Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan-Chapter 2019 - 1478: Progress_2

If not for the restraint of clan rules, they would have started fighting long ago.

"Clan Leader, what exactly is with that thunder strike?"

"What thunder strike?" Li Debo couldn't help but furrow his brows. He had been busy handling the aftermath lately, so caught up and exhausted that he had no idea what had been happening outside.

"Uh..."

The clansmen who had come to him suddenly became clear-headed by his question, a look of awkward embarrassment appearing on their faces.

But under Li Debo's persistent questioning, they eventually recounted how the whole incident began and unfolded.

"Thunder strike?"

A thoughtful look crept onto Li Debo's face as he probed further, "The Spirit Mountain you speak of—is it where Spirit Ancestor Qingpeng is in seclusion?"

"Yes, yes, that's the place."

Seeing this, a bolder clansman asked, "Clan Leader, do you know something?"

Of course he knew what was happening—after all, before Xiaoqing went into seclusion, he had deliberately informed him, telling him to be extra vigilant and not allow any clansmen to disturb him.

"This matter is strictly confidential and cannot be revealed for now. When the time comes, you will all know. For now, do not try to inquire or make reckless guesses!"

Li Debo sternly admonished the crowd, "When you return, instruct all clansmen not to step foot on Wood Spirit Mountain. If you get struck by thunder there, not only will the clan not help, but there will also be severe punishments waiting for you!"

Although they were extremely curious about the situation on Wood Spirit Mountain, faced with the Clan Leader's harsh warning, they didn't dare make any moves.

After leaving the clan hall, they relayed Li Debo's message, advising all the clansmen that they could not enter Wood Spirit Mountain.

"Why would Spirit Ancestor Qingpeng go into seclusion on Wood Spirit Mountain? His Cave Mansion on Mount Wanxian has denser spiritual energy, and his Divine Domain's Cave Mansion is even more advantageous for cultivation; both are much more suitable than Wood Spirit Mountain."

Some clever clansmen picked up on this at once—it was clear that a great secret was hidden therein, but with the Clan Leader's warning, no matter how curious they were, they dared not disobey.

Thus, for a long time afterward, clansmen would occasionally spot thunder descending on Wood Spirit Mountain.

At first, they were startled; but after seeing it time and again, they became gradually numb, until at last they paid the thunder no notice at all.

However, this did cause troubles for the clan; for as its name suggested, Wood Spirit Mountain was abundant in wood attribute spiritual energy, making it well-suited for planting spiritual objects, and was a popular place for clansmen with a wood spirit root to go into seclusion and cultivate.

But due to the thunder, some common spiritual objects in the mountain were destroyed by lightning, and clansmen dared not roam freely. What was once a bustling spirit mountain gradually became deserted.

During this period, Li Zhirui exited seclusion once, and learned of the situation from the Jade Slip Li Debo had left for him.

In an instant, he deduced that Xiaoqing was at a critical stage of attaining the Thunder God's divine position.

But Li Zhirui was not a divine, and his understanding of the Divine Path was shallow. High-level matters such as divine positions were not his forte.

Thus, there was little he could do now, other than ensure no one disturbed him and place more thunder attribute spiritual objects in Wood Spirit Mountain to artificially raise the concentration of thunder spiritual energy.

Would this be effective? It should help, but to what extent, Li Zhirui was uncertain. In the end, it still depended on Xiaoqing himself.

"If Xiaoqing is about to enter the path of the Thunder God, then Cang's progress as Rain God should be even faster, right?" Li Zhirui could not help but think of the other divine.

Compared to Xiaoqing's attempts to comprehend the Thunder God's position, Cang—who had become a True Dragon—should have an easier time grasping the Rain God's position.

With this curious thought, Li Zhirui began to search for Cang's whereabouts.

After some time, he finally found him inside his Divine Domain's Cave Mansion.

"Hm?"

At first glance, Li Zhirui saw a gentle rain falling over the Divine Domain.

It appeared that Cang was also working hard to master his divine position; it simply could not be resolved in a short while.

However, by the look of things, Cang's progress was somewhat faster, and the area was dense with water vapor and gathered water element laws, making his cultivation environment far superior to the other.

"Perhaps it won't be long before the clan gains two newly advanced Heavenly Immortals!" Li Zhirui murmured expectantly.

If things truly unfolded as he expected, then when he transcended and left, he would have even greater confidence in the clan's safety and legacy.

Li Zhirui did not urge the two to break through quickly. Instead, as if he had never come, he quietly departed and returned to Mount Wanxian.

"Clan Leader, there's a matter I need to trouble you with."

Li Debo looked at the ancestor who suddenly appeared before him, bewildered. Hearing these words, he hurriedly bowed and replied, "Ancestor Rui, if you have any orders, please speak; the clan will certainly do its best for you."

Li Zhirui waved his hand with a chuckle and said, "It's not that serious. I simply want you to send a clansman to wake me when Xiaoqing and Cang make their breakthroughs and undergo Tribulation Transcendence." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Ah?"

Li Debo had thought it a major affair, but the reality was unexpected—it felt like coming with great anticipation and leaving disappointed.

Li Zhirui did not linger, but returned to his cave mansion to resume closed-door cultivation, refining his mana in preparation for his impending transcendence.

...

Two flowers bloom, each presenting a different branch.

Northern West Continent.

This territory, once ruled by the Demonic Tao and recently fallen into the hands of the Ghost Clan, now stretched thousands of miles and had been utterly consumed by the flames of war.

After the Sea Clan withdrew, the Demonic Tao took a brief respite before marching their army north, arriving at the Ghost Clan's domain, determined to drive out these alien invaders!

Yet once the fighting began, the Demonic Tao were shocked to find the Ghost Clan far stronger than they had imagined—nothing like the weaklings of their memory.

As a result, despite the fierce war, the Demonic Tao made no headway, let alone drove the Ghost Clan from the West Continent.

The reason lay not only in the Ghost Clan's own strength, but also in the thorough transformation of the region during the Demonic Tao's conflict with the Sea Clan, rendering it far more suitable for the Ghost Clan's survival.

Thus, the Ghost Clan commanded the advantage of local terrain.

Moreover, while the Ghost Clan had rested and rebuilt, the Demon Cultivators' army had not yet fully restored their morale and strength, yet had rushed in to attack the Ghost Clan—thus the Ghost Clan had also gained the advantage of favorable human circumstances.

Of heaven's timing, earth's advantage, and human harmony, the Demonic Tao possessed none, while the Ghost Clan held two.

Even if there was still some disparity in strength, the gap was now narrower, making the Demonic Tao's assault exceedingly arduous.

"Why don't we negotiate peace with the Ghost Clan?"

After repeated failures, the army's war-weariness, never fully dispelled, surged up again—now even worse than before.

At this point, the war could no longer continue and was about to end—or perhaps, it had already ended!

Thus, someone among the Demon Cultivators proposed the idea of peace negotiations with the Ghost Clan.

"Are we to bow before the Ghost Clan, a pack of crumbling curs?" A certain Heavenly Immortal of the Demonic Tao spoke with deep displeasure.

Even now, some among them still looked upon the Ghost Clan with outdated eyes—shockingly, this included a Demon Heavenly Immortal. The thought alone was enough to chill the heart.

"Sigh!"

A certain Heavenly Immortal could not help but sigh, "At a time like this, you still hold such views? Has this string of setbacks not awakened you?"

"The Ghost Clan is anything but weak. Given their edge in terrain and human advantage, we can do nothing to them. Are we to remain locked in stalemate forever?"

"All these years, war has never ceased on the Western Continent. If this goes on, many Loose Cultivators and small powers will be unable to endure—and may even be destroyed!"

In fact, there were also those within the Ghost Clan who were interested in negotiations. But as invaders, unless they won a decisive victory, they had no right to propose peace.

Should they do so, it would be the same as telling the Demonic Tao that their strength was lacking, and that they could no longer hold on.