Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 825 - 820: Immortal Zhao Clan

"Kill them!"

Li Dalong was no stranger to the horrors of the Underworld.

Having traversed that realm of endless slaughter and conflict, he believed he had seen every possible atrocity.

Nevertheless, the scene unfolding before him was far more stomach-churning than anything the Underworld could offer!

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

From within that massive, crimson-glowing heart, the reborn members of the Zhao Clan—each a cultivator possessing strength at the Nascent Soul realm or higher—began to force their way out.

Their heads emerged from the organ like horrific newborns, faces and hair matted with thick, dark blood.

Swaying atop the surface of the giant heart, their heads looked like the fuzzy seeds of a dandelion shivering in a breeze.

The wet sounds of squelching fluid and ripping flesh resonated throughout the cavern.

Coated in viscous slime, these resurrected figures clawed through the muscle of the heart.

They groaned as they braced blood-stained hands against the surface, dragging their heavy bodies out from the interior.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

"Riiip! Drip... drop!"

The rhythmic pulsing of the heart, the sound of tearing meat, and the steady patter of blood hitting the floor created a gruesome symphony.

Combined with the moans and triumphant cries of the reviving Zhao clansmen, this was the depiction of a true Underworld!

"Run! Save yourselves!"

Bathed in the eerie red glow, three Zhao Clan Elders wore twisted expressions, looking down with mockery at their terrified foes.

These ignorant members of the Li family lacked any understanding of the Immortal Zhao Clan’s ultimate trump card!

Zhao Qingguang bellowed in a mix of fear and fury, "Flee! Deliver word to the Human Emperor! Inform the Grand Preceptor and the Imperial Preceptor!"

Zhao Qingguang’s screams were frantic.

However, the grand struggle resumed.

With a deafening roar, the underground chamber began to cave in.

The Zhao clansmen, pulling themselves free from the heart, launched an immediate assault on the Li family without a single word of warning.

Lacking any artifacts and dripping with mucus, they charged into the fray in their naked, raw state to kill.

...

"BOOM!"

The violent explosion caused every warrior across the Immortal Domain battlefield—from both the Zhao Clan and the Azure Cloud Prefecture—to halt their blades and stare toward the center of the Zhao Clan Blessed Land.

"What is that thing?!!"

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

A heart—an enormous, titanic heart—was swelling, expanding until it reached a height of a thousand meters!

The organ was constantly rupturing, and shadow after shadow crawled out from its depths to rejoin the war.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The thunderous heartbeat echoed across the entire field of battle.

The tide of the Immortal Domain conflict, which had previously been a total rout in their favor, shifted once more, leaving Li Xinnian’s complexion ashen.

He watched with his own eyes as a Zhao Clan member, whom he had seen die moments ago, returned to the world of the living—completely naked!

"Impossible... this cannot be!"

Those Zhao members reborn from the heart plunged into the combat with fanatical zeal.

They laughed hideously and cheered, appearing to mock the forces of the Azure Cloud Prefecture for their utter ignorance regarding the Zhao Clan.

The hearts of the Azure Cloud Prefecture soldiers raced with dread at this supernatural sight.

That mysterious heart and the rising Zhao dead were beyond their wildest nightmares.

Even the surviving members of the Immortal Zhao Clan on the field stood paralyzed.

They could not fathom why their fallen brothers had returned to the fight, especially when... their original corpses still lay cold upon the earth.

Atop that massive heart, one head remained perfectly still.

Zhao Feimeng!

She stared at the chaotic war and the spreading panic with eyes that were hollow and vacant.

"Whether they are ghosts or men, if we slew them once, we can slay them again!"

Li Xinnian fought down the rising tide of horror in his soul, his voice booming over the battlefield.

"Keep moving! Kill them all!!!"

...

"Run! You cannot win!!!"

The titanic heart continued its steady pulse.

Zhao Qingguang fell to his knees before the organ in total despair.

Behind him, the Old Ancestor’s heart continued to tear open as more clansmen crawled out.

The red light enveloping Zhao Qingguang was a mirror of the hopelessness drowning him.

One hundred and sixty thousand years ago, they had been crushed.

The Old Ancestor had repelled the Devils, but he had not perished!

Zhao Qingguang remembered now. Every detail returned to him!

On that fateful day, the Old Ancestor had looked upon the corpses of his family one by one.

It was the Old Ancestor’s moment of ultimate grief.

Zhao Qingguang was among the few who survived. However, following that despair, 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 save them!"

He had been a witness as the Old Ancestor performed the Rite of Dissolution on his own heart, breaking down his physical form and merging his very soul into the organ.

That heart had expanded inch by inch until it had pulled every deceased clansman into itself.

Zhao Qingguang believed the Old Ancestor had lost his mind.

But the following day, the heart had split open just as it was doing now, and the dead had emerged, confused 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 the deathless people became the "Immortal Zhao Clan."

Yet... 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 been resurrected agree to that?

With the Old Ancestor in this state, they were immune to death—they could simply be reborn.

Furthermore... Zhao Buqun stumbled upon a secret: by being reborn through the Old Ancestor’s heart, one could return as a infant with a completely refreshed lifespan!

By beginning their Cultivation anew, they could achieve even greater heights, shattering their previous limits.

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

As the years passed, every single member had the chance to attain the Void Refining stage; death held no sway over them!

The only cost for this immortality was the consumption of the Destiny of others.

They chose to seal the Old Ancestor.

From that day forward, the world saw an "Immortal Zhao Clan," while the Zhao Clan possessed a heart that beat forever!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" The heart pulsed again.

Zhao Qingguang could hear it; the Old Ancestor was crying out in agony, cursing his descendants as monsters!

"Beasts! You are all beasts!!!"

With tears falling from his eyes, Zhao Qingguang glared with hatred at Zhao Feimeng atop the Old Ancestor’s heart.

That woman was fused to the Old Ancestor’s heart; she was the anchor of the seal.

Whenever the family required resurrection, she used her arts to manipulate the Old Ancestor, forcing him to dream of the day the Devils slaughtered the Zhao Clan, thus tricking him into willingly reviving his children!

Zhao Qingguang was filled with remorse.

Time and again he was reborn, time and again the memories returned, and time and again he was slaughtered by these monsters.

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

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

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

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

Zhao Feimeng, the youngest among 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 struggle so?

The Old Ancestor provides sanctuary for us all.

You should embrace his mercy, not fight it.

When will you finally understand?

In this form, the Old Ancestor is the one we worship as our true deity."