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Chapter 1179: Chapter 1058: Departure_2
However, by that time, Li Zhirui might no longer be in the Integration Realm.
Besides, even if he stepped in to help, it doesn’t necessarily mean he could kill that Demon Cultivator. That’s a Mahayana Demon Cultivator, capable of wielding countless life-preserving techniques. He might end up getting himself killed in the process.
Even if he somehow succeeded in killing him, the promise from Yang Wuquan of handing over all the Spiritual Objects seemed utterly unreliable to Li Zhirui.
Especially when it’s just this kind of unbinding verbal agreement—after the deed, they might shamelessly deny everything, or worse, kill him to silence him. Li Zhirui was not strong enough to contend with that.
The best approach is exactly what he’s doing now: ignoring and avoiding the situation altogether.
One must have a clear understanding of one’s own strength, without overestimating oneself or imagining you can tackle every problem.
Yet, before Li Zhirui could relax, he encountered another obstacle!
Right in front of him, a Fierce Sha Beast was entrenched—its massive body and savage aura unmistakably showcasing its formidable power.
This Fierce Sha Beast was far stronger than any enemy Li Zhirui had encountered before, likely comparable to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm! It was not an existence he wanted to provoke.
Out of options, Li Zhirui could only detour again.
"Unexpectedly, there’s still a stray fish lingering around here. Beast! Meet your end!"
Li Zhirui had barely flown tens of miles away when an incensed shout echoed behind him, followed by a sharp Sword Qi slashing down, engaging the Fierce Sha Beast in battle.
Li Zhirui had no choice but to increase his speed, distancing himself from the battlefield to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
The terrifying energy fluctuations, even dozens of miles away, made Li Zhirui’s heart palpitate.
"Is this the power of Tribulation Transcendence?"
Although fundamentally speaking, there’s not much difference between the Integration, Mahayana, and Tribulation Transcendence realms, the disparities in mana and strength are enormous.
Li Zhirui merely sighed and quickened his pace once more, distancing himself from this perilous area. All he wanted now was to escape the battlefield before the Great Cleansing arrived!
Fortunately, the journey afterward was smooth and peaceful; no further obstacles arose. He successfully reached the northern edge of the battlefield.
Just a few steps apart, the contrast between the two places was stark.
The battlefield was shrouded in dark energy, oppressive and ominous, while outside was bright and sunny, with gentle breezes and cheery weather.
"Finally, I can leave this cursed place!" Li Zhirui couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.
Though slaying Fierce Sha Beasts brought merit, he had never been greedy; staying in such a dreadful place would only invite trouble, so leaving quickly was the wiser choice.
Resolving to stick to his plan, Li Zhirui no longer concealed his presence, speeding away from the countless lives buried in this ’breeding ground.’
"Finally left that cursed place!"
Breathing in the fresh and natural Spiritual Energy of the outside world, a smile unconsciously formed on Li Zhirui’s face.
But this didn’t mean he was entirely safe, so Li Zhirui didn’t linger for long, resuming his flight north at a steady pace.
Perhaps many cultivators had gone to join the Immortal Demon War, as Li Zhirui saw almost no cultivators in their prime along the way, smoothly arriving at the border between the East Continent and the Northern Domain.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Li Zhirui flew directly into the Northern Domain, summoned his Spirit Boat, and began his long journey home.
"Golden Eagle, help oversee the Spirit Boat."
"Hm?"
The Golden Eagle, abruptly summoned from its spatial confinement by Li Zhirui, scanned the surroundings. Relieved to take in the scenery, it exclaimed excitedly: "You’ve finally left the battlefield!"
"Where is this place? What’s different about it? Why do you want me to steer the Spirit Boat? Which direction are we heading?"
Feeling elated, the Golden Eagle rattled off a series of questions.
"This is the Northern Domain. I don’t know what makes it different; steering the Spirit Boat is to leave this dangerous place."
Patiently answering some of the questions, Li Zhirui then urged the Golden Eagle to quickly get moving and steer the Spirit Boat. 𝚗ovp𝚞b.𝚌om
"Let’s go! Head home!"
Excited beyond measure, the Golden Eagle shouted loudly.
Its unbridled joy stemmed mainly from the prospect of escaping Li Zhirui, ending its days of living in constant fear.
Whoosh—
Under the Golden Eagle’s maneuvering, the Spirit Boat maintained its incredible speed, like a meteor streaking across the sky—vanishing in an instant to ordinary beings.
To cultivators able to detect its presence, though, no one dared to make a move. After all, the Spirit Boat bore a terrifying aura belonging to an Integration Realm cultivator.
Furthermore, the Spirit Boat’s speed was too swift, making interception nearly impossible. It was easier to let it pass.
Just as Li Zhirui concentrated on his journey, the Immortal Demon Battlefield experienced its ultimate Great Cleansing!
The tumultuous battlefield, never known for peace, erupted once more with the cacophony of clashing metal, cries for mercy, unbridled laughter, and other chaos.
"Why are you attacking me? Shouldn’t we focus on killing demon cultivators together?" pleaded a Loose Cultivator before his imminent death, harboring unspoken doubts.
The fate of Loose Cultivators and cultivators from minor factions was most tragic—they were utterly unaware of the truth, struck down by sudden betrayal from others without a chance to prepare.
Gradually, some began to sense that something wasn’t right, seeking to escape the battlefield.
However, what they could never anticipate was, even if they successfully escaped—what had previously served to barricade Demon Cultivators, the Mountain and River Great Wall, would transform into an instrument of their demise!
Unless they realized this ahead of time, fled to the Northern Domain, bypassed the Mountain and River Great Wall, and found another path back to the East Continent.
But how many could foresee such a thing?
How could they imagine that the seemingly benevolent major forces were actually the architects of their demise?
If nothing unexpected happened, countless cultivators would perish on this land, their grievances and rage seeping into the soil, nourishing future generations of Fierce Sha Beasts.
"Why are you pursuing me?"
A Mahayana Loose Cultivator fled desperately, trying to shake off the three Mahayana cultivators chasing him.
Just moments ago, they had fought together against Demon Cultivators. However, once the demons were defeated, the three unexpectedly turned on him.
"Ah!"
One of them sighed, speaking apologetically: "Zhang, I’m sorry. This is the order from our sect. If there’s an afterlife, I hope you’re born into one of the major factions."
The cultivator surnamed Zhang’s rage was palpable. What nonsense about sect orders and unworthy lineage—they wanted his life yet spoke so hypocritically.
"Fine, fine, fine! If you won’t let me live, then even in death, I’ll take a few of you down with me!"
With that, Zhang ceased fleeing and charged toward them.
A fierce battle erupted—his already injured body was riddled with new wounds, blood pouring out like a red torrent, turning him into a blood-soaked specter of terror.
"Zhang, Fellow Daoist, we’ve fought side by side before, why struggle futilely now?" one of them tried to persuade him to give up and avoid further agony.
Zhang didn’t respond but suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, declaring: "Hahaha! Aren’t you after my life? Take it, then!"
Rumble—
In their very midst, Zhang successfully self-detonated.
A Mahayana cultivator’s self-detonation unleashed devastation exceeding even an Individual Immortal’s Divine Power, its energy wave consuming everything within tens of miles.
The three cultivators closest to the explosion found themselves in a grim situation—one was killed outright, joining Zhang in death.
The other two survived but were gravely injured, barely clinging to life, vulnerable to any passing cultivator capable of finishing them off.
Such brutal slaughter wasn’t exclusive to the Immortal Tao; the Demonic Tao spilled even more blood!
They cared nothing for origin—anyone they encountered was attacked outright, their madness resembling rabid dogs without reason.
