Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 817: Why Would They Fear Now
Previously on Family Management Game In Immortal Continent...
The Three Families and Six Sects of the Azure Cloud Region, alongside the Four Great Powers and every Li Family member, fought with desperate bravery. Every cultivator present was pushed to their limit.
A fierce determination blazed within their eyes.
For more than a century, they had lived under the shadow of the Immortal Zhao Clan's unbearable arrogance.
The Zhao Clan had never regarded the Azure Cloud Region as significant, nor had they ever viewed a single person there as a legitimate rival.
However, the Immortal Zhao Clan had made a grave mistake.
The seeds planted over the last few hundred years had matured into a massive tree.
Eventually, this tree would reach the heavens, its sprawling canopy and thick foliage providing a sanctuary for the entire Azure Cloud Prefecture.
High above the clouds, Li Wei arrived in a hurry, with Li Dalong and Li Yaozu trailing closely behind him.
Meanwhile, Grand Elder Puci had already plunged into the Zhao Clan's ranks, dragging Zhao Buqun into his Void Refining Space to systematically destroy him.
The three men shared a collective smile.
This victory was the culmination of hundreds of years of relentless effort!
"Impossible. This cannot be. How could we fall so rapidly?!"
Held as a prisoner behind them, Zhao Tingyu stared with hollow eyes, watching in utter shock as the forces of the Azure Cloud Prefecture swarmed into the Immortal Domain from every side.
The Immortal Zhao Clan prided itself on its intelligence network; they had spent over a century spying on the Azure Cloud Prefecture.
Only now, witnessing the reality before him, did he realize they knew nothing of the Li Clan's true experts or the actual state of the Azure Cloud Prefecture.
The power being unleashed by the Azure Cloud Prefecture surpassed their intelligence reports by tenfold!
It seemed their experts had been achieving breakthroughs in total secrecy, hidden from the world.
Their cultivators had been training in battle formations in the shadows.
The sheer volume of Spirit Tools, Talismans, and miraculous spirit pills they possessed was beyond anything ordinary people could conceive.
The image they had projected to the world—a prefecture showing only minor signs of growth—was nothing but a facade.
No!
The people of the Azure Cloud Prefecture were still holding back.
They hadn't even called upon two of their primary forces: the Hall of Heavenly Principles and the Azure Cloud Army.
Behind this display, it appeared they still harbored hidden trump cards they were not yet ready to reveal.
"Old Ancestor!"
Reflected in the dull eyes of Zhao Tingyu, several figures descended from the sky.
Xu Cuihua, Li Yaoqing, Li Yaotie, Bai Rourou, and Li Yaowen all arrived as one.
With the group assembled, Li Wei took the lead, heading down into the very center of the Immortal Zhao Clan.
Towering structures surrounded them on every side.
Members of the Immortal Zhao Clan rushed forward in a never-ending wave to kill, and the atmosphere was thick with the spiritual power radiating from the brutal clashes of cultivators.
The Zhao Clan cultivators even attempted to use battle formations against the Li family, but these were shattered and tossed aside with ease.
Li Wei and his companions walked through this treacherous landscape of stone towers with total composure, as if they were wandering through an empty field.
"Old Ancestor, I have calculated it. That location is where the Zhao Clan's Old Ancestor resides."
Blood-red threads suddenly became visible within Li Yaowen's eyes.
These lines stretched across the ground of the Immortal Domain, linking every high tower built by the Zhao Clan.
The Destiny of Heaven and Earth, stolen from across the Immortal Domain, was being channeled along these red paths toward the deepest sanctum of the Zhao Clan's Paradise.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A rhythmic pounding echoed in their ears.
Li Yaowen spoke softly, her lips barely moving. "It is a heartbeat."
"Mn."
With a slight nod from Li Wei, the group moved toward the inner depths of the Zhao Clan.
They walked in silence, mirroring the day they had fought their way to the Xiao Family in the Azure Cloud Region years ago.
It was the same group of people standing at the front lines of the enemy.
However, they were older now, having survived many trials, and their cultivation was far superior to what it had been in the past.
The Old Ancestor was no longer confined to a Spirit Tablet; instead, he walked at the front, enveloped in a black mist.
Li Dalong still held Xu Cuihua close to him.
He no longer looked like a simple farmer; the honest, sturdy appearance of his youth had been replaced by a ghostly softness earned from his long stay in the Underworld.
The Heaven-Piercing Coffin remained strapped to his back.
Xu Cuihua had become even more striking.
She had traded her loose, matronly clothes for robes of pure white.
She reached out a slender, soft hand to touch her husband's cheek, expressing the deep longing that had built up over a hundred years apart.
Li Yaozu still carried his sword box on his back.
A metallic clinking came from the box, as if someone inside was playing with the long sword.
A fragment of light gauze floated out from the box and settled into the hand of Li Yaoqing.
Li Yaoqing remained in her Daoist robes, a small tripod and a gourd hanging from her waist.
She stared blankly at the Purple Wisteria Shadow-Veil she held—it seemed to be a piece of clothing.
Li Yaotie carried his massive hammer over his shoulder, keeping his wife at his side.
They remained a powerful and sturdy couple, just as they had always been. However, Bai Rourou's short hair had turned completely white.
Years of grueling work in artifact refining had left both husband and wife with complexions as dark as coal.
The once-frail Li Yaowen no longer required her Second Sister to push her along.
Wearing the robes of a scholar, she followed behind the Old Ancestor, her parents, and her siblings with a relaxed pace.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The sound of the heartbeat grew louder as they approached.
The secret behind how the Immortal Zhao Clan had evaded extinction twice over one hundred and sixty thousand years was right in front of them, seemingly containing a terrible horror.
Yet, a smile could be seen on every one of their faces.
In the past, they feared nothing as long as they were together.
Why should they feel any different now?