Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

With the extermination order issued, the heavens were stained with blood.

On that day, the entire sky of the Heavenly Demon Realm was red.

Countless demigods and lower-level monsters were slaughtered. Their corpses piled up like mountains, and their blood flowed like rivers.

Those monsters that once enslaved humans, ate them, and sacrificed them have finally tasted the bitterness of being slaughtered.

The demigods and demon kings kneeling on the ground watched helplessly as their people were slaughtered, yet dared not move an inch.

Because if they make the slightest move, the True Lord's gaze will sweep over them, a gaze more terrifying than death.

A month later, the killing finally stopped.

In the entire Heavenly Demon Realm, less than one in ten demonic beasts below the level of demigods survives.

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A month later, the decree of the Immortal Sect was issued.

All the rescued humans will be relocated in batches. Hundreds of billions of humans from the Five Domains and Nine Heavens will be sent to various planes under the rule of the Immortal Sect to settle down and start new lives.

The Heavenly Demon Realm itself will be completely refined.

"What?"

Li Xiaoyao was stunned for a long time when he heard the news.

Jinpan Zhenren nodded, his expression complex: "The Immortal Sect intends to refine this realm into a monster graveyard warship."

The corpses of all demigods and demon kings will be made into a mound of corpses and erected on the warship. All surviving demigods and demon kings will be sealed, pierced by chains, and forced to kneel facing east on the warship's deck, enduring the torment of heavenly lightning and earthly fire day and night.

Li Xiaoyao remained silent.

"What about the three demon emperors?"

"Haotian and Xuanming will be taken to the outer domain of Qingxiao Immortal Sect and refined into living puppets, kneeling before the boundary to become guardian beasts."

Master Jinpan paused for a moment, then continued, "As for Chi Lian..."

"He surrendered."

Li Xiaoyao was taken aback.

"It's gone down?"

"right."

Jinpan Zhenren said, "He will be sent to the outer realms to fight against the forces of other great universes for three thousand years to atone for his sins. If he is still alive after three thousand years, he will regain his freedom."

Li Xiaoyao remained silent for a long time.

"Where is that warship?"

"Once completed, it will roam the outer reaches of the universe."

Jinpan Zhenren looked into the distance, his voice low and deep, "Let all the non-human races, both within and outside the domain, see this—"

"Those who offend our human race, no matter how far away, shall be punished."

Li Xiaoyao remained silent.

He simply looked at the humans queuing to board the ship in the distance. They were ragged and emaciated, but their eyes shone with light.

Four hundred and twenty-three billion people.

become free.

"Is it worth it?" he asked softly.

No one answered.

The wind blew from the heavens, carrying a faint smell of blood, but also the scent of new life.

Li Xiaoyao suddenly remembered a sentence he had read on Earth before his transmigration—

"With lofty aspirations, we dare to sacrifice ourselves and change the world."

He smiled, turned and walked towards the warship.

...

The warship sailed through the void for three whole months.

For the past three months, Li Xiaoyao has spent most of his time meditating in his cabin. Not cultivating, but simply organizing his thoughts.

The battle in the Heavenly Demon Realm lasted for nearly a year.

In one year, 42.3 billion people regained their freedom. This number was so enormous that it felt unreal to him.

All he knew was that the demigods he had killed, the people he had saved, and the good deeds he had used up had all turned into cold, hard numbers on the jade slip.

Thirty-seven million good deeds.

After deducting the costs of exchanging supplies, cultivation techniques, and various other resources, there are still 23 million left.

enough.

On this day, the communication talisman outside the cabin lit up.

"Fellow Daoist Shangyuan, come out and take a look, we're almost there." Jinpan Zhenren's voice came.

Li Xiaoyao pushed open the door and went out.

The deck was already packed with people. In the distance, a familiar star field was slowly approaching—

Sunset Realm.

His home.

The warship gradually slowed down, eventually hovering in the void outside the Sunset Realm. The hatch opened, and Li Xiaoyao stepped out, taking a deep breath.

The familiar spiritual energy, the familiar atmosphere, the familiar... taste of home.

"Second Uncle!"

In the distance, a figure flew swiftly towards them. Li Changhu, now at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, possessed a calm and composed aura, displaying the demeanor of a family head.

Li Xiaoyao smiled.

"Changhu, what brings you here?"

"Father sent me to pick you up." Li Changhu landed in front of him, his eyes slightly red. "It's been a year, and the family has been thinking about you."

Li Xiaoyao patted him on the shoulder without saying a word.

The uncle and nephew flew side by side toward Luoxia Realm.

---

Qixia Peak, Chengxia Hall.

Li Mutian stood outside the hall, watching the figure on the horizon getting closer and closer, a smile appearing on his face.

"I'm back."

Li Xiaoyao landed in front of him, looked at his elder brother, and suddenly realized—Li Mutian had aged.

It's not that they look old, it's their aura. They've reached the Foundation Establishment stage, just one step away from the Purple Mansion stage, but countless people have been stuck on that step their entire lives.

"Big brother."

Li Mutian patted him with a smile: "It's good that you're back. Let's go inside and talk."

The two brothers sat down in the hall, and Li Changhu personally served them spiritual tea before leaving.

"I've heard about what happened in the Heavenly Demon Realm," Li Mutian said. "Over four hundred billion people, it's not easy."

Li Xiaoyao nodded, saying nothing more. Those things were hard to explain, and he didn't want to talk about them.

"How's things at home?"

Li Mutian smiled and took out a jade slip from his sleeve, handing it over.

Li Xiaoyao took it and probed it with his divine sense—

Direct line cultivators: 137 people.

Collateral lineage cultivators: more than 420 people.

People under his rule: 12 million in Luoxia Realm, 6 million in Chaolitian Realm, and 570,000 in New Era Realm.

Spiritual Veins: The main spiritual vein of Luoxia Realm has been upgraded to the middle grade of the third rank, the upper grade of the third rank of Chaoli Heaven, and the upper grade of the second rank of the New Era Realm.

He finished reading and looked up.

"The New Era world only has a little over 500,000 people?"

"That place was originally a small plane," Li Mutian said. "Back then, you sent Changhu to relocate people. They brought back four million and left five hundred thousand. Over the years, they've naturally multiplied, adding another seventy or eighty thousand, and that's about it."

Li Xiaoyao nodded, then asked, "Brother, there's something I need to tell you since I've come back."

"What is it?"

"The Immortal Sect has assigned me a batch of humans," Li Xiaoyao said. "One hundred million mortals will be delivered in six months."

Li Mutian was stunned.

"One hundred million?"

"That's right." Li Xiaoyao nodded, picked up his teacup and took a sip. "It's just a drop in the ocean; the Sunset Realm can handle it perfectly well."

Li Mutian took a deep breath, stood up, and paced around the hall.

"One hundred million people... how many cities would that require, how many spiritual fields would need to be cultivated..."

"Take your time," Li Xiaoyao said. "I'm not in a hurry. Anyway, they'll just be farming, cultivating, and having children here. In a few decades, that'll be the foundation of our Li family."

Li Mutian looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"You're quite the visionary."

Li Xiaoyao laughed, "Otherwise what? If we only rely on these few hundred people, when will we ever grow stronger?"

Li Mutian sat down again and pondered, "Should we release a batch from the New Era Realm as well?"

Li Xiaoyao shook his head: "There are only 500,000 people over there, which is enough. We can gradually give back to Luoxia Realm as it develops."

"Giving back?"

"right."

Li Xiaoyao said, "I plan to ask a True Lord to help move the New Era Realm to the Sunset Realm and set up a two-way feedback formation."

In the early stages, the spiritual energy of the New Era Realm will continuously flow to the Sunset Realm, helping us to advance to the Middle Thousand Worlds as soon as possible.

Once the Sunset Realm becomes a Middle Thousand World, the spiritual energy will naturally flow back, helping the New Era Realm to gradually advance.

After listening, Li Mutian remained silent for a long time.

"You're... paving the way for your descendants."

Li Xiaoyao smiled but didn't reply.