Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 1366: Fight

Chapter 1366: Chapter 1360: Fight

The night sky of the Southern Frontier was brighter than ever before.

Fleeing commoners raised their heads, looking up by the bonfires that burned with their suffering, gazing at the only beautiful scenery the night sky could offer them at this moment.

That was the luster of the Southern Frontier cultivators’ Spiritual power.

As Ancestor Lan declared war, calling out names they had never heard before, the cultivators of the Southern Frontier gazed into the vast sky for a long time.

No one knew how many days had passed, nor did anyone know where Ancestor Lan had gone.

They couldn’t even feel the aftershocks of the great battle.

They only knew that on that day, streak after streak of unattainable auras soared into the sky, and after that, there was no more news of Ancestor Lan.

Therefore, they could only wait by looking at the sky, waiting for good news to arrive.

Later, they found that there was no good news.

They realized that whether it was day or night, the sky remained the sky. It turned out the saying “when the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up” was indeed true.

Following this was deep contemplation.

Unknowingly, amidst the fear and emptiness that dragged people into despair like a quagmire when facing the Blood Moon, a tiny spark finally ignited in their hearts.

When one tall person could no longer hold the sky up, the remaining tall people had two choices.

One was to bend their waists and lower their heads.

The other was to stand up, straighten their backs, plant their feet firmly on the earth, and roar.

The cultivators of the Southern Frontier had waited for too long, waited until their pride cursed them for leading lives to ruin.

An unknown number of people silently returned home; after all, they had to make arrangements for what was to come.

No matter what the future held, they had to leave behind a spark of hope.

…

Inside the City of Merit, the Li Clan members and numerous cultivators remained expressionless. Ultimately, they returned to the main hall.

The only trace that Ancestor Lan had ever been there were those pots and pans.

They remained in heavy silence, deep in thought.

Emperor Shun Lin Yuan of the Imperial Dynasty, Great Emperor Taiyin of the Demon Race, Divine Lord Gu Dao of the Wu Tribe, and the Great Golden Immortals of the Western Frontier…

These were names they had never heard before. Yet Ancestor Lan had called out the names of these individuals from different races, heading to the ends of the earth for a battle.

This meant that the ones responsible for today’s situation were these scheming, self-serving monumental figures.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with immortals, they intended to overturn the situation where the Human Emperor and Ancestor Lan suppressed the Imperial Dynasty.

This was also an unprovoked disaster that befell the Southern Frontier amidst the world’s drastic changes, despite Ancestor Lan standing guard over it.

It caused countless people in the Southern Frontier to be displaced, drifting like duckweed in a river.

Li Dalong was absent. Li Yaoqing looked at the silent clansmen and the hastily arriving retainers in the hall.

She decided not to take the lead, ultimately giving her third brother some face. As she looked at Li Yaotie, the family’s descendants also turned their gazes toward him.

Now was the perfect opportunity!

Raging fires burned in pairs of eyes. Li Yaotie held the spirit tablet. He was never good with words; saying more would only fail to convey his true meaning, so only one word remained.

“Fight!”

Above the main hall, Li Wei sat on the roof, gazing into the distance—the edge of the sky, the corner of the sea, which was the ends of the earth.

Battles between Mahayana experts mostly took place in such locations; otherwise, if they committed world-shattering sins of slaughter, even the Heavenly Dao could not tolerate them.

Li Wei recalled the conversation he had with Ancestor Lan when he emerged from the Western Frontier back then.

This old senior had actually been constantly choosing between life and death, much like his bundle swaying uncertainly on the tree branch. But what is the meaning of a person’s life?

When Ancestor Lan resolved to fight, Li Wei somewhat understood. Ancestor Lan had ultimately discovered that the meaning of his life was for the common people of the world, for the Human Race.

He lowered his head, peering through the roof tiles to see his descendants in the hall.

They stood firmly on this land, completely unwilling to flee no matter what, all for the territory their ancestors had conquered generation after generation.

The soil of Azure Cloud Prefecture held the flesh and blood of many, many cultivators, as well as the tombs left behind by their friends and subordinates.

On the border of Azure Cloud Region lay the cemetery dedicated to resisting the Wu Tribe; their clansmen had died in battle in Azure Cloud. Many, many people were eternally buried here.

Now, many cultivators would bring their juniors or friends visiting from afar past the Azure Cloud Cemetery.

These cultivators would proudly and confidently tell their descendants and outsiders that their predecessors had never taken a single step back, and that they cultivated the inheritances of their forebears.

While some cultivators drank and made merry, even the wealthiest among them could proudly mention that they had gone to deal with many monumental figures.

The people of Azure Cloud Region were not barbarians.

The people of Azure Cloud Prefecture, relying on the battle records and glory of their homeland, had earned their pride and face.

Li Wei suddenly understood why Ancestor Lan had shouted so loudly. He was afraid the world would forget him.

He also suddenly understood why Ah Tie acted like a fool, demanding to fight without a second thought, and why the descendants in the hall stared at his spirit tablet with blazing eyes.

Over these years, he had never made a decision.

The City of Merit could just ‘whoosh’ and fly away. Even if they abandoned a massive amount of properties, with the Li Clan’s strength, they could easily find an island in the sea domains and thrive for eternity.

But if they left, the mortal realm… would be left with nothing but a single City of Merit.

Everything in Azure Cloud Prefecture would be erased.

The displaced commoners and the descendants of Azure Cloud Prefecture would gradually forget everything as time passed.

No one would mention a defeated and destroyed prefecture.

Those past achievements and old friends would all be worn away beneath the Blood Moon.

Perhaps the only thing their descendants could take pride in would be the fact that they managed to survive and escape from this cowardly, incompetent place called Azure Cloud Prefecture.

“So fucking stupid! Once we fight, there’s no turning back.”

Li Wei rested his hands on the roof tiles and looked up at the starry sky, exhaling a very long breath.

“Then we fight! Fight the bastards until heaven and earth turn upside down!”

The spirit tablet in Li Yaotie’s hands flared with brilliant light.