Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 818: The Qi-Seer Zhao Clan

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The rhythmic pounding of a heartbeat grew more violent and distinct as they drew closer to the Zhao Clan's Blessed Land.

As Yaowen's hands moved in a continuous dance—weaving intricate gestures like a needle threading silk—a network of structures resembling biological blood vessels manifested before them.

Within the massive architectural complex surrounding the Zhao Clan's Blessed Land, currents of multicolored airflow surged through these "vessels," racing toward the heart of the territory.

The atmosphere seemed to contain a profound terror, yet it was also saturated with a desolate feeling of indignation, fury, and hopelessness.

"Do you all perceive that? It is as if a voice is calling..." Li Yaotie blinked, though his remark failed to stir a response from his silent clansmen.

Trailing behind them, Zhao Tingyu remained a captive of the group.

As that thunderous resonance echoed, he threw his head back and let out a crazed howl toward the heavens, "Old Ancestor, return! Old Ancestor, come back!!"

The members of the Li family made no move to silence Zhao Tingyu's desperate cries; they simply continued their forward march in silence.

They drew nearer and nearer!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The heartbeat resonated with even greater weight now, so heavy that the entirety of the Zhao Clan Blessed Land appeared to throb in synchronization with the sound.

Li Wei's eyes narrowed slightly.

He appeared to grasp the message being transmitted by the rhythm of that pulsing heart.

"Save me... is there anyone who can save me..."

The plea was desperate and frantic!

"The Immortal Zhao Clan endured for one hundred and sixty thousand years, but that era ended when they were wiped out by that devil."

Li Yaowen's fingers brushed against one of the crimson, vein-like conduits; she seemed to have reached a realization.

By this time, the party had reached the mouth of a deep, cavernous abyss.

The sound of the Immortal Zhao Clan's heartbeat was thundering from within this dark hole.

The oppressive might emanating from the depths was more powerful than any pressure they had previously encountered.

As they ventured further, Li Yaowen's soft and composed voice reached their ears.

"If we seek the true origin, we must look back two hundred thousand years.

In those days, the Dynasty had not yet been founded, and the territories of the Azure Dynasty were consumed by chaos.

There were no established borders or laws for Humans, Demons, the Wu clan, or Devils.

The most formidable Old Ancestor of the Immortal Zhao Clan mastered a Divine Art, which permitted the Immortal Zhao Clan to rise in power step by step..."

As Li Yaowen pressed her right palm to her lips and exhaled a breath of white mist, shimmering clusters of light drifted up before the eyes of her kin.

This was information being channeled directly from the veins of the heart.

"The entity inside... is pleading for us to rescue it."

"Save it?" Li Wei frowned.

It was a fact that the family had deliberately enticed the Immortal Zhao Clan to the Duravia Trade Prefecture, a strategy he had fully endorsed.

In such a turbulent age, one must either advance or fall behind; they required more potent allies—or perhaps, more significant prey.

Nevertheless, the arrival of the Immortal Zhao Clan, with its foundation built over one hundred and sixty thousand years, had truly burdened Li Wei with a suffocating pressure.

If not for that, a dedicated shut-in like him would never have taken the risk of departing from the Star Domain.

For more than a century, the family had been relentlessly investigating the Immortal Zhao Clan's hidden cards, even delving into the very roots of the Zhao lineage.

The family's mood had turned particularly grim when the Three Scoundrels discovered that the members of the ancient Immortal Zhao Clan were somehow all still alive.

The Immortal Zhao Clan guarded a secret—a mystery that permitted a person to survive for one hundred and sixty thousand years!

"Indeed, save it. It is... the Old Ancestor of the Immortal Zhao Clan."

Upon hearing these words, Li Wei's eyes narrowed slightly.

One hundred and sixty thousand years ago, at the time of the Devil's assault on the Zhao Clan, the clan still possessed a cultivator at the Integration Realm.

This was also part of the intelligence gathered by the Three Thieves.

Since the six Void Refining stage cultivators of the Zhao Clan remained alive, it was highly probable that their Integration Realm Old Ancestor still existed as well.

This was the exact reason for their arrival!

Immediately, Li Wei traded looks with his family members.

They exchanged nods and reached out toward the crimson mist that Yaowen had produced.

In a flash, a sequence of images flickered through their minds like a series of slides.

A young man from that ancient, chaotic era was shown scavenging corpses on a battlefield that reached the horizon.

Many others were doing the exact same thing on that field of death.

Li Wei was quite familiar with such scenes; when the family had fought the Wu clan, many cultivators would search for remnants on the battlefield once the slaughter concluded.

However, such acts were viewed as stealing spoils of war, and being caught meant being beaten to death instantly.

This individual had to be the Old Ancestor of the Zhao Clan.

Within the visions shared by the Zhao Clan's Old Ancestor, the memory lingered on this specific battlefield for a long duration.

The man located the largest crater on the field—the point where the spiritual pressure was most intense—and rushed into it frantically, where he discovered a red, beating heart.

With soldiers from the winning side approaching to clear the field, he ignored the risks.

He swallowed the heart in one gulp, claiming he had stolen nothing and had only arrived to join the army.

Consequently, he was cast into a slave camp.

Yet, after consuming that heart, the Zhao Clan's Old Ancestor found he could gradually perceive the "Qi" emanating from others.

He possessed the ability to... consume that Qi.

From that moment, his path of cultivation became increasingly effortless.

His mediocre talent underwent a massive transformation; he began commanding spirit boats, mastering techniques, and even took a Dao companion as his life ascended toward its zenith.

It was only later that he understood he was actually devouring the "Destiny" of other people.

As a result, the amount of spiritual Qi he could draw from the world increased, and he frequently stumbled upon rare natural treasures.

That heart had eventually replaced his original one.

He even conducted a test: after being killed, the Destiny of heaven and earth allowed him to be resurrected, leaping from his casket and terrifying his own descendants.

By then, his household was overflowing with children and grandchildren, his bloodline spreading far and wide.

In that age, they were known as the "Qi-Seer Zhao Clan."

He eventually grew tired of devouring Destiny in secret; the process was too sluggish.

Regardless of his actions, he could never truly transform his inherent aptitude and insight—the Integration Realm represented his absolute ceiling.

His offspring were already among the world's most exceptional geniuses, yet descendants like Zhao Buqun, Zhao Wan'er, and Zhao Feimeng... these six heirs at the Void Refining stage were unable to break through to the Integration Realm.

During those years, the Human Race was attempting to establish a dynasty.

He desired more power, wanting the "Qi-Seer Zhao Clan" to seize the Mandate of Heaven, become the Sons of Heaven, and rule the entire Human Race!

He turned his attention toward the Devil.

He dispatched his children to trick the Devil, having Zhao Buqun construct a massive formation on the Devil's territory.

His plan was to covertly drain all of their Destiny, enabling his family to achieve a monumental breakthrough.

This was a desperate gamble, as well as his grand ambition as the Old Ancestor of the Zhao Clan to guide his kin toward a glorious future.

Regrettably... his wager failed.

A member of the Devils sensed the interference.

Thousands of enraged Devils stormed the Zhao Clan lands and, before his very eyes, butchered his six children who were in the Void Refining realm.

Though he eventually repelled the Devils, he was left with mortal wounds.

Overwhelmed by regret, he knelt upon the earth, staring at the shattered remains of the Zhao Clan and the few descendants who had managed to survive.