Defensive Magical Artifacts; claws and fangs craft Attack Magical Artifacts; Devil Beast meat serves as prime Spirit Food; blood mixes into cinnabar for talismans…

Beyond that, post-local Devil Beast clearance, scattered Spiritual Objects everywhere await discovery—offering equally vast rewards.

Such plentiful Spiritual Objects fuel their unyielding high spirits.

Conversely, the Devil Race natives, taken aback and utterly unprepared initially, suffer defeats despite home advantage, ceding lands successively amid heavy losses.

As time passes, the Devil Race shifts from stunned chaos to readiness, rendering cultivators' advances far less smooth.

Both forces dive into savage, blood-soaked warfare!

As the epic clash ignites, heaven and earth seem to feel the brutality—sunny skies cloak in dense black clouds, fierce winds howl, heightening the desolation and cold.

"You're surely no human race! Even empowered humans lack such might. Where exactly do you hail from?!" A Human Immortality Realm Devil Beast bellowed solemnly.

Early reports of human unrest drew scant attention.

In their view, humans merely guarded with self-defense skills, too feeble for attacks; any stir would swiftly end!

Yet reality defied expectations—the turmoil escalated, Devil Race outmatched, forced to retreat repeatedly.

That moment revealed something amiss.

This force mirrors humans yet cannot be them! Their origins stayed unknown.

"We are humans—merely from the Outer World."

With battle this intense, concealment serves no purpose; only victory or death decides!

"Outer World?! Invaders! It figures!"

The Devil Race grasped it, declaring assuredly, "Those fodder suddenly powering up—your doing, right?"

"Hmph! World-traitor scum. After we crush you, that pathetic Suiren Tribe loses all purpose."

"Plotting to 'drive tigers to swallow wolves'? Fear not losing control yourselves?"

Devil Race had long spotted the native humans' surge without acting—to lure out the schemers.

But they never foresaw such extraordinary culprits.

Native humans prove fools for trusting invaders.

Still, how could natives ignore feeding tigers against wolves? Dire news for them. Yet facing existential threats to life and kind, even poison becomes the sole antidote—they gulp it down, no alternatives!

"Boastful nonsense! Think you can pull it off?"

A cultivator sneered coldly, palm erupting in brilliant Spirit Light—a huge thunderbolt detonated amid the beast horde.

Rumble——

Instantly, myriad Devil Beasts suffered wounds, many slain on the spot!

"You seek death!"

A gigantic silver-furred Wolf Demon at Human Immortal level watched sixty percent of its pack perish, eyes blazing crimson, killing intent surging in pupils, it fixed on the assailant with a wrathful howl, charging to slay.

"Hmph!"

The cultivator's expression hardened, gaze grave, showing no laxity. Hands wove seals, unleashing sky-falling thunderbolts that hammered the Silver Wolf Demon fiercely.

Awroo!

Pain-wracked, the Wolf Demon pressed on undeterred, accelerating its pounce toward the cultivator.

Claws neared the cultivator when lightning flickered—he vanished, evading unscathed.

Simultaneously, he hurled two more full-power thunderbolts at the Devil Beast.

This round overwhelmed the Wolf Demon; a miserable cry escaped as its colossal form tumbled midair, struggling upon near-ground impact to avoid utter humiliation and extra harm.

Yet thunder-induced paralysis blocked mana, slamming it earthward amid dust clouds.

Seizing the chance, the cultivator formed seals; a thunder-forged longsword materialized over the Wolf Demon's neck, slashing down resolutely—head severed clean.

Blood gushed from the stump, a gruesome sight.

"Damn, such waste!"

The cultivator cursed abruptly, hastening to store the Wolf Demon corpse while scooping up as much spilled blood from the soil as possible.

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Amid the intense human-demon clashes, yet another fierce, gore-drenched battle raged!