Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 820: Immortal Zhao Clan
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"Slaughter them all!"
Li Dalong was no stranger to the Underworld, having once journeyed through its depths.
He had witnessed countless scenes of carnage and endless conflict within that domain of the dead.
However, even the horrors of the Underworld could not compare to the gruesome sight currently unfolding before him!
The situation spiraled into chaos the moment Zhao Buqun issued his command.
From within that massive, pulsating heart that bled crimson light, the reborn members of the Zhao Clan—every one of them a Cultivation expert at or above the Nascent Soul realm—began to surface.
Their heads emerged from the organ like infants being born, their faces and hair matted with thick, dark blood.
Swaying atop the surface of the gargantuan heart, their heads looked like the fluffy seeds of a dandelion shivering in a breeze.
The disgusting sounds of tearing flesh and squelching fluids filled the cavernous space.
Coated in a layer of slime, these resurrected warriors began to rip through the heart's muscle fibers.
They pressed their gore-stained palms against the outer walls, groaning as they hauled their heavy bodies out from the interior.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
"Riiip! Drip... drop!"
The rhythmic drumming of the heart, the sound of meat being shredded, and the pitter-patter of blood hitting the floor created a sickening symphony.
Combined with the moans and celebratory cries of the reviving Zhao kin, this was the true manifestation of the Underworld!
"Run! Save yourselves!"
Illuminated by that eerie red glow, the three Zhao Clan Elders wore twisted grins, looking down with mockery at their terrified opponents.
These ignorant members of the Li family had no inkling of the Immortal Zhao Clan's ultimate hidden card!
Zhao Qingguang let out a scream of panicked fury, "Flee! Send word to the Human Emperor! Alert the Grand Preceptor and the Imperial Preceptor!"
His voice was frantic as he shrieked the warning.
But the great conflict had already been reignited.
With a deafening roar, the subterranean cave began to cave in.
The Zhao members, having crawled free from the heart, launched themselves at the Li family without a single word of caution.
Naked and covered in viscous fluid, they carried no artifacts, yet they charged forward with murderous intent.
...
"BOOM!"
The explosion was so violent that every combatant on the Immortal Domain battlefield—regardless of whether they served the Azure Cloud Prefecture or the Zhao Clan—stopped in their tracks to stare at the center of the Zhao Clan Blessed Land.
"What on earth is that?!!"
Aboard the spirit boat, Li Xinnian’s face paled instantly.
A heart—a monstrous, titanic heart—was swelling in size, expanding until it loomed a thousand meters high!
The heart was constantly rupturing, with shadow after shadow emerging from the tears to rush back into the fray.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The entire battlefield vibrated with the sound of the heartbeat.
The tide of the Immortal Domain war, which had been a decisive victory for the attackers, shifted abruptly, causing Li Xinnian’s expression to grow grim.
He watched in disbelief as a Zhao clansman, who had been struck down right before his eyes, rose again in the mortal realm—completely unclothed!
"Impossible... this cannot be happening!"
Those reborn from the heart threw themselves into the combat with manic energy.
They laughed with hideous joy, mocking the Azure Cloud Prefecture forces for their total lack of understanding regarding the Zhao Clan.
The hearts of the Azure Cloud Prefecture soldiers raced with dread at the supernatural display.
The bizarre heart and the undying Zhao warriors were beyond anything they could have imagined.
It wasn't just the enemies; even the surviving Zhao members on the field were paralyzed with shock.
They couldn't comprehend why their fallen brothers had returned to life, especially since their original corpses were still rotting on the ground.
On that mountain of a heart, one head remained perfectly still.
Zhao Feimeng!
She stared out at the chaotic war and the spreading panic with eyes that were empty and lifeless.
"It doesn't matter if they are ghosts or men! If we could kill them once, we can kill them again!"
Li Xinnian fought back the rising tide of fear, his voice booming across the field.
"Keep fighting! Kill them all!!!"
...
"Flee! Victory is impossible!!!"
The massive heart pulsed steadily.
Zhao Qingguang fell to his knees before it in utter hopelessness.
Behind him, the Old Ancestor’s heart continued to rip open, birthing a never-ending stream of clansmen.
The red light bathing Zhao Qingguang was a reflection of the despair drowning his soul.
One hundred and sixty thousand years ago, they had faced ruin.
The Old Ancestor had repelled the Devils, but he had survived the ordeal!
The memories flooded back now. He finally remembered everything!
On that fateful day, the Old Ancestor had looked upon the piles of his fallen family members.
It was his moment of deepest grief.
Zhao Qingguang had been among the few left alive. But following that despair, the Old Ancestor had begun to laugh like a madman.
He had shouted, "I have returned from death once! My heart, my blood... I can save them! Hahaha, I can save them all!"
He had watched as the Old Ancestor performed the Rite of Dissolution on his own heart, dissolving his physical form to merge his soul with the organ.
That heart had grown larger and larger, eventually pulling every deceased clansman into its depths.
At the time, Zhao Qingguang believed the Old Ancestor had lost his mind.
But the following day, the heart had burst open just as it did now, and the dead had crawled out, looking confused but alive.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The world assumed the Zhao Clan had been wiped out, but they persisted; their people lived on.
The Old Ancestor became the clan's darkest secret, and the undying nature of the people gave rise to the name "Immortal Zhao Clan."
However... the peace was short-lived.
The Old Ancestor wished to regain his human shape to lead the family to glory once more.
But why would the resurrected clansmen agree to that?
As long as the Old Ancestor remained in this state, death held no fear for them—they could always return.
Furthermore... Zhao Buqun had unraveled a secret: being reborn from the Old Ancestor’s heart could return one to the state of a newborn, completely resetting their natural lifespan!
By starting their Cultivation over, they could grow even more powerful, surpassing their previous limits.
In time, through this cycle, they could all reach the Integration Realm together.
As the millennia passed, every member of the clan had the chance to reach the Void Refining stage; they were effectively immortal!
The only cost was the consumption of the Destiny of others.
So, they imprisoned the Old Ancestor.
From that day forward, the world saw an "Immortal Zhao Clan," and the Zhao Clan possessed a heart that would never stop beating!
"Thump! Thump! Thump!" the heart beat once more.
Zhao Qingguang could feel the vibrations; the Old Ancestor was crying out in agony, labeling them all as monsters!
"Beasts! You are all beasts!!!"
With tears washing down his face, Zhao Qingguang stared with hatred at Zhao Feimeng atop the Old Ancestor’s heart.
That woman was physically fused to the heart; she was the one keeping the Old Ancestor bound.
Whenever the family required revival, she used her arts to manipulate the Old Ancestor, forcing him to hallucinate the day the Devils slaughtered the clan, which compelled him to resurrect his descendants out of pity!
Zhao Qingguang was consumed by regret.
He had been reborn time and again, remembering the truth each time, only to be murdered repeatedly by these monsters.
"I will kill you! I will kill every last one of you!!!"
Gripping a long spear and erupting with the full might of a Peak Divinity Transformation expert, Zhao Qingguang lunged toward the heart, aiming for Zhao Feimeng as she emerged from the surface!
The strikingly beautiful woman opened her eyes and reached out a hand slowly.
In an instant, Zhao Qingguang’s momentum died, and he hung suspended in the air, his gaze turning hollow.
Zhao Feimeng, the youngest of the Clan Elders!
Her mastery lay in the manipulation of hearts and the weaving of illusions!
She smiled softly at Zhao Qingguang.
"Qingguang, oh Qingguang, why do you struggle so?
The Old Ancestor provides for us all.
You should embrace his blessing, not fight it.
When will you finally understand?
This form of the Old Ancestor is the one we worship as our true god."