Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 834 - 829: Our Lives Have Meaning

Within this crimson territory, the Old Tree thrashed with wild abandon—its foliage had fully returned!

After the passing of countless years, the Li family was once again activating the "Ancestral Spirit Formation." Through the tree's ancient form, they channeled the collective strength of every soul in the Azure Cloud Region!

The Spiritual power of each Li family member began to surge, and one after another, they slowly opened their eyes.

The gnarled branches of the Old Tree hoisted Li Wei upward, sweeping him through the midnight sky until he stood looking down upon the monstrous Heart.

Inside this blood-soaked Immortal Domain, the Qi Luck of Heaven and Earth, which had been plundered from the Duravia Trade Prefecture, was finally being restored to the world of mortals.

High above, the thunder tribulation that had gathered for the Mahayana realm breakthrough began to fade away, until the rumbling of lightning vanished entirely.

Observing the terrified rolling of the countless eyeballs embedded in the Heart below, Li Wei actually felt a flicker of pity for this Zhao Clan Ancestor.

From the very start, he had never felt a shred of concern regarding this Immortal Zhao Clan that feasted upon the world’s Qi Luck.

The reason was simple: long ago, the Li family had been honored with a commendation from the Imperial Capital.

Though the Human Emperor was aged and the world believed the old man had lost his grip on power, the Human Emperor was far from blind.

"Did you honestly believe your pleas for salvation would earn any sympathy from us?"

"Your existence was never a secret." Li Wei felt a fresh wave of Spiritual power flooding his veins.

The last time he had deployed the Ancestral Spirit Formation Diagram was during the battle with Tian Xing; today, his capacity for mana was on an entirely different level.

The Yin-Yang Blood had reinforced his constitution, allowing his body to hold a far greater volume of mana than ever before.

One by one, his relatives opened their eyes as Li Wei sneered.

"When the six elders of the Zhao family returned to the mortal realm, how could you, an Integration Realm cultivator, possibly remain hidden?

The Zhao family’s desperate theft of the Qi Luck of Heaven and Earth was clearly orchestrated for your benefit alone.

In reality, the Human Emperor granted us the right to control Qi Luck a long time ago."

"You have been consuming Qi Luck for more than a century.

Because you are an Integration Realm expert, we were unable to extract that Qi Luck directly from your physical form.

While Zhao Buqun’s formation imprisoned you, it served as a vessel that sealed that stolen Qi Luck within your body."

"Returning from the dead—truly a terrifying feat.

The souls of your progeny had long since vanished, yet they were able to walk this earth once more.

Every bit of this was made possible by nothing other than the power of Qi Luck."

Li Wei’s eyes narrowed into slits.

"You were waiting—waiting until all the Qi Luck was spent to turn your descendants back into flesh and blood.

We were also waiting—waiting for the moment to shatter Zhao Buqun’s formation, and... waiting for you to manifest all of your descendants at once.

The time has come for that Qi Luck to return to the mortal world.

Your heart can no longer harvest Qi Luck, and you have lost the ability to consume the flesh and blood of your kin.

Under such conditions, do you still expect to ascend to the Mahayana realm?"

"No! No! No!!!"

The Heart began to crumble into pieces.

The Zhao Clan Ancestor let out a furious howl as the eyeballs covering the organ began to pop one by one.

From the center of the Heart, an old man emerged, his body as withered and gaunt as a piece of dead wood.

He glared with murderous intent at the Li family members perched atop the massive tree!

The web of veins and arteries extending from his heart started to wither away.

Just as Li Wei had foreseen, he was truly unable to feed upon the life force of his descendants!

"You have destroyed everything."

A freezing, malevolent wind suddenly whipped through the Immortal Domain.

The Zhao Clan Ancestor collapsed weakly into the swamp of gore and meat left behind by the ruined heart.

With shaking hands, he snatched up clumps of flesh from the heart and shoved them into his mouth, gulping them down in a frantic, desperate mess.

It was all for nothing! Completely useless!

That meat no longer contained the Qi Luck of Heaven and Earth.

The bloodline bond that tied it to him had snapped; it was now nothing more than mundane carrion!

Yet right before his eyes, that Old Tree, the Coffin, and the Li clan descendants were still feasting upon the banquet he had spent so much effort to prepare!

"You have ruined me!!!"

"For one hundred and sixty thousand years... For one hundred and sixty thousand years, I endured that hideous form!

For one hundred and sixty thousand years, I was locked away in this tomb!

For one hundred and sixty thousand years, I brought those worthless failures back to life over and over again!

You..."

The Integration Realm Spiritual power surrounding the Zhao Clan Ancestor exploded in a frenzy, scattering gore through the air.

He screamed at the Li family, "You have ruined me! But you forget—I am still an Integration Realm master! Wiping you out would be as easy as stepping on ants!!!"

When the fury of an Integration cultivator is unleashed, the heavens and earth shudder!

Even the Li family members, who were collectively bearing the weight of the Spiritual power, felt their expressions darken. They immediately summoned their own Spiritual power to shield themselves from the suffocating pressure of an Integration Realm expert.

The dark mist swirling around Li Wei was blown backward by the sheer force of the pressure.

He simply shook his head.

"You have wasted so much energy trying to revive your kin that even I can tell you are a hollow shell. You are strong only in appearance.

Whether we are truly ants or not, you will realize the truth soon enough.

But before that, there is someone who desires to settle their debt with you even more than we do."

"What???"

The Zhao Clan Ancestor scanned his surroundings in bewilderment.

The Immortal Domain was a wasteland of blood and flesh.

Step... step...

From within the mire of gore, hunched figures that looked like vengeful spirits began to surround the Zhao Clan Ancestor.

Their eyes were stained crimson, and their hatred reached the very heavens!

The figures grew clearer and more defined.

They approached from every direction in massive, suffocating crowds—the Zhao clansmen!!!

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

These roars echoed like waves across the Immortal Domain, followed by a suicidal charge that ignored the concept of death!

The Zhao Clan Ancestor began to shake violently.

"I am your Old Ancestor! You are merely blood sacrifices—how dare you?!!"

...

"Why don't you fight back?"

Why...

Why?!!

The voice of Li Yaowen resonated within their consciousness.

"Kill him!"

The six elders of the Zhao Clan rose into the sky, their bodies drenched in fresh blood.

Zhao Feimeng looked down at the earth with a vacant expression, watching her kin throw themselves forward to slay their "Old Ancestor."

Even she didn't fully grasp why—knowing she was already a ghost and that her family was already dead—she had still chosen to seal the Old Ancestor.

She didn't understand why she had been so obsessed with strengthening her clansmen, making them prosper so they could stay by her side for eternity.

"We are already gone; we are no longer who we were. What is the point of our existence?"

Zhao Feimeng looked toward her five companions with a hollow gaze.

All six of them were drowning in confusion.

However, as they looked down at the ground where their clansmen were charging the Old Ancestor with total disregard for their lives, they suddenly broke into smiles.

One hundred and sixty thousand years—a truly staggering amount of time.

Guided only by instinct, they had tirelessly worked to empower the clan.

Driven by the deepest impulses etched into their very bones, they had fought for the family's sake by any means necessary.

"Our lives have meaning.

That meaning is found in the fact that we are still fighting for our clan.

One hundred and sixty thousand years ago, we couldn't agree on whether to seal the Old Ancestor.

So this time..."

Zhao Feimeng reached out and pulled Zhao Qingguang, who was still sobbing on the ground, up into the clouds.

The six Zhao elders looked at this youth—the only one whose soul remained whole—and let out a collective, heavy sigh.

"A bloodline still remains. We have one bloodline left."

Fairy Bai gently patted Zhao Qingguang’s head.

She finally understood why she had unconsciously insisted on making Zhao Qingguang the Clan Head.

Even Zhao Jingmiao frowned; usually, his nature would lead him to execute anyone who defied him, even his own family.

Yet, when Zhao Qingguang had tried to protect the children of the Xianhe lineage, he had still allowed the boy to live.

The signs had been there all along.

It was because only Zhao Qingguang could be considered a true member of the Zhao clan; despite dying repeatedly, his soul had never fractured.

"Ancestors, Qingguang has failed you. Qingguang was wrong, Qingguang was wrong!"

Zhao Qingguang kowtowed over and over, his weeping never-ending.

"Sigh." Zhao Buqun pulled Zhao Qingguang to his feet.

Then, the six of them shook their heads and looked toward the horizon.

In the distance stood the colossal ancient tree.

Its limbs held the members of the Li clan high in the air.

The Li clansmen seemed to feel the weight of their gaze and looked back at them.

In that instant, a sharp pang of envy flared in the hearts of the six Zhao elders.

Though they had lost the memories of what happened one hundred and sixty thousand years ago, they must have been just like these Li clansmen when the Great Demons arrived—standing as one to face a terrifying foe.

Perhaps they, too, had once been united in soul and strength, charging toward a bright future together.

"This humble one shamelessly begs the Li family to help my Zhao clan just this once.

I implore you all to let Qingguang live."

"The bloodline of my Zhao clan should not be allowed to vanish into nothingness."

Realizing what was about to happen, tears poured down Zhao Qingguang’s cheeks.

"Ancestors! Ancestors!!!"

The members of the Li family continued to watch with furrowed brows.

The six Zhao elders could no longer wait for a response from the Li family.

Harnessing their Spiritual power, they threw Zhao Qingguang out of the Immortal Domain.

Seeing that the Li family did not strike him down, they all exhaled in relief.

Then, the six of them looked at one another and let out a burst of defiant laughter.

Alongside the masses of clansmen marching toward their end, they charged at the Zhao Clan Ancestor!

"Our lives have meaning!"

"We are still alive! We strike down the enemy together, and together we move toward the future of our family!"

"And together, we shall fall!"

Kill!

The six Zhao elders surged forward into the fray with their kin.

The Li family watched the scene in total silence, yet they could not help but feel their own hearts stir.

These Zhao clansmen had existed for one hundred and sixty thousand years within the deceptions of the Heart.

They were new souls, entities that technically had no place in this world.

Yet, at this very moment.

They were whole.

They were the true members of the Immortal Zhao Clan!