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

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The rhythmic pounding of a heartbeat grew more violent and distinct as they drew nearer to the Zhao Clan's Blessed Land.

As Yaowen’s fingers moved in a continuous blur—weaving complex gestures as though she were threading a needle—a network of structures resembling biological blood vessels manifested before them.

Within the vast forest of towering buildings surrounding the Zhao Clan's Blessed Land, currents of multicolored airflow surged through these "vessels," racing toward the heart of the territory.

The atmosphere seemed to contain a terrifying presence, yet it was simultaneously thick with a desolate aura of indignation, fury, and hopelessness.

“Can you all sense that? It’s as if a voice is calling out...” Li Yaotie murmured, blinking, though his comment did nothing to break the heavy silence maintained by his kin.

Behind the group, Zhao Tingyu remained their prisoner.

As that thunderous resonance echoed, he threw his head back and bellowed toward the heavens in a fit of madness, “Old Ancestor, return! Old Ancestor, come back!!”

The members of the Li family made no move to silence Zhao Tingyu’s desperate cries; they simply continued their forward march in grim silence.

They drew closer with every step!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The heartbeat intensified further, becoming so heavy that the entirety of the Zhao Clan Blessed Land seemed to throb in synchronization with the sound.

Li Wei’s eyes narrowed into slits.

He appeared to grasp the message hidden within the vibrations of that pulsing heart.

“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 wiped out by that devil.”

Li Yaowen’s hand brushed against one of the crimson, vein-like conduits; a look of realization crossed her face.

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

The heartbeat of the Immortal Zhao Clan was thundering from the depths of this cave.

An oppressive might radiated from the darkness, stronger than any pressure they had previously encountered.

As they descended, Li Yaowen’s soft and composed voice echoed in their ears.

“If we seek the true origin, we must look back two hundred thousand years.

In those days, the Dynasty had not yet been founded, and the territories of the Azure Dynasty were consumed by chaos.

Humans, Demons, the Wu clan, and Devils existed without defined 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 to power step by step...”

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

This was information harvested directly from the veins of the heart.

“The entity inside... is pleading for us to rescue it.”

“Rescue it?” Li Wei asked with a frown.

It was true that his family had deliberately baited the Immortal Zhao Clan into the Duravia Trade Prefecture, a strategy he had fully endorsed.

In this era of upheaval, one must either advance or fall behind; they required more powerful allies—or perhaps, more substantial prey.

Nevertheless, the arrival of the Immortal Zhao Clan, backed by a foundation spanning one hundred and sixty thousand years, had exerted a suffocating pressure on Li Wei.

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

For over a century, the family had been meticulously probing the hidden cards of the Immortal Zhao Clan, even investigating the very roots of the Zhao lineage.

The family’s mood had grown particularly grim when the Three Scoundrels discovered that the original members of the Immortal Zhao Clan were somehow still alive.

This Immortal Zhao Clan guarded a secret—a mystery that permitted a lifespan of one hundred and sixty thousand years!

“Yes, save it. It is... the Old Ancestor of the Immortal Zhao Clan.”

Hearing this, Li Wei’s gaze sharpened.

One hundred and sixty thousand years ago, during the Devil’s assault on the Zhao Clan, the clan still possessed a cultivator at the Integration Realm.

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

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

This possibility was exactly why they had ventured here!

Li Wei immediately locked eyes with his fellow clansmen.

With a collective nod, they reached out toward the crimson mist that Yaowen had produced.

In a flash, a sequence of images flickered through their minds like a rapid slideshow.

A young man from that ancient, chaotic era was shown scavenging from corpses on a battlefield that reached the horizon.

He was not alone; many others were doing the same on that field of death.

Li Wei recognized the scene immediately; during the family's conflict with the Wu clan, many cultivators would sift through the remains for loot once the battles concluded.

However, such actions were viewed as stealing war spoils, and those caught were often beaten to death instantly.

This young man was clearly the Old Ancestor of the Zhao Clan.

In the visions provided by the Zhao Clan's Old Ancestor, the memory lingered on this specific moment for a long time.

The man located the largest crater on the field—the epicenter of the strongest oppressive might—and dove into it with desperate ferocity, where he discovered a pulsing, scarlet heart.

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

He swallowed the heart in a single gulp, later claiming he had stolen nothing and had only arrived to join the army.

Consequently, he was relegated to a slave camp.

Yet, after consuming that heart, the Zhao Clan's Old Ancestor found he could perceive the "Qi" radiating from others.

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

From that moment on, his path of Cultivation became incredibly smooth.

His mediocre talent underwent a radical transformation; he began commanding spirit boats, mastering techniques, and eventually 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.

As a result, the amount of spiritual Qi he could draw from the world increased, and he frequently stumbled upon rare natural treasures.

That mysterious heart had even supplanted his own.

He had once tested its power: after being killed, the Destiny of heaven and earth allowed him to return to life, leaping from his coffin and terrifying his own descendants.

By that time, his household was overflowing with children and grandchildren, and his bloodline had spread far and wide.

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

Eventually, he grew dissatisfied with secretly consuming Destiny; the process was too sluggish.

No matter his efforts, he could not fundamentally alter his own inherent talent and comprehension—the Integration Realm represented his ultimate ceiling.

His offspring were already considered peerless geniuses, yet even children like Zhao Buqun, Zhao Wan'er, and Zhao Feimeng... these six heirs at the Void Refining stage were unable to break through to the Integration Realm.

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

He desired greater power, wanting the "Qi-Seer Zhao Clan" to claim the Mandate of Heaven, rise as the Sons of Heaven, and govern the entire Human Race!

He turned his attention toward the Devil.

He commanded his children to deceive the Devil, instructing Zhao Buqun to construct a massive formation within the Devil's territory.

His plan was to covertly drain all their Destiny, propelling his family toward a monumental breakthrough.

This was a desperate gamble, a grand ambition conceived by the Old Ancestor to lead his people toward a future of unrivaled glory.

Tragically... he lost the bet.

A member of the Devils sensed the interference.

Thousands of enraged Devils stormed the Zhao Clan's lands and, while he watched helplessly, murdered his six Void Refining children.

Though he eventually repelled the Devils, he was left with mortal wounds.

Overwhelmed by regret, he collapsed to his knees, staring at the smoking ruins of the Zhao Clan and the handful of descendants who had managed to survive.