Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 837 - 832: Suppressing The Integration Realm Zhao Clan Ancestor

Emerging from the haze of a long and brutal struggle, Li Wei shifted his focus back to the battlefield displayed on his monitor.

He observed that his family members and the Azure Cloud Prefecture cultivators had established a rhythmic offensive, organizing themselves into nine distinct units to systematically suppress the Zhao Clan Ancestor.

The opponent was, after all, an Integration Realm titan whose very essence had fused with the void of space.

Despite his severely weakened state, it was unlikely that they could extinguish his life in less than several days.

"It appears my direct involvement in the combat is no longer required."

Li Wei exhaled a long, weary breath.

A complicated smile touched his lips as he watched his descendants and kin fighting in unison.

[Special Event — Suppressing the Integration Realm Zhao Clan Ancestor]

[The spirits of the Immortal Zhao Clan, realizing they had long since perished and refusing to be consumed as mere nourishment for their Ancestor, chose to give their lives in defiance. Their sacrifice was intended to ensure that the sole Zhao descendant with an intact soul might survive to carry on their lineage.

They have revealed the Zhao Clan Ancestor’s critical vulnerability to your family.

Your clansmen and the fellow Daoists of the Azure Cloud Prefecture are currently collaborating to subdue the Zhao Clan Ancestor.]

The gruesome landscape of gore within the Immortal Domain persisted.

With the Great Formation shattered, a blanket of snow began to descend upon the Immortal Domain.

While the remains of powerful cultivators resisted the freezing temperatures, the flesh and blood of those below the Foundation Establishment realm began to turn to ice.

The ground was littered with translucent, crystal-like remains and frozen chunks of meat that still pulsed with lingering spiritual Qi.

High above, the fierce struggle continued as the Li family and the Azure Cloud Prefecture warriors worked to pin down the Zhao Clan Ancestor.

On the digital map of the [Immortal Domain], only white markers remained, signifying the presence of [Friendly Forces] from the Azure Cloud Prefecture.

While the family Elders remained locked in the high-level confrontation, the younger generation—including Li Xinnian, Nangong Qingya, Su Chen, and Li Zhiheng—were not yet powerful enough to join a battle against an Integration cultivator.

Instead, they took charge of clearing the remains of the battlefield.

[Your descendant Li Xinnian asks you how Zhao Qingguang should be handled.]

Li Wei decided to delegate this heavy responsibility to Li Zhiheng and the gathered cultivators of the Azure Cloud Prefecture.

Since Li Qiukong, a member of Li Zhiheng’s branch, had perished because of the Zhao clan, only Zhiheng held the right to determine the fate of the final Zhao survivor.

...

"Cousin, look! Your spirit tablet is glowing!"

As Li Zhiheng’s ancestral tablet began to shimmer, Li Zhijing, who had traveled from the Northern Region, watched with a face full of longing.

She gripped the spirit tablet hanging from her neck and pouted slightly.

"I wish my tablet would glow like that. If it did, I could take Father to pay his respects to the Old Ancestor."

Li Zhijing had never truly understood the sheer scale of the Main Family's power.

However, during these three months of relentless war, she had watched the family lead the entire Azure Cloud Prefecture to dismantle the Zhao clan, revealing one overwhelming trump card after another.

She had seen combat against the Demon Race in the Northern Region, but compared to the devastation in the Immortal Domain, those battles felt like minor border skirmishes.

"Hehe, I'm part of a truly great clan now. I won't just be a big deal in Northern Region City—I could probably walk through the Imperial Capital without anyone daring to stop me, hmph!"

As she whispered to herself, she noticed that her cousin Zhiheng and the others of the Immortal Martial lineage remained deathly quiet.

Li Zhijing scratched her head in confusion.

The cultivators of the Immortal Martial lineage were quite different from her Demon Suppressing lineage; they were stoic and rarely indulged in idle chatter.

If you asked them for the location of a beast fighting arena or a gambling den after a victory, they would be clueless—their world revolved entirely around cultivation.

She quickly asked, "Cousin, what instructions did the Old Ancestor give?"

"The fate of the Zhao clansman has been left in our hands."

Li Zhiheng began walking toward Zhao Qingguang, followed by his kin.

As they drew near, they found Zhao Qingguang digging through the frozen earth for shards of blood and flesh, painstakingly carving the names of his fallen clansmen into them.

The members of the Immortal Martial lineage watched the scene with conflicted hearts.

During the conflict, their lineage had been tasked with guarding the perimeter, but they were well aware of the tragedies that had unfolded within the heart of the Immortal Domain.

They had also seen the haunting sight of the Immortal Zhao Clan throwing themselves at the Zhao Clan Ancestor, embracing death without hesitation.

Sensing the approach of the Li family, Zhao Qingguang did not stop his work or even look up.

He continued to carve names into the frozen gore with silent focus.

His voice sounded as hollow and bitter as the freezing wind of the domain.

"That Heart was never a blessing from the Heavens for the Old Ancestor; it was a blight.

Perhaps the moment the Old Ancestor started consuming the Qi Luck of others, the wheels of karma began to turn, and our clan was doomed to this end."

"The truth is, we were all consumed by greed.

We feasted on the Qi Luck that the Heart pilfered.

The Old Ancestor required us to harvest the Qi Luck of others for his sake.

Eventually, the Great Demons arrived... but sadly, the slaughter of our clan was only the beginning."

"The Old Ancestor believed he was acting out of love, going to impossible lengths to bring us back.

But he changed the moment he tasted the blood and flesh of his own children.

Or maybe, he never viewed descendants who had lost their souls as real family to begin with.

Our kin changed too; they had the power to kill the Old Ancestor, yet they focused only on how to use him.

We were fractured from the start."

The biting wind lashed against them.

Even Li Wei, watching from the safety of his screen, felt a shiver of dread.

Zhao Qingguang’s face was a mask of numbness.

"You call them monsters, but have I been any better?

I knew for a long time that they were already dead, yet I kept the truth hidden, watching as the Old Ancestor fed on our family's flesh.

They were gone, yet I was paralyzed by indecision.

I could have freed the Old Ancestor long ago, but I was terrified—terrified that he would devour me as well.

So I just stood there and let them seal him away."

"My greed is bottomless; it is a stain woven into the very blood of the Zhao clan.

Li Zhiheng, I have no control over myself."

Clang!

Li Zhijing suddenly drew her longsword from its sheath.

The young woman’s brow was furrowed in anger, but before she could strike, Li Zhiheng reached out and forced the blade back into its scabbard.

Li Zhijing’s dark eyebrows shot up in frustration. "Cousin, this man is..."

Li Zhiheng simply shook his head.

"He is seeking death.

With the Immortal Zhao Clan gone, his will to live has vanished entirely.

Remaining alive is a constant torment for him. However, he cannot bring himself to commit suicide.

Those Zhao clansmen gave their lives one by one just so he could live.

If he were to take his own life now, it would be the ultimate act of betrayal and impiety."

After speaking, Li Zhiheng turned his back and led his people away.

Seeing Li Zhiheng depart, Zhao Qingguang spun around.

The numbness was replaced by raw agony as tears poured down his face, and he screamed,

"Kill me! Your Li Qiukong was murdered by my kin—slaughter me and have your vengeance! Kill me! Kill me..."

His cries eventually lost their strength, fading into the howling wind and falling snow.

The warriors of the Immortal Martial lineage marched on in silence.

Li Zhijing grabbed her cousin's sleeve, her eyes wide with suspicion.

"Cousin, what if he’s just acting? I’ve seen it in the Northern Region; outsiders are cunning—truly wicked. They’ll play any part just to stay alive."

"The eyes of the Azure Cloud Prefecture are upon us. Executing him now would be a breach of our word, and it would tarnish the family’s honor."

Li Zhiheng gave a small smile. "If the Immortal Zhao Clan ever brings even a hint of disaster to this world in the future, I, Li Zhiheng, will personally hunt down every last one of them."

Hearing this, the members of the Immortal Martial lineage finally broke their silence with smiles of approval.