Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 832 - 827: Are You... Afraid?

"Scrumptious... the meat on your bones is absolutely divine! This is the flavor of my own lineage!"

"Hahaha!"

The heart contorted into a hideous shape, its crimson veins stretching out to occupy nearly the entire territory of the Immortal Zhao Clan.

The Zhao Clan Old Ancestor was consumed by a manic euphoria.

One hundred and sixty millennia ago, he had utilized this very heart to incessantly siphon the destinies of others.

Ultimately, however, the Devils had unmasked his machinations.

Confronted with the total slaughter of his kin, and in an attempt to preserve these descendants, he had reshaped his essence into a heart, employing his own lifeblood to keep them alive.

His primary descendants had perished long ago, yet his bloodline still pulsed through these miserable wretches.

And throughout the vast passage of time, they had actually presumed to forget his very existence!

That was until the day a descendant perished and was absorbed into the mass of his "heart."

At that moment, fueled by bitter resentment, he had first tasted the flesh and blood of his own offspring!

"I shall consume every last one of you! Hahaha! The most exquisite flavor in existence!"

"I am the one who grants you life, and I can grant you death! You have never been anything more than extensions of my own physical form!!!"

The web of blood vessels within the Immortal Domain thickened further.

The erupting spiritual power pushed the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor deeper into his madness.

Just a bit more... just a fraction more, and every sacrifice he made would be compensated.

He would attain the Mahayana Realm!

"Just a little further..."

Squelch!

A long spear, vibrating with the spiritual power of the Void Refining Realm, slammed through from one side to the other, causing the gargantuan heart to stall for a fleeting moment.

He spotted them!

A group of idiots, possessing the audacity to invade his domain.

It was the Li Family Old Ancestor, enveloped in a dark fog!

"It is you? Hahaha! You actually have the nerve to return here?!!"

"I truly must thank you. I am grateful to you for freeing me from the seal placed by these treacherous descendants."

"I shall grant you a reward!!!"

However, the jubilant cries of the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor vibrating from the heart died out instantly.

The silhouette within the black mist stood firm before his kin.

Though his features were hidden, he nonchalantly snatched the returning Divine Spear with his left hand, while his right hand casually scratched at his ear.

"Noisy pest. Does a piece of garbage like you truly believe you are in a position to grant rewards to us?"

The massive heart remained still for a heartbeat.

Then, the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor exploded with a rage that reached the heavens.

The heart writhed with renewed violence, its scarlet veins lashing out frantically as spiritual power belonging to the Integration Realm surged forth!

"You dare to insult this Old Ancestor?!!"

The Zhao Clan Old Ancestor was livid.

He stood at the threshold of the Mahayana Realm; he was fated to be the ultimate sovereign of this world!

These members of the Li clan ought to be crawling in the dirt beneath his overwhelming might!

Given his high spirits and the service they provided by ending his confinement, they should have been pleading to serve as his hounds, feeding him with Destiny for all eternity!

How could they... how did they dare?!!

...

The heart was incensed.

Throughout his entire life, Li Wei had never encountered such a revolting sight.

It was a heart standing a thousand meters tall, reaching toward the firmament.

As the organ pulsed, eyeballs began to sprout one by one from the jagged scars where the revived Zhao clansmen had previously burst out.

Before long, the entirety of the colossal heart was carpeted in a thick layer of eyes.

Those pupils locked onto Li Wei and his family members, seemingly burning with fury at his mocking words.

They were encircled in every direction by the network of pulsing vessels, while the Li family held their ground, staring up at this "Zhao Clan Old Ancestor."

The Zhao Clan Old Ancestor was still relishing the banquet he had spent one hundred and sixty thousand years preparing.

Blood thundered through the giant vessels, and the heavy pressure of the Integration Realm—mingled with the stomach-turning scent of carnage—transformed the entire Immortal Domain into a spiritual swamp.

Thunder had already started to crackle in the heavens above.

The remains of the Zhao clansmen, who had been brought back to life only to be butchered again, acted as the fuel required for the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor to ascend to the Mahayana Realm.

But setting aside the Mahayana Realm...

Even the crushing weight of the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor’s current Integration Realm cultivation was enough to make movement nearly impossible for the Li family, even at a distance of ten thousand meters.

Outside the borders of the Immortal Domain.

The cultivators traveling from the Azure Cloud Prefecture watched the unfolding chaos with faces drained of all color.

"Boom! Boom!"

Lightning bolts were already forming in the sky.

The heavy clouds overhead were stained a deep crimson, lit by the rhythmic, bloody flashes of the terrifying, eye-ridden Zhao Clan Old Ancestor below.

As for the surviving Zhao members, those who weren't being impaled by red vessels—looking like giant human veins—and pulled into the air to hang like dead leaves were fleeing like panicked spirits trying to escape a blood-soaked purgatory.

The suffocating aura of an Integration Realm cultivator breaking through to the Mahayana Realm was overwhelming, even from such a vast distance.

The odor of the Zhao clan’s blood was gut-wrenching.

"How can this be happening? How can his power be so immense..."

Li Xinnian was exerting his entire spiritual power just to stay upright.

The shockwave from the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor’s recent outburst had tossed him aside, leaving him looking sickly.

"Thump... Thump..."

The rhythmic thud of the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor’s heartbeat sounded like a death knell for the entire Azure Cloud Prefecture—a final countdown for everyone present.

Many were already turning to flee; it was the only logical thing to do.

Before an entity on the cusp of the Mahayana Realm, they were nothing more than trivial insects.

"Xinnian, should we make our escape?"

Su Chen materialized at Li Xinnian’s side, his hands balled into tight fists and his gaze burning with bitter annoyance.

They had already crushed the progenitors of the Zhao clan, yet the hidden depth of the Immortal Zhao Clan surpassed his wildest guesses.

The Integration Realm was a peak he had once struggled desperately to reach, but a being at the Mahayana Realm?

In his eyes, that was equivalent to a god!

But Li Xinnian shook his head in refusal.

He scanned the area; not a single soul from the Azure Cloud Region had turned back.

They all stood staring from afar at that seemingly invincible, mountain-sized heart.

The two brothers-in-arms looked at one another, exhaled deeply, and then, quite suddenly, shared a smile of total acceptance.

"The Old Ancestor of our house told us to leave everything to them," Li Xinnian remarked.

"And they are right there, standing inside the Immortal Domain."

The crushing pressure of the heart continued to intensify.

Suddenly, everyone’s eyes narrowed.

In front of that massive heart, a fresh red glow manifested.

This light made the already gore-stained atmosphere of the Immortal Domain look even more haunting—the two shades of red were fighting for control!

"Boom! Boom!"

The ground began to vibrate. Outside the Immortal Domain, their faces bathed in the blood-red light, a root appeared before the eyes of every person from the Azure Cloud Region.

As if moved by a divine force, they reached out and took hold of the roots of the Old Tree.

Within the Immortal Domain, the Old Tree had surged to a height of a thousand meters.

Its limbs drove into the spines of the Li family elders one by one, lifting them high into the air!

Li Xinnian, Su Chen, and every cultivator from the Azure Cloud Prefecture clutching a root squinted their eyes.

From within the wood of the roots, the voices of the Li family were heard.

"Are you... afraid?"

Everyone looked toward that monstrous heart, at the swarm of blinking eyeballs, and felt the increasingly deranged pressure of the Integration Realm.

Are we afraid?

Afraid of that disgusting piece of filth?!

Their spiritual power was drawn into the roots.

The fierce wind of the crimson night blew through the robes of the Azure Cloud people, exposing the character "Li" branded upon their skin!

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