Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan-Chapter 782 - 788: Unlucky

"Impossible! How could this be!"

Elder Song forgot that he was in an otherworldly realm, and sprinted through the sky at his fastest pace, hoping to prove that the initial scene he witnessed was merely an illusion, limited to a certain area.

But the more places he visited, the more the scenes he saw were indistinguishable; all of them were lands reeking of foul odor and sticky, darkened lakes and rivers, without a single glimpse of any living being’s silhouette, a world utterly swallowed by death.

Elder Song stood dazed in the high sky, unable to recover his senses for a long time.

Who could have imagined that the beings of the Yuanhao Realm would be so resolute!

Elder Song could deduce the process by which the Yuanhao Realm had transformed into its current state detonating Spirit Veins, leading to the loss of vitality in the land, which then slowly rotted away. If it were just this, the entire world would not have become what it was so quickly.

But under the oppressive and despairing environment, the beings vented through slaughter and destruction, which further accelerated the destruction of the world.

"Decades of war, nearly a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators, countless resources, and in the end, we got a world near destruction!" Elder Song muttered to himself, his face filled with bitterness.

He had originally thought that by swallowing the Yuanhao Realm, the Profound Origin Realm could successfully ascend to a Middle Thousand Worlds within a thousand years, but now it seemed, the path to ascension was still out of reach!

"Sigh!"

Elder Song heaved a heavy sigh, no longer continuing to fly away. He turned around and returned to the spot where he had entered this realm, took out the Array Plate and Array Flags, and in just a moment, a profound Great Array unfolded before his eyes. Then he left the Yuanhao Realm without any reluctance.

World to world, there was a strong attraction, and the traction Great Array laid by Elder Song was just a primer; what truly took effect was the world itself.

Several days later, Elder Song returned to the Profound Origin Realm.

When the others saw him return safely, they knew the Great Array had been laid. With the current distance between the two worlds, they would make contact within a year, and thereafter, the more powerful Heavenly Dao of the Profound Origin Realm could easily crush the Yuanhao Realm’s Heavenly Dao, absorbing the entire world.

"Elder Song, what is the situation in the Yuanhao Realm?" A Nascent Soul Cultivator asked expectantly.

Although after ascending to a Middle Thousand Worlds, one would need to cultivate to the Tribulation Transcending Realm to achieve Ascension, and with Integration and Mahayana as two additional realms in between, the difficulty of Ascension would greatly increase compared to the Void Refinement Realm.

But the difficulty of breaking through Void Refinement would be greatly reduced, as it would precipitate a Broken Realm Heavenly Tribulation, rather than an Ascension Heavenly Tribulation.

Many of them had enough self-awareness to know that they might not be able to withstand the Thunder Tribulation of Ascension, but if it was only about breaking through, they might well succeed.

As long as they could successfully break through Void Refinement, that would mean another thousand years of life!

Upon hearing this question, Elder Song fell silent for a while and then said with a bitter smile, "Everyone, do not hold out hope for the ascension of our world, it’s impossible."

Boom—

As soon as these words were spoken, the room instantly erupted into an uproar.

"How could this be?"

"Wasn’t it the cooperation of various factions to deduce that as long as we swallowed the Yuanhao Realm, the Profound Origin Realm would successfully ascend? Why has there been a hiccup now?"

"May I ask Elder Song why you say so?"

"Because the Yuanhao Realm is ruined! The entire world is on the verge of collapse, with life extinct, Laws depleted, and the essence of the Heavenly Dao drastically reduced."

Elder Song paused, then said with a bitter smile, "How could such a Yuanhao Realm enable the Profound Origin Realm to ascend to become a Middle Thousand Worlds?"

Everyone was shaken to the core, their faces filled with disbelief.

But what use was there in disbelief? The fact was just that!

"Sigh! It’s like losing a wife and an army, such a heavy loss!"

Without the ascension of the Profound Origin Realm, even if the Heavenly Dao bestowed virtue, it would be far less than they had imagined!

On top of the casualties and consumption of various Spiritual Objects, they had toiled for decades, not only failing to gain anything, but instead incurring huge losses.

"The situation has come to this, there is no point in complaining anymore. Think about how to properly deal with the aftermath."

To any power, Nascent Soul Cultivators are extremely important. If the Profound Origin Realm could have advanced, a large number of casualties would have been of no concern.

After all, after becoming a Middle Thousand World, the difficulty of breaking through to Nascent Soul would decrease, and there would be many other benefits.

But the problem now is that the advancement is hopeless, and the various forces naturally need to settle their losses and casualties and then figure out how to compensate for them.

The true situation of the Yuanhao Realm could not be concealed at all, and it soon reached the ears of the Demon Cultivators and the Devil Race.

"Hah! To end up with such an outcome is all thanks to the Cultivators being overconfident, thinking they could face the entire world alone. This prolonged the war, and instead, it aroused the animosity of beings from other worlds."

"Exactly! Had you notified us earlier, how could we have ended up in this state? The great explosion that happened not long ago wouldn’t have occurred either."

"If it weren’t for the Cultivators’ arrogance, we wouldn’t have suffered such heavy casualties. We want the Cultivators to pay compensation!"

Demon Cultivators and the Devil Race immediately turned their spears towards the Cultivators, taking the opportunity to demand compensation.

In truth, the Demon Cultivators and the Devil Race didn’t care about those of their comrades and kin who had died.

Demon Cultivators have always been selfish and self-interested; sects, factions, and families are all less important than themselves!

And within the Devil Race, who knows how many different species there are. The hatred between some species can surpass even the enmity towards the human race, so how could they truly be up in arms about them?

When the Demon Cultivators and the Devil Race made such claims, it was merely to obtain resources from the Cultivators.

As for the senior leaders of the Cultivators, they were too busy pointing fingers at each other to pay any attention to them.

This attitude further emboldened the Demon Cultivators and the Devil Race.

Moreover, the current strength of the Cultivators in the Void really was not as strong as the combined forces of the Devil Race and the Demon Cultivators.

Li Zhirui, who was healing in the open area, had naturally also heard about the discord among the three parties.

However, these matters had little to do with him, a minor figure. It was more important for him to heal his injuries as soon as possible.

But sometimes, even if he didn’t want to be involved, he couldn’t just stand by.

One day, Li Zhirui, who had been healing within a Formation, suddenly found the Formation under a series of fierce attacks.

Li Zhirui abruptly opened his eyes and looked outside the Formation.

He saw a Fifth-order Great Devil and a Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator jointly attacking the Formation, trying to break through it as quickly as possible.

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Two thick vines appeared out of nowhere, whipping the unsuspecting human and devil away. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Li Zhirui demanded, "What are you doing!"

"The Cultivators have caused heavy casualties among my people. I have come to collect compensation," the Great Devil said as if it were a matter of course.

"The Cultivators have caused great losses to my sect. I, too, have come to collect compensation."

Li Zhirui’s expression darkened, and he questioned the Demon Cultivator, "Are you collaborating with the Devil Race, planning to betray the human race?!"

"You’re making it sound too serious. We just happened to run into each other," the Demon Cultivator explained with a smile, obviously well-prepared.

He certainly didn’t dare admit to committing such a heinous crime against his own kind.

"Enough with the nonsense! Hand over your Storage Magical Treasure obediently, and you may be spared from death!" the Great Devil shouted impatiently.