Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 2133 1536: Theft

Even if the Spiritual Objects incurred some damage, it was far better than letting them fall into the hands of others.

However, as the enemy cultivator numbers swelled, all cultivators from the Three Mysterious Sect's side were compelled to cease their actions and move beyond the Spirit Field to intercept them.

The two factions stood several miles apart, a clear divide between them. The atmosphere was far from amicable; indeed, it crackled with tension, a palpable confrontation, and the scent of impending conflict grew stronger by the moment.

A single spark would be enough to ignite a fierce battle!

"Esteemed Daoists, since antiquity, Spiritual Objects have rightfully belonged to those of merit. You have already amassed a considerable fortune in Spiritual Objects; cease your avarice," a Loose Cultivator Earth Immortal cautioned kindly.

"Hmph!"

An Earth Immortal from the Three Mysterious Sect scoffed dismissively, retorting, "You preach righteousness, yet harbor designs to hoard every last Spiritual Object for yourselves, do you not?!"

"These Spiritual Objects were cultivated by our ancestors many years ago; they are not wild, ownerless treasures. We implore you, depart now!" Another Earth Immortal adopted a polite yet resolute tone.

Under no circumstances would they relinquish these Spiritual Objects.

To disregard the years invested in nurturing these Spiritual Objects, the decades of patient waiting; the Spirit Seeds themselves were exceptionally rare and valuable, not easily acquired.

"It seems a trial of strength is inevitable to determine the victor," declared an Earth Immortal from the opposing faction, equally unyielding, unwilling to concede an inch.

Since entreaties proved futile, they opted for direct confrontation!

Although their side was outnumbered by two or three Earth Immortal cultivators, in sheer numbers, they vastly surpassed the enemy, possessing three to four times their strength, rendering the disparity in power less significant.

Moreover, cultivators from their side continued to arrive and bolster their ranks, unlike the Three Mysterious Sect's contingent, most of whom were already present!

Therefore, as long as they could hold their ground, victory would undoubtedly be theirs.

As for the distribution of the Spiritual Objects? That was a concern for a later time.

"Ha! A collection of individuals ensnared in a scheme, unknowingly serving as pawns; will they even secure a single Spirit Object in the end?"

Evidently, the cultivators aligned with the Three Mysterious Sect had also perceived this critical point and sought to exploit it, aiming to sow discord among the opposition and buy themselves precious time.

"Offended!"

However, the cultivators on the other side had no intention of allowing such a stratagem to succeed; the moment those words left the speaker's lips, several Earth Immortals surged forward, initiating the assault.

Rumble—

Potent and resplendent Divine Powers surged forth from the attackers' palms.

A colossal thunderbolt, extending over ten feet, descended from the heavens, accompanied by hailstones of ice blades, and a towering mountain, several hundred feet high...

Cultivators with lesser cultivation bases, merely witnessing these awe-inspiring Divine Powers, felt a surge of dread, fearing annihilation should these attacks fall upon them.

"Hmph!"

"Pathetic abilities, seeking to make a mockery here?!"

The expressions of the Three Mysterious Sect's Earth Immortals darkened; they uttered cold reprimands and unleashed their own Divine Powers, whose might far surpassed that of their assailants.

This represented a subtle advantage held by sect and family cultivators over their Loose Cultivator counterparts.

With Earth Immortal cultivators locked in a furious exchange, the remaining cultivators could not possibly stand idly by; they unleashed their most potent techniques to join the fray.

"Die for me!"

"Go to hell!"

...

A cacophony of enraged shouts and furious pronouncements echoed repeatedly through the now transformed battlefield.

Yet, in the subsequent moments, these cries were drowned out by the thunderous explosions and roars, amidst which the faint sounds of screams and pained cries could be discerned.

Merely hearing these sounds painted a vivid picture of the battle's ferocity.

Fortunately, a sliver of reason prevailed on both sides; they understood the imperative of maintaining a distance from the Spirit Field, thereby safeguarding the Spiritual Objects from collateral damage during the conflict, lest all their efforts yield nothing.

Within the span of an hour after the battle commenced, the ground became a carpet of corpses, with blood flowing like rivers and flesh scattered indiscriminately, rendering the locale more akin to a cursed realm than a Spirit Land.

As the death toll mounted, both factions became increasingly consumed by a burning True Fire, their motives shifting from the mere acquisition of Spiritual Objects to outright annihilation of the enemy!

Then, on the third day of the relentless conflict, the first Earth Immortal cultivator met their demise!

However, the fall of this Earth Immortal from the Loose Cultivator ranks did not quell the fighting; on the contrary, it fueled the animosity and intensified the combat on both sides.

At this point, both factions were utterly depleted, barely able to sustain their efforts any longer.

The cultivators from the Three Mysterious Sect were confident in their superior top-tier fighters, believing that if they cast aside all pretense, they could definitely overcome this disorderly mob.

Meanwhile, the opposing cultivators felt their advantage lay in sheer numbers. With reinforcements expected to arrive, they were convinced that perseverance would ultimately lead them to victory!

Clinging to these beliefs, both sides grit their teeth, stubbornly holding their ground, awaiting the moment their adversaries faltered so they could seize the win.

However, a crucial detail escaped their minds: their current fierce engagement had carried them far from the Spirit Field!

The cultivators fighting on the periphery could no longer even glimpse the Spirit Field.

It was precisely under these circumstances that an unforeseen development took place!

"This is bad!"

A cultivator skilled in Pupil Skill, having just dispatched an opponent, looked up towards the Spirit Field and witnessed a sight that ignited his fury. He cried out in shock and rage, "The Spiritual Objects! They've all been taken!"

"What!?"

The surrounding cultivators, upon hearing this exclamation, felt as though a cascade of ice-cold water had been doused upon them, instantly jolting them out of their combat frenzy.

Completely disregarding their immediate adversaries, with whom they had just been locked in a deadly struggle, they all shot towards the Spirit Field with the utmost urgency.

Upon arrival, they beheld the area, once teeming with Spiritual Objects, transformed into a desolate wasteland; not even a leaf or a root remained!

Boom—

A deafening explosion seemed to erupt within everyone's minds. Stunned and disoriented, they stood there, rooted to the spot in a state of bewilderment.

"We're in deep trouble!"

"Cease fighting! The Spiritual Objects are gone!"

A few cultivators snapped back to reality, their voices urgently broadcasting the devastating news, though a tremor of despair could be detected within their cries.

They had risked their lives in the brutal conflict, hoping for a share of the Spiritual Objects, but reality had delivered a crushing blow they could scarcely endure.

"Ahhhh!"

Numerous cultivators appeared to lose their minds, their screams echoing frantically.

This sudden uproar naturally drew the attention of other cultivators. Many arrived in succession, and upon their first glance at the barren Spirit Field, they too were aghast.

"What in the world is happening?!"

"Where did the Spiritual Objects go? Why are they all missing?"

Even the few Earth Immortals who arrived later seemed to reel, their senses momentarily overwhelmed by the astonishing scene.

"Was it you who surreptitiously dispatched cultivators to pilfer those Spiritual Objects?" a cultivator from the Three Mysterious Sect suddenly bellowed, pointing an accusatory finger.

"Preposterous! We've been locked in continuous battle, with no opportunity for such petty thievery. I suspect it was your doing, knowing you were outmatched, you resorted to this trick to abscond with the Spiritual Objects!"

"Who dares say we are outmatched?!"

...

Already on edge, both factions, now incensed by the inexplicable disappearance of the Spiritual Objects, inevitably erupted into renewed conflict. With more and more cultivators joining the fray, another fierce battle loomed!

"Enough!"

"All of you, silence!"

One Earth Immortal, utterly exasperated by the cacophony, unleashed his full authority, commanding an abrupt hush upon the cultivators. He then turned to the opposing Earth Immortals, his tone weary yet interrogative, "Fellow Daoists, what are your thoughts on this incident?"

"It must have been some unseen thief who, while we were preoccupied, secretly absconded with the Spiritual Objects!"

An Earth Immortal spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with indignation. "This transgression cannot stand; among those lost are vital Spiritual Objects required for the Three Elements Ascension Pill!"

Simultaneously, a profound sense of regret washed over him, lamenting his prior decision to prioritize strategy over the immediate collection of the mature Spiritual Objects, fearing their damage.