Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan-Chapter 781 - 787: All for Naught

Li Zhirui didn’t stay in the space for too long, and quickly returned to The Void.

However, though originally unharmed, when he reappeared, he was severely injured!

And this was an injury Li Zhirui had inflicted on himself in the space, using eighty percent of his strength to strike himself with a palm.

Under such a terrifying attack, it was impossible for Li Zhirui not to be injured, and the injuries had to be quite severe to make sense.

If he had appeared before everyone unscathed, wouldn’t he be blatantly telling others that he possessed a treasure? And an exceptionally powerful one at that.

So, gritting his teeth, Li Zhirui struck himself, leaving him severely wounded before leaving the space.

Because there was no time, he couldn’t explain to Shen, and this act of self-injury left him dazed, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

Luckily, when Li Zhirui emerged, the situation was chaotic with lingering aftershocks that preoccupied everyone so that no one noticed his condition.

"How many have died here?" Li Zhirui muttered to himself with empathy as he looked at the severed limbs and remains before him.

When he heard the call to gather everyone, Li Zhirui slowly moved closer.

Then he saw a Divine Transformation Cultivator summoning a Magical Treasure similar to the Cloud Palace, urging everyone to quickly enter and avoid the intrusion of Chaotic Spiritual Energy.

Li Zhirui, ’lightly injured’, was placed on a patch of empty ground and then left alone.

This surprised Li Zhirui greatly. He knew that he hadn’t held back when he had struck himself, so how could such serious injuries appear to be mere light wounds in that person’s eyes? How gravely injured must the others be? At least they must be on the brink of death, right?

However, these things had nothing to do with him. He set up the Array Formation that Jiang Fengwu had prepared for him and crawled inside to begin healing.

Meanwhile, the managing Cultivators with lighter injuries gathered again to discuss the steps to take next.

They stopped dwelling on how those two Cultivators had managed to break through the defenses and appear in front of the Cloud Palace, because the deed was done; even if they found the reason now, what good would it do?

"Those two Cultivators from the Yuanhao Realm were so reckless, yet no one followed up with an attack. It seems that the other Divine Transformations have already fled. Send someone quickly to set up the Traction Array and put an end to this war completely," someone suggested.

As soon as these words were spoken, they found agreement from many others.

The casualties this time were too great—almost equivalent to those who had died on the battlefield over the last decade. Even if their respective powers had deep foundations, the sudden loss of several Divine Transformation Cultivators would be acutely painful.

Plus, the losses they had already suffered were not small!

"But the question is, who will go?"

Now, there was no one without injuries, and no Great Devils, who could traverse thousands of miles of The Void. It was not an easy task, as The Void was never calm, and storms could arise at any moment.

"Let the old man take care of this matter," Elder Song volunteered.

"My injuries are the lightest; I should be fully healed in a few days, and then I can make the trip," Elder Song said.

"Elder Song, your efforts are greatly appreciated!" The others had no objections. They handed over the Traction Array Plate and Array Flags, which had long been refined, to Elder Song and then dispersed.

After all, they were injured as well.

—

One day, as Li Zhirui was healing his wounds on the open ground, he received a Sound Transmission Talisman from Yu Xue.

A moment later, he hurried over and seeing Li Zhirui whole and unharmed, he sighed in relief, "I’m glad you’re all right, fellow Daoist!"

"Thanks to your warning, I was able to react in time and save my own life," Li Zhirui said, bowing solemnly to Yu Xue.

"I have come this time to seek the aid of a fellow Daoist!"

Yu Xue said with a face full of sorrow, "To protect me, two brothers from the sect sustained severe injuries and are in need of healing pills. However, the Cloud Palace was destroyed, and the stored spiritual objects vanished into the void, leading to a severe scarcity of all kinds of spiritual objects."

"All of the sect’s precious pills have now been used up, but those brothers who saved me still suffer from grave injuries. With no way to obtain healing pills from the Spiritual Item Palace, I wonder if my friend could sell me a few bottles?"

When Yu Xue spoke those last words, she felt somewhat embarrassed, knowing that Li Zhirui was also injured and required healing pills at this time.

Moreover, because of the explosion, the Ascension Void Array was damaged, and the array master was seriously injured. Thus, they were all trapped in the void, unable to return to the Profound Origin Realm for the time being, and resources were limited.

Those who survived are resisting the invasion of chaotic spiritual energy with the help of another fifth-order magical treasure, but it’s nothing compared to the Cloud Palace. Many with less severe injuries could not be allocated caves and could only set up a secluded formation on open ground. This is how Li Zhirui has been living.

"What is this talk of selling or not selling? I still have a few extra bottles of precious pills, just take them," Li Zhirui said generously.

"That won’t do!" Yu Xue hastily refused. A bottle of healing pill was worth its weight in gold—how could she take such a great advantage?

Li Zhirui with a stern face, said, "If it weren’t for my friend’s warning in advance, I might not be standing here right now. How can a life-saving favor be repaid with just a few precious pills!"

He certainly knew how valuable healing pills were at the moment. With a space item at hand, Li Zhirui could refine a large number of precious pills, but would he dare to sell them?

If he did so, who knew how many would set their sights on him! Once back in the Profound Origin Realm, he wouldn’t even know how he died.

"You exaggerate, friend. What life-saving favor is this?"

Yu Xue shook her head and said, "Since you refuse, so be it. I, the Luofu Sect, will remember this favor! We will surely repay it generously in the future!"

"My brothers urgently need the precious pills, so I will not stay any longer." With that, she hurriedly left.

When Yu Xue returned to the Luofu Sect’s encampment with the precious pills, she realized that all of them had been refined using the Purification Principle—top-tier treasure pills!

"Brothers Yu Cheng and Yu Min are saved!"

But immediately, her joy faded, and she sighed, "However, this favor I now owe is far too great."

"Brother, did that Daoist friend agree to sell the healing pills?" a simple and honest-looking cultivator asked with eyes full of hope.

"I have already brought back the precious pills. Brother Yu Zhu, help me refine them so our brothers can come to their senses as soon as possible."

Yu Zhu took a bottle of the precious pills and upon opening it, was instantly stunned. "Your friend must truly be a good person to spare top-tier treasure pills in times like these."

——

Elder Song, having fully recovered, set off toward the Yuanhao Realm under the intense and excited gazes of everyone.

Cautiously avoiding the dangers of the void, he spent a full seven days traversing a mere few thousand miles!

"I’ve finally arrived!"

When Elder Song got a close look at the Yuanhao Realm, a bad premonition suddenly emerged in his heart, and he hurriedly entered with a somewhat panicked expression.

"This..."

Wherever his gaze fell, there was nothing but scorched wasteland!

The entire world seemed devoid of any sound other than the howling wind!

Elder Song trembled all over, questioning the reality of what he was seeing.