Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 831 - 826: Blood Food
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Thump! Thump!
The rhythm of a beating heart echoed as a crimson glow flared like an uncontrollable wildfire.
Each pulse of that heart radiated the suffocating, majestic pressure of the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor!
Coated in a repulsive layer of slime, the nauseating organ throbbed without pause.
It felt as if some gargantuan, nightmare creature was preparing to tear its way out from the center.
The crushing weight of the aura intensified with every rhythmic contraction.
Lifted by this dread-inducing power, the corpses of the previously fallen Zhao kin began to drift into the air.
Within moments, the heart was surrounded by the floating remains of millions of Zhao clansmen!
"Flee! We are nothing but his food! We have been dead this entire time! Hahaha!"
Screams of agony filled the air.
Pure hopelessness took hold.
The Zhao Clan descendants, pulled back from death by the Old Ancestor’s heart, resembled wretched spirits wandering into a realm of bloody torment.
They were utterly stranded and without hope.
The grim reality exposed by Zhao Qingguang and Zhao Feimeng had cast them into an abyss of true despair.
With frantic movements, they clawed at the earth, desperate to get away from the heart’s influence.
Their retreat was nothing but a panicked, chaotic scramble.
However, even this primal flight fueled by terror could not clear the confusion clouding their minds.
For one hundred and sixty thousand years they had existed, trapped in a cycle of perpetual death and rebirth.
Following every resurrection, they would engage in Cultivation based on instinctual memory, growing more powerful with each iteration.
This long history of one hundred and sixty thousand years had been their greatest pride; they believed they held a legacy unrivaled by any other.
But...
"What is the purpose of our lives? Feimeng, why did you force us to exist like this?! Why?!!!"
The heart began to rupture.
Fairy Bai collapsed onto the ground.
Closer to the heart, those with weaker Cultivation bases who had only just been revived found it impossible to withstand the Old Ancestor’s overwhelming might.
They were pulled into the sky, their life force steadily being siphoned away.
Even Fairy Bai began to feel the pull of that relentless suction.
With a face contorted in agony, she dug her nails into the dirt, crawling frantically to escape the Old Ancestor’s reach.
It wasn't a lack of power that hindered her; rather, it was a deep, instinctive sense of loathing that paralyzed her soul.
Blood-red tears streamed from her wide, horrified eyes.
At this moment, her Dao Heart, forged over one hundred and sixty thousand years, shattered alongside the final remnants of her morality.
Those sixteen millennia were a complete deception.
Her family was a deception.
Even the Old Ancestor... was nothing but a lie!
They had perished countless times, under the delusion that they were eternal.
In reality, every revival was a fresh start; even the memories they cherished were merely artificial constructs implanted by Zhao Feimeng.
In a heartbeat, the prestige of those one hundred and sixty thousand years vanished like a bubble pricked by a needle.
"Return to the world of the living!
Construct a Divine Heart to crush the Integration Realm!
Under the vast heavens, none shall oppose me!"
"The Great Dao is within my grasp! The Great Dao is mine! Hahaha!"
The Old Ancestor roared in a state of manic euphoria as the massive heart pulsed violently.
"Shut up! I won't listen! You are a monster!"
Fairy Bai fought harder to distance herself from the site.
Behind her, a multitude of Zhao descendants continued to struggle, clawing their way forward.
"Who am I? If I am already dead, then who is this person?!!"
Fairy Bai’s answer arrived shortly.
As the suffocating pressure and the Zhao bloodline pulled the survivors backward, a brilliant crimson light from the heart swallowed the world.
Yet, through the wailing and the misery of the Zhao clan, a group of figures moved forward.
"Step! Step! Step!"
Fairy Bai looked up.
Emerging from a shroud of dark fog was the Li Family Old Ancestor!
He stood at the forefront of his kin, the black mist swirling around him like heavy robes caught in a storm as he resisted the crushing pressure.
The Li clansmen, who had been locked in mortal combat with the Zhao clan just minutes before, now stood tall with focused expressions, staring up at the mountain-sized heart of the Zhao Old Ancestor.
Fairy Bai was struck by a sense of profound confusion.
A deep ache in her chest told her that this very scene was what she had yearned for during the Zhao Clan's long history.
A true Old Ancestor to guide them, and a family that stood united against any threat.
Instead, the bitter truth was that she and her kin were groveling in the dirt, trying to avoid being devoured by their own patriarch!
As the Li family marched onward, Fairy Bai watched them with a vacant stare.
Suddenly, a figure within the Li ranks came to a halt.
Fairy Bai recognized the woman—it was Li Yaowen of the Li Clan!
Li Yaowen tilted Fairy Bai’s chin upward.
Her eyes were clear and her voice carried a haunting, magnetic purity.
"You are merely Blood Food—recycled over and over, crafted from Destiny.
But tell me... why do none of you fight back?"
Why not fight back...
Li Yaowen slowly stood and continued her walk.
Left in a trance, Fairy Bai stopped her attempts to crawl away.
She turned her head slowly, looking first at the departing backs of the Li family, and then at her own relatives who were still fleeing in a state of terror.
Why not fight back...
"There is no meaning to my life.
My death happened a long time ago.
What is the use of resisting... there is no point..."
"Hahaha!"
"Our lives are worthless! We are just Blood Food! Our very existence is a void! It’s all a lie! A complete lie!!!"