Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 835 - 830: Final Battle

Under the vast, starlit sky, the surviving members of the Immortal Zhao Clan launched a desperate charge toward their own Zhao Clan Ancestor.

Even though the soul-crushing realization that they were "already dead" had caused their spirits to collapse, the orders of the six clan elders drove them forward. They chose to embrace their final destruction amidst a sea of despair.

The inhabitants of the Azure Cloud Region watched the events unfolding within the Immortal Domain in absolute silence and shock.

The very enemies they had clashed with for nearly two centuries—the formidable Immortal Zhao Clan—had been transformed into the most brilliant fireworks within this gruesome slaughterhouse of bone and spirit.

"You have all lost your minds! I am your Old Ancestor!"

From the center of the Immortal Domain’s meat grinder, the Zhao Clan Ancestor’s screams echoed, saturated with manic fury and disbelief.

Standing before the Old Tree, the Void Refining experts of the Azure Cloud Prefecture—including Supreme Elder Puci, Zhuo Linlin, and the Martial Emperor—alongside a host of Divinity Transformation cultivators, flew forward to gather near the Li family.

This was their first time seeing the Li family’s "Ancestral Spirit Formation" in action.

The Li family members were currently drawing in the Spiritual power of the Azure Cloud people; it was clearly one of the clan's hidden trump cards.

This massive surge of Spiritual power forced the cultivation of every Li family member to the absolute threshold of what their physical vessels could endure.

This was most evident in the Old Ancestor of the Li family; his Void Refining realm Spiritual power had swelled to a level that made the hearts of everyone present tremble with fear.

As a group, they observed the carnage within the Immortal Domain.

No one moved to intervene, instead waiting patiently for the command of the Li Family Old Ancestor.

Power was overflowing.

Li Wei could feel the Spiritual power coursing through his meridians reaching a dangerous breaking point.

Watching the titanic struggle from a distance, a flicker of gravity appeared in his eyes.

"So this is... the Integration Realm?"

By activating the Ancestral Spirit Formation, he had gained access to an incredible reservoir of Spiritual power.

He felt certain that if he faced Zhao Tingyu now, he could use his "One Thought" technique and his collection of Dharma treasures to vanish him with a single spear strike.

However, despite his current strength, his Void Space shuddered under the oppressive weight of the Integration Realm power radiating from the battlefield.

Cultivators at the Integration Realm have fused their physical bodies with space itself; they are essentially a world contained in a single person.

By integrating the laws of their Void Space into their own flesh, they have become the absolute masters of those rules.

The merging of the physical body and the Primordial Spirit grants them Spiritual power that is ten or even a hundred times greater than that of the Void Refining realm.

Because they command the rules of the world, even their most casual strikes can match the destructive force of an Earth-tier technique.

[Zhao Clan Ancestor] [Realm: Peak Integration] [State: Extremely Weak]

The Zhao Clan Ancestor remained terrifyingly potent, even after falling for the trap involving the "Authority of the Human Emperor" and draining his essence to repeatedly resurrect his kin.

The Zhao clansmen threw themselves into the Immortal Domain in endless waves, yet they were obliterated before they could even get close to him.

Fortunately, the Zhao descendants understood their Old Ancestor’s nature perfectly, ensuring he remained trapped within the Immortal Domain despite his attempts to break free.

The Zhao Clan Ancestor wielded mastery over multiple Rules.

With a simple flick of his wrist, rows of immortal herbs manifested out of thin air.

While these plants seemed to overflow with immortal spirit Qi, they were actually deadly; any member of the Zhao clan who touched them was killed instantly.

He also commanded the power of teleportation. Even without focusing on the Dao of Space, his movements were so fast they rivaled Li Wei’s "Heaven, Earth" technique.

From a distance of a kilometer, the Zhao Clan Ancestor simply closed his hand into a fist, and a Divinity Transformation cultivator was instantly erased, body and soul.

Furthermore, those who managed to approach him found their vision blurring and their focus dissolving, leaving them to wait like sheep for the slaughter.

A faint, pale light began to emerge on the horizon as dawn approached.

Very few members of the Zhao clan remained alive.

The six Void Refining elders of the Zhao clan, who had been pinning down the Zhao Clan Ancestor, turned their gaze toward the Li family.

They gave the Li family an expressionless nod, cast a final glance at Zhao Qingguang, and then, with shared smiles, ignited their most powerful techniques.

They pressed on with their fight—a struggle waged after death, or perhaps, the final battle before their ultimate end.

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"Unfilial descendants! You unfilial wretches!!!"

The terrifying energy of the Integration Realm exploded outward.

His withered face twisted into a mask of rage, the Zhao Clan Ancestor clamped his hand around Zhao Feimeng’s throat.

As his Spiritual power began to tear through her body, this girl—whom he viewed as nothing more than livestock—actually stared back at him with a mocking smile, even as life faded from her eyes.

"Bastard! Damnable bastard!"

The Zhao Clan Ancestor stopped hesitating.

He gnashed his teeth, took one final, bitter look at the swamp of blood and gore on the earth, and prepared to fly away.

"One hundred and sixty thousand years... I spent one hundred and sixty thousand years plotting!

The Mahayana realm was right within my reach!

I was on the verge of becoming one of the world's supreme powers; from that moment on, every soul under heaven would have been forced to bow to me!"

The Zhao Clan Ancestor gripped his chest tightly.

Worn down by the constant suicidal attacks of his descendants, his Spiritual power had plummeted to less than five percent of its peak capacity.

His face remained dark and grim.

"There is still a chance.

Though everyone else perishes, I alone remain.

If I could build one Immortal Zhao Clan, I can surely build an Eternal Zhao Clan!

The wheel of karma never stops turning; another era of chaos like this will surely come again!"