Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 2180 - 1560: Entry

"Alright!"

At this juncture, Ming Yun recognized he had no alternative but to place his faith in the strategy Li Zhirui had put forth.

With a resolute spirit, he procured the mysterious pill and, after a brief moment of contemplation at the threshold of his throat, proceeded to swallow it.

The pill’s influence manifested with startling speed; the instant it touched his mouth, it dissolved into a comforting warmth that swiftly permeated his entire being.

Mere moments later, in the span of three breaths, Ming Yun succumbed to a profound coma.

As consciousness receded, his final sight was Li Zhirui’s impassive visage, a sight that sent a chilling tremor through him and conjured disquieting premonitions.

"Fellow Daoist ahead, if you surrender Ming Yun to our custody, the Zhang Family shall bestow a generous recompense!" Zhang Daotong cried out with undisguised elation from a short distance upon observing the unfolding scene.

They had not fully grasped the events transpiring between the two individuals, but witnessing Ming Yun’s sudden incapacitation ignited a sense of urgency and opportunism.

Li Zhirui remained imperturbable, finding the promised spiritual objects utterly trivial when contrasted with a Great Thousand World of the Golden Immortal Rank.

In essence, the comparison was akin to juxtaposing a vast, boundless ocean with mere solitary droplets of water drawn from its immensity.

How could he possibly be swayed into making such a lamentably foolish choice, prioritizing the insignificant over the immeasurably valuable?

Consequently, he cast a mere cursory glance toward Zhang Daotong and his companions before vanishing into the void, taking both Qing Si and Ming Yun with him, disappearing entirely into the vastness of Chaos.

The trio, utterly unprepared for this turn of events, were left grappling with a torrent of shock and resentment. They rapidly intensified their pursuit, yet discovered no lingering trace at the location, as if the group had simply dematerialized into the ether.

"What manner of divine technique is this? Could this peculiar cultivator truly wield Space Power?" Zhang Daotong voiced, his reluctance to accept defeat palpable.

The manipulation of Space Power within The Void was an ability even a Golden Immortal ancestor of the Zhang family lacked, rendering its use by a mere Profound Immortal almost inconceivable.

"Perhaps it was some intricate illusion technique designed to deceive our senses?"

"If it were indeed an illusion, this compass would not be exhibiting such a pronounced reaction..."

The needle of the compass clutched in his hand spun erratically, defying any attempt to ascertain a definitive direction.

In this peculiar predicament, only three plausible explanations presented themselves: the target had achieved a distance far beyond the operational range of this Chaos Magical Artifact; the target and their pursuers were no longer occupying the same spatial dimension; or, alternatively, this valued Chaos Magical Artifact had inexplicably malfunctioned.

Yet, the prospect of endorsing any of these possibilities was met with staunch resistance!

The rationale underpinning this obstinacy was refreshingly simple: a Profound Immortal cultivator lacked the capacity for such feats, nor was a Chaos Magical Artifact susceptible to damage with such casual ease.

Nevertheless, in the face of the current circumstances, no other logical explanation readily presented itself.

This very conundrum constituted the crux of their mounting confusion.

"What course of action should we now pursue?" Zhang Daotong inquired, his tone laced with a profound sense of impotence.

It was abundantly clear that he acknowledged their present powerlessness, yet the thought of permitting Ming Yun’s escape remained anathema to him.

The other two Profound Immortals remained conspicuously silent, as they too found themselves utterly devoid of any viable counter-strategy.

"Let us not squander further precious time within The Void." After a protracted interval of silence, one individual tentatively ventured.

Subsequently, a heavy, unresponsive quietude descended once more.

"We shall return."

Ultimately, after a period of indeterminate length, Zhang Daotong, vested with the ultimate authority, rendered the decisive verdict.

The trio departed without uttering another word, their trajectory set towards the Tao Spirit Realm.

...

Elsewhere, within an undisclosed pocket of space.

Li Zhirui materialized abruptly, accompanied by Qing Si and the comatose form of Ming Yun.

"Jiu, when do you intend to release him?"

"There is no need for haste. I shall first ascertain that those pursuers have fully vacated the Chaos region before permitting his release."

The efficacy of the pill was designed to persist for an entire month, and remarkably, it possessed certain restorative properties as well.

He had deliberately allowed several days to elapse, accounting for the possibility that the pursuers might possess specialized artifacts capable of tracking within The Void.

Believing that an adequate duration had indeed passed, Li Zhirui cautiously emerged from his concealed state.

In the succeeding moment, the previously vacant expanse of Chaos was suddenly occupied by a solitary figure. Upon confirming the absence of any immediate threats, he proceeded to release both Qing Si and Ming Yun.

"Let us depart."

It was imperative that they put as much distance as possible between themselves and their current location, thereby preempting any potential surprise assaults from their adversaries.

Meanwhile, leagues away, Zhang Daotong and his two companions remained oblivious to a subtle development: the needle of their compass, which had been oscillating wildly within their Storage Magical Treasure, had abruptly ceased its frantic spinning and now pointed resolutely in the direction from which they had originated.

However, as both parties were traveling in diametrically opposed directions, eventually surpassing the compass's effective range, the needle finally came to a complete standstill.

They continued their journey towards the Tao Spirit Realm with impassive expressions, utterly unaware of the silent drama that had unfolded within the confines of their Storage Magical Treasure.

...

Within an uncharted region of Chaos, Li Zhirui and his companions halted their progression.

"Jiu, what is our next course of action? Shall we simply await his natural awakening?"

Li Zhirui responded with a negative gesture; the month-long duration of the pill's effects was an unacceptably lengthy period, and he harbored no desire for such a protracted wait. Consequently, he chose to directly employ the Purification Principle, thereby nullifying the pill's residual effects within Ming Yun's system.

He would soon awaken with this method.

Indeed, in under two hours, his eyes fluttered open. His initial instinct was to circulate the mana within him, while also keenly observing his surroundings. However, the sight of the hazy Chaos Qi and Li Zhirui's form brought immediate relief.

"Hiss—"

Even as he prepared to thank Li Zhirui for saving his life, an intense agony seized his entire being, forcing him to writhe on the ground, unable to speak.

The backlash from the Immortal Ascension Pill had struck!

If not for his prior unconsciousness, which allowed for certain restorative and healing properties to take effect, coupled with the Purification Principle mitigating some adverse reactions, Ming Yun's current state would have been far more dire.