Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 820: Immortal Zhao Clan

"Slay them all!"

Li Dalong was no stranger to the Underworld, having journeyed through that dark realm himself.

He had witnessed countless scenes of carnage and brutality in that land of endless conflict.

However, even the horrors of the Underworld paled in comparison to the gruesome sight unfolding before him!

The situation spiraled out of control the moment Zhao Buqun issued his command.

From within that massive, crimson-pulsing heart, the reborn members of the Zhao Clan—every one of them a Cultivation expert at or above the Nascent Soul realm—began to force their way out.

Their heads emerged from the organ like infants during birth, their features and hair matted with thick, dark blood.

These heads bobbed atop the surface of the gargantuan heart, swaying like the seeds of a dandelion caught in a breeze.

The sickening sounds of wet squelching and tearing flesh reverberated through the cavern.

Dripping with slime, these resurrected figures clawed through the heart’s muscle.

They pressed their gore-stained palms against the exterior, groaning as they hauled their heavy bodies out from the interior.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

"Riiip! Drip... drop!"

The rhythmic pounding of the heart, the sound of rending meat, and the steady splash of blood hitting the floor created a horrific symphony.

Combined with the low moans and triumphant cries of the returning Zhao clansmen, this was a vision of the true Underworld!

"Flee! Run for your lives!"

Bathed in the eerie red glow, three Zhao Clan Elders wore twisted grins as they watched their terrified enemies scramble in panic.

These ignorant members of the Li family had no inkling of the Immortal Zhao Clan's genuine hidden strength!

Zhao Qingguang let out a scream of terrified fury, "Escape! Send word to the Human Emperor! Alert the Grand Preceptor and the Imperial Preceptor!"

Zhao Qingguang shrieked in desperation.

But the violent struggle resumed.

The subterranean chamber began to collapse with a deafening roar.

Emerging from the heart, the Zhao clansmen launched themselves at the Li family members without uttering a single word.

Lacking any artifacts and covered in thick mucus, they charged into battle in their raw, naked forms, intent on killing.

...

"BOOM!"

The massive explosion caused every warrior on the Immortal Domain battlefield—whether they served the Azure Cloud Prefecture or the Zhao Clan—to halt and stare toward the center of the Zhao Clan Blessed Land.

"What in the world is that?!!"

Aboard the spirit boat, Li Xinnian’s face paled instantly.

A heart—a monstrous, colossal heart—was expanding rapidly, swelling until it reached a height of a thousand meters!

The organ was constantly rupturing, with shadow after shadow crawling out to rejoin the slaughter.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The entire battlefield vibrated with the sound of the heartbeat.

The momentum of the Immortal Domain conflict, which had been a decisive victory for one side, shifted violently, leaving Li Xinnian shaken.

He watched in disbelief as a Zhao Clan member, who had been killed right before his eyes, returned to the world of the living—completely naked!

"Impossible... this can't be happening!"

Those reborn from the heart threw themselves into the fight with localized madness.

They laughed hideously and cheered, mocking the Azure Cloud Prefecture forces for their total lack of understanding regarding the Zhao Clan.

The soldiers of the Azure Cloud Prefecture felt their own hearts race in the face of such a supernatural horror.

That mysterious heart and the undying Zhao warriors were beyond anything they could have imagined.

Even the surviving members of the Immortal Zhao Clan on the field were paralyzed with shock.

They couldn't comprehend how their fallen brothers had returned to the fight, especially when... their original corpses still lay rotting on the ground.

High upon that massive heart, one head remained perfectly still.

Zhao Feimeng!

She stared out at the chaotic war and the spreading terror with eyes that were hollow and lifeless.

"I don't care if they are men or ghosts! If we could kill them once, we can kill them again!"

Li Xinnian fought down the dread rising in his chest, his voice booming across the lines.

"Keep fighting! Kill them all!!!"

...

"Run! You can't win this!!!"

The giant heart continued its steady thumping.

Zhao Qingguang fell to his knees before the organ in utter hopelessness.

Behind him, the Old Ancestor’s heart continued to tear open, birthing more and more clansmen.

The red light reflecting off Zhao Qingguang was a mirror of the despair drowning his soul.

One hundred and sixty thousand years ago, they had faced defeat.

The Old Ancestor had repelled the Devils, but he hadn't perished!

He remembered it all now. Every detail came rushing back!

On that fateful day, the Old Ancestor had looked upon the piles of his fallen kin.

It was the Old Ancestor’s darkest moment.

Zhao Qingguang was among the few who survived. Yet, following that grief, the Old Ancestor had begun to laugh like a madman.

He had declared, "I have returned from death once! My heart, my blood... I can save them! Hahaha, I can bring them back!"

He had seen the Old Ancestor perform the Rite of Dissolution on his own heart, breaking down his physical form and merging his soul with the organ.

The heart grew larger day by day, eventually absorbing every deceased clansman into itself.

Zhao Qingguang had assumed the Old Ancestor had lost his mind.

But the following day, the heart had burst open just as it did now, and his dead relatives crawled out, looking dazed but alive.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The world assumed the Zhao Clan was wiped out, but they persisted; their people lived on.

The Old Ancestor became the clan's darkest secret, and these deathless people became the "Immortal Zhao Clan."

However... the peace was short-lived.

The Old Ancestor desired to regain his human shape and lead the family to glory once more.

But how could those who had tasted resurrection agree to that?

As long as the Old Ancestor remained in this state, they were effectively immortal—they could simply be reborn.

Furthermore... Zhao Buqun had unraveled a secret: by being reborn through the Old Ancestor’s heart, a person could emerge as a newborn, with their lifespan fully restored!

By starting their Cultivation over, they could grow even stronger and surpass their previous limits.

Eventually, through the passage of time, they could all reach the Integration Realm together.

With enough time, every single member had the potential to achieve the Void Refining stage; they were a race without the fear of death!

The only price for this eternity was the consumption of the Destiny of others.

So, they imprisoned the Old Ancestor.

From that point on, the world knew of an "Immortal Zhao Clan," while the Zhao family kept an eternally beating heart!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" The heart pulsed once more.

Zhao Qingguang could hear it; the Old Ancestor was crying out in agony, labeling them all as monsters!

"Beasts! You are all beasts!!!"

With tears blurring his vision, Zhao Qingguang stared with hatred at Zhao Feimeng, who sat atop the Old Ancestor’s heart.

That woman had physically fused with the heart; she was the one keeping him bound.

Whenever the clan required resurrection, she used her arts to manipulate the Old Ancestor, making him relive the trauma of the clan’s destruction by the Devils, thus tricking him into wanting to save his progeny!

Zhao Qingguang was filled with remorse.

He was reborn over and over, remembering the past each time, only to be killed repeatedly by these monsters.

"I’ll kill you! I’ll kill every last one of you!!!"

Gripping a long spear and burning with the power of the Peak Divinity Transformation realm, Zhao Qingguang lunged toward the heart, aiming for Zhao Feimeng as her upper body emerged from the surface!

The stunningly beautiful woman opened her eyes and slowly reached out a hand.

In an instant, Zhao Qingguang was frozen in the air, his gaze becoming empty and dull.

Zhao Feimeng, the youngest of the Zhao Clan Elders!

Her mastery lay in the manipulation of hearts and the weaving of illusions!

She gazed at Zhao Qingguang with a soft, mocking smile.

"Qingguang, oh Qingguang, why do you fight it?

The Old Ancestor is our protector.

You should embrace his blessing, not fight against it.

When will you finally understand?

This form of the Old Ancestor is the one we worship as our true god."