Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 758 - 818: The Qi-Seer Zhao Clan

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The pounding of the heart grew more intense and violent as they drew closer to the Zhao Clan’s Blessed Land.

Yaowen’s fingers moved in a continuous blur—weaving complex hand seals as if pulling invisible threads—until a network of structures resembling biological blood vessels materialized before them.

Within the sprawling architectural complex surrounding the Zhao Clan’s Blessed Land, currents of multicolored airflow surged through these "vessels," racing toward the heart of the territory.

This place seemed to contain a terrifying presence, yet it was simultaneously saturated with a desolate aura of fury, despair, and stubborn refusal to yield.

"Do you all sense that? It’s as if a voice is speaking..." Li Yaotie blinked, though his observation did not break the focused silence of his family members.

Behind the group, Zhao Tingyu remained their prisoner.

As that thunderous resonance echoed, he threw his head back and shrieked toward the heavens, "Old Ancestor, return! Old Ancestor, come back!!"

The Li family members made no move to silence Zhao Tingyu’s desperate pleas; they simply continued their silent march forward.

They drew nearer with every step!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The heartbeat’s rhythm became even more massive, vibrating with such force that the entire Zhao Clan Blessed Land seemed to pulse in synchronization with the sound.

Li Wei’s eyes narrowed into slits.

He appeared to grasp the message hidden within that rhythmic thumping.

"Save me... is there anyone who can save me..."

The plea was frantic and filled with urgency!

"The Immortal Zhao Clan endured for one hundred and sixty thousand years, but that era ended when they were slaughtered by that devil."

Li Yaowen brushed her hand against one of the crimson, vein-like conduits; a sudden realization seemed to dawn upon her.

By this time, the party had reached the mouth of a deep, cavernous abyss.

The Immortal Zhao Clan’s heartbeat was vibrating out from the depths of this very cave.

The oppressive pressure radiating from the hole was more powerful than any Cultivation aura they had ever encountered.

As they descended, Li Yaowen’s calm, gentle voice echoed in their ears.

"If we look back to the true beginning, it started two hundred thousand years ago.

In those days, the Dynasty hadn't been founded yet, and the territories of the Azure Dynasty were lost in anarchy.

Humans, Demons, the Wu clan, and Devils lived without borders or laws.

The most formidable Old Ancestor of the Immortal Zhao Clan mastered a Divine Art, which allowed the Immortal Zhao Clan to rise in power step by step..."

Li Yaowen brought her right palm to her lips and exhaled a breath of white mist, causing shimmering clusters of light to drift before the eyes of her kin.

This was information extracted directly from the heart's veins.

"The entity inside... is pleading for our help."

"Save it?" Li Wei’s brow furrowed.

It was true that the family had calculatedly lured the Immortal Zhao Clan to the Duravia Trade Prefecture, a strategy he had fully backed.

In these turbulent times, one either progresses or falls behind; they required more powerful allies—or perhaps, more significant prey.

However, the arrival of the Immortal Zhao Clan, backed by a Foundation built over one hundred and sixty thousand years, had placed a suffocating weight upon Li Wei.

If not for that pressure, a dedicated shut-in like himself would never have dared to leave the safety of the Star Domain.

For more than a century, the family had been probing the Immortal Zhao Clan’s hidden cards, even investigating the very roots of the Zhao lineage.

When the Three Scoundrels discovered that the original members of the Immortal Zhao Clan were somehow still alive, the family’s mood turned even more grim.

This Immortal Zhao Clan held a dark secret—one that granted a lifespan of one hundred and sixty thousand years!

"Yes, save it. That being is... the Old Ancestor of the Immortal Zhao Clan."

Hearing this, Li Wei’s gaze sharpened.

One hundred and sixty thousand years ago, when the Devil struck the Zhao Clan, the family still possessed a cultivator at the Integration Realm.

This was another piece of intelligence gathered by the Three Thieves.

Since the Zhao Clan’s six Void Refining experts were still among the living, it was highly probable that their Integration Realm Old Ancestor still survived as well.

This possibility was exactly why they had ventured here!

Li Wei immediately traded looks with his clansmen.

They exchanged nods and reached out toward the crimson mist Yaowen had produced.

Suddenly, a series of images erupted in their minds like a rapid sequence of visions.

They saw a young man from that ancient, chaotic era scavenging corpses on a battlefield that reached the horizon.

Many others were doing the same across that bloody landscape.

Li Wei recognized the scene instantly; during the family’s war with the Wu clan, many cultivators would pick through the aftermath for leftovers once the battle concluded.

Such actions were treated as stealing war spoils, however, and those caught were usually beaten to death instantly.

This youth was undoubtedly the Old Ancestor of the Zhao Clan.

In the memories shared by the Old Ancestor, the vision lingered on this specific battlefield for a long duration.

The man located the largest impact crater on the field—the spot where the spiritual pressure was most suffocating—and dove into it desperately, discovering a beating, crimson heart.

With the victorious soldiers approaching to clear the field, he ignored the risks.

He gulped the heart down in one go, claiming he was merely a recruit who hadn't taken anything.

Consequently, he was dragged off to a slave camp.

Yet, after consuming that heart, the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor realized he could see the "Qi" flowing from others.

He possessed the ability to... consume that Qi.

From that moment, his Cultivation path became incredibly smooth.

His mediocre talent underwent a radical transformation; he began commanding spirit boats, mastering high-level techniques, and even took a Dao companion as his life reached its zenith.

Only much later did he understand that he was actually devouring the "Destiny" of other people.

Because of this, the spiritual Qi he could draw from the world increased, and he constantly stumbled upon rare natural treasures.

That mysterious heart had eventually replaced his own.

He even confirmed its power: after being killed once, the Destiny of the world allowed him to resurrect, crawling out of his own coffin and terrifying his descendants.

By then, his home was overflowing with children and grandchildren, and his bloodline had spread extensively.

In that age, they were known as the "Qi-Seer Zhao Clan."

Eventually, he grew impatient with secretly stealing Destiny; the process was too slow.

No matter what he tried, he couldn't fundamentally alter his natural talent and Dao comprehension—the Integration Realm was his ultimate ceiling.

His offspring were already considered top-tier geniuses, yet heirs like Zhao Buqun, Zhao Wan’er, and Zhao Feimeng... these six at the Void Refining stage were unable to reach the Integration Realm.

During those years, the Human Race was attempting to form a dynasty.

He craved more power, wanting the "Qi-Seer Zhao Clan" to seize the Mandate of Heaven, become the Emperors, and command all of humanity!

He turned his attention toward the Devil.

He commanded his children to trick the Devil, having Zhao Buqun construct a massive formation within the Devil’s territory.

His plan was to covertly drain all their Destiny, fueling a massive breakthrough for his family.

It was a desperate gamble and his ultimate ambition as the Old Ancestor to lead his Sect toward eternal glory.

Sadly... his gamble failed.

Someone among the Devils realized what was happening.

Thousands of enraged Devils invaded the Zhao Clan lands and, before his very eyes, butchered his six Void Refining children.

Though he eventually repelled the invaders, he was left on the brink of death.

Overwhelmed by guilt, he collapsed to his knees, staring at the smoking ruins of the Zhao Clan and the handful of survivors who remained.