Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 822: Are You Sure You Are Still Alive

The North Star Spirit-Breaking Spear erupted with power, thrusting Zhao Tingyu out of the Void Refining Space and slamming him into the earth, where he demolished a towering structure upon impact!

"It is futile! Our Old Ancestor will simply grant me life once more. The true foundation of the Zhao Clan is something your mind cannot even fathom!"

Wearing a grotesque smirk, Zhao Tingyu made no move to dodge as Li Wei’s North Star Spirit-Breaking Spear tore through his chest.

Even if this Li Clan Old Ancestor wielded the Laws of "Time" and possessed the miracle of resurrection, Zhao Tingyu was certain he would eventually uncover a weakness in the man!

"What right do you have to be so arrogant?"

Li Wei was consumed by a burning rage.

To think that a piece of trash like this had attempted to force a double suicide just a moment ago?

In Li Wei's eyes, even allowing his North Star Spirit-Breaking Spear to be stained by such blood was an insult to the weapon.

"Why shouldn't I be? My Zhao Clan has endured for one hundred and sixty thousand years, and I have ascended to the very summit!"

With a roar, Zhao Tingyu manifested his saber formation.

He had completely abandoned all restraint by this point.

That radiant rainbow bridge of saber shadows, which had previously shattered Supreme Elder Puci’s defenses, was now unleashed upon both himself and Li Wei.

He burned every drop of spiritual power in his Dantian for the sole purpose of pinning Li Wei down!

His voice peaked in a shrill mockery of the reckless foe standing before him.

"The only reason your Li Clan hasn't been wiped from existence all these years is because of the Destiny you possess!

We are eternal, but your kin will meet their end!"

Suddenly, the descending bridge of saber shadows froze mid-air, its momentum halted.

Zhao Tingyu’s pupils dilated as Li Wei’s mocking voice cut through the air.

"Are you truly convinced that you are alive?

Is the 'you' that your Old Ancestor brings back... actually your original self?

When you perish, is the thing that crawls out from that hideous heart truly you?"

The color drained from Zhao Tingyu’s face instantly.

Gripping the shaft of the spear embedded in him, he detonated his spiritual power to violently wrench himself free from the blade, teleporting in a flash to stand before his own saber formation.

The Li Clan Old Ancestor's words seemed to have struck a forbidden chord, leaving his complexion as pale as a ghost.

"I am alive... I am still alive!!!"

Zhao Tingyu cast a frantic look toward the heart of the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor—specifically at Zhao Feimeng perched upon it—and let out a primal roar, dragging Li Wei back into the Void Refining Space once again.

...

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

As Li Changsheng snapped his eyes open, the rhythmic pounding of that massive heart faltered for a heartbeat.

The Blood Demon Lord and the Seven Ironclads lunged forward, their forms twisting into terrifying devilish manifestations.

The aura of the Blood Demon Lord—the most pure and orthodox devilish Qi—flooded the battlefield.

These two presences undoubtedly struck the deepest chords of terror within the Zhao clansmen!

With the heartbeat's rhythm broken, Zhao Feimeng, who was busy maintaining the seal atop the heart, was seized by sudden panic.

"They are attempting to shatter the formation! Slaughter them!"

In that instant.

The battlefield descended into fresh chaos as Void Refining and Divinity Transformation experts from both factions clashed in a frantic melee.

Li Yaozu, with his sword casket strapped to his back, once again confronted Zhao Wan—the resurrected entity that was neither truly male nor female.

"Sister Fang, lend me your strength!"

With pitch-black pupils and a soul that could not be led astray by illusions!

Zhao Wan’er’s face twisted in fear.

Upon facing Li Yaozu this time, she actually turned tail and fled.

"Old Ancestor, protect me! There is something wrong with this monster!"

Fang Linglong had already taken the reins of Li Yaozu’s body.

As a being of ancient and unfathomable origin, she looked upon the Zhao clansmen who were crawling incessantly from the depths of that colossal heart.

Extending a hand, she ripped a hole in the fabric of space, tilting her head back to project her freezing voice into the heavens.

"A physical body can be forged anew, but once the soul is annihilated—without the path of Reincarnation—it is utterly impossible to return to the world of the living!"

Finishing her proclamation, she plunged into the spatial crack, hunting down Zhao Wan’er to deliver a final death.

Within the Void Refining Space, Fang Linglong’s voice reached Zhao Wan’er’s ears, causing a flash of doubt to flicker deep within his eyes.

"What would you know?!! We have been reborn! We were revived from the very body of our Old Ancestor!"

"You are lost in your own delusions." 'Li Yaozu' gave a savage grin.

His voice was a haunting fusion of male and female, vibrating with a deep, metallic echo.

"You pathetic, second-rate trash. You clearly have no inkling of what your 'Old Ancestor' truly is!"

...

High above the firmament, Li Yaowen continued her work, plucking at the threads of Destiny belonging to the Zhao clansmen within the Immortal Domain.

When Fang Linglong’s voice reached her, she furrowed her elegant brows in thought.

This sister-in-law of hers was, after all, a legendary Devil Matriarch—a figure who had once suppressed the entire Divine Bird Tribe of the Wu Clan on her own.

It seemed she understood the true nature of this heart.

"The body can be remade, but if the soul is destroyed—without the cycle of Reincarnation—return to the mortal realm is impossible..."

Li Yaowen whispered to herself, "During the years Father spent in the Underworld, he discovered long ago that the realm of the dead is in shambles and the cycle of Reincarnation has been broken.

Regardless of their deeds in life, the deceased now turn into malevolent ghosts, while the mortal world is populated only by entirely new souls."

She gazed down at the heart. "The Old Ancestor's suspicion was right after all."

Zhao Feimeng remained stationed atop the heart.

Half of her blood-stained, naked body was visible—a sight that was as haunting as it was seductive.

The heart of the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor continued its steady beat.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

It radiated a single, unending command: "Save him."

"How miserable." Li Yaowen sighed.

In this moment, she felt a sudden wave of pity for the entire Zhao Clan.

Shaking off those thoughts, she soared higher into the sky, rising above the clouds until a Golden Seal manifested before her!

This was the ultimate prize her father, Li Dalong, had earned from the Human Emperor after being appointed the "Guardian of the Southern Border."

Their clan held absolute sovereignty over the lands of these two prefectures.

And through this authority, they could bestow official titles in the name of the Human Emperor—and command Destiny itself!