Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan-Chapter 1948 - 1443: The Summoning

"When you are out investigating, you must conceal yourselves carefully and protect your own safety!"

After some thought, Li Zhirui took out several bottles of spirit pills and distributed them to the group, saying, "These are Concealing Breath and Merging Spirit Pills. After taking them, your aura will be altered to blend in with the spiritual energy. Even if you use mana, you won’t reveal your true self. With the addition of a concealing technique, you can maximize your chances of not being discovered."

This was a pill recipe he had specially created, considering that the clan might frequently invade outer realms in the future to obtain resources, or perhaps someone like Li Zhixuan would wish to use these outer realms as sacrificial offerings.

Of course, at present, the grade of this pill recipe isn’t very high—it’s only at the Loose Immortal Grade. For those above this realm, its effects would be greatly diminished.

Actually, in the beginning, what Li Zhirui wanted to create was a pill recipe that would allow one’s aura to fully merge with heaven and earth, thereby achieving the effect of deceiving the Heavenly Dao.

But this was simply too difficult—in the end, every world is unique. Wanting the pill to have such properties would require the pill to possess self-awareness and adaptive transformation!

This is something even sentient beings with spiritual intelligence and consciousness themselves cannot accomplish, so how could one expect a mere pill to do so?

In short, as things stand, this is nothing more than wild fantasy—an utter impossibility!

Thus, Li Zhirui could only settle for the next best thing; leveraging the characteristic that all the worlds—at least the ones he had visited—shared identical spiritual energy, he created the current Concealing Breath and Merging Spirit Pill.

That aside!

Most of the clan members did not understand why Li Zhirui would issue such an order, and with such caution at that. But no one voiced any questions, and for some unknown reason, a trace of unease and anxiety inexplicably welled up inside each of them.

As a result, they dared not tarry in the slightest, immediately gathering their own people and setting off in different directions to carry out reconnaissance.

"Fourth Brother, why do you think Ancestor Rui wants us to investigate the area around us? Surely the cultivators of Floating Light Realm don’t actually dare to launch an attack on us, do they?" The tone of this remark carried a hint of discontent.

Originally, they could have stayed comfortably at the base, yet now they were inexplicably sent out on some mission. A certain degree of resentment was inevitable in their hearts.

"Ancestor Rui acts with reason. Do not stir up trouble and make baseless speculations here!" The team leader’s face darkened, and he admonished in a low voice.

"But still..." That person pouted, but under the stern gaze, could only shrink back his neck and dared not continue speaking.

After this incident, the atmosphere in the group grew noticeably quieter.

They flew forward for another stretch, now roughly a thousand to two thousand miles from the base, but still, they found nothing.

The clan member couldn’t help but say again, "Fourth Brother, I told you nothing would happen. We’ve searched far enough. I think we should hurry and return."

Hearing his persistent nagging, the fourth brother couldn’t help but scold, "Silence! Investigate another thousand miles ahead!"

But before they could go that far—after flying only a hundred or two miles forward—they suddenly saw, ahead of them, a massive force: a host of tens of thousands of demon cultivators and devil beasts heading their way!

And judging by the direction of their march, their likely target was the rear base established by their own clan!

For the current battlefield is nowhere near this direction, and even if flanking from the rear, there should be no reason for them to head this way.

In an instant, all the clan members were terrified, their faces turning deathly pale, and cold sweat soaking their backs in a heartbeat.

If Fourth Brother had not insisted on continuing to scout ahead just now, they would never have discovered this force’s existence at all, nor would they know that the base was about to face a calamitous disaster. Worse still, they would have missed the chance for early warning.

After a moment, the team leader snapped back to his senses and secretly sent a sound transmission: "Take another Concealing Breath and Merging Spirit Pill, fully employ the technique for hiding your aura, make no sound, and immediately turn back to the base!"

Watching as every clan member carefully and meticulously finished these tasks, he felt slightly relieved and led the group to silently and stealthily withdraw.

Fortunately, due to the sheer size of the approaching force, their pace was quite slow, and not long after, the scouts had put them far behind.

At last, no longer worrying about being detected, they rushed toward the base with all their might. Meanwhile, Fourth Brother activated several Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Talismans, sending them to Li Zhirui; the only content inside was the single word: DANGER!

Afraid someone might intercept the message and discover their intentions, he conveyed only a single word and sent multiple talismans back-to-back—both to ensure the message got through and to express just how grave the situation had become.

It had taken them two or three hours to get there, but only a single hour to return—clear evidence of the extreme measures and sacrifice it had taken to achieve this.

Back at the base, when Li Zhirui received the first sound transmission talisman, his heart skipped a beat; the situation they had encountered was likely extremely perilous!

Without delay, he gathered the elders in charge of base affairs and, brow furrowed, said, "The base is about to face a great challenge. There is a force of unknown number from this realm’s natives, intent on attacking our base!"

"Ancestor Rui, may I ask where this intelligence comes from? Could you provide more complete details?" an elder asked with a frown.

Normally, he would not have questioned it, but the stakes were too high for him not to treat it with utmost caution.

Li Zhirui explained, starting from his sudden foresight, then recounting how he sent scouts in all directions, and how just now, he’d received several sound transmission talismans in quick succession.

"The numbers among these native forces are certainly not few. Otherwise, that clansman named Li Xiuting would not have acted in such a manner."