Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 827 - 822: Are You Sure You Are Still Alive

The North Star Spirit-Breaking Spear erupted from the Void Refining Space, slamming Zhao Tingyu into the earth and obliterating a towering structure in the process!

"Your efforts are futile! Our Old Ancestor will simply grant me life once more. The true foundation of the Zhao Clan is something you simply cannot comprehend!"

Zhao Tingyu wore a twisted, hideous grin, letting Li Wei’s North Star Spirit-Breaking Spear run him through the heart.

Even though this Li Clan Old Ancestor wielded the Laws of "Time" and possessed the ability of resurrection, Zhao Tingyu remained certain that he would eventually uncover the man's weakness!

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

Li Wei boiled with fury.

Had a piece of trash like this really attempted to drag him into a mutual death just moments ago?

Li Wei felt as though the very blood on his North Star Spirit-Breaking Spear had defiled the weapon.

"Why shouldn't I be proud? The Zhao Clan has endured for a hundred and sixty thousand years, and I have reached the pinnacle of power!"

Zhao Tingyu called forth his saber formation.

He had completely abandoned all restraint by this point.

That rainbow bridge formed of saber shadows, which had previously shattered Supreme Elder Puci’s defenses, was now aimed directly at himself and Li Wei.

He funneled every drop of spiritual power in his body into a singular purpose: trapping Li Wei!

His voice grew louder, dripping with mockery for his reckless foe.

"The only reason your Li Clan hasn't been wiped out over the millennia is because of the Destiny you possess!

We are immortal, but your kin will face total annihilation!"

Suddenly, the descending rainbow bridge of saber shadows froze in mid-air.

Zhao Tingyu’s eyes widened in shock as Li Wei’s mocking voice reached his ears.

"Are you truly certain that you are still living?

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

Once you perish, is the creature that crawls out of that hideous heart truly your own soul?"

Zhao Tingyu’s face underwent a violent transformation.

Grabbing the shaft of the spear, he erupted with spiritual power to tear his body away from the weapon, instantly teleporting to stand before his own saber formation.

The Li Clan Old Ancestor’s words seemed to have struck a forbidden chord, leaving his face as white as a sheet.

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

Zhao Tingyu cast a glance toward the heart of the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor—specifically at Zhao Feimeng perched upon it—and gave a thunderous roar, dragging Li Wei back into the Void Refining Space once more.

...

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

As Li Changsheng opened his eyes, the rhythmic beating of that heart faltered for a second.

The Blood Demon Lord and the Seven Ironclads surged forward, their forms shifting into devilish incarnations.

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

These two presences undoubtedly triggered the primal terrors hidden deep within the souls of the Zhao clansmen!

With that brief interruption in the heartbeat, Zhao Feimeng, who was busy sealing the Old Ancestor atop the heart, was seized by sudden panic.

"They seek to destroy the formation! Slay them at once!"

In that instant.

Chaos reigned over the battlefield again 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 more confronted Zhao Wan, that resurrected entity who was neither truly male nor female.

"Sister Fang, lend me your strength!"

With pitch-black pupils and a soul that could not be deceived!

Zhao Wan’er’s face twisted in fear.

This time, instead of fighting, she turned and fled the moment she saw Li Yaozu.

"Old Ancestor, protect me! There is something unnatural about this monster!"

Fang Linglong had already assumed control of Li Yaozu’s frame.

As a being of ancient and mysterious origins, she stared at the Zhao clansmen who were perpetually crawling out of that colossal heart.

Extending her hand, she ripped through the fabric of space, looked up toward the heavens, and projected her icy voice into the firmament.

"A physical body can be remade, but once the soul is extinguished—without the cycle of Reincarnation—returning to the world of the living is a total impossibility!"

Finishing her statement, she plunged into the spatial crack, hunting down Zhao Wan’er to finish him.

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

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

"You are hopelessly deluded," 'Li Yaozu' said with a savage grin.

His voice became a jarring cacophony of male and female tones, blending into a deep, grinding resonance.

"You second-rate garbage. You clearly have no clue what your so-called 'Old Ancestor' actually is!"

...

High above the clouds, Li Yaowen persisted in plucking at the Destiny Lines of the Zhao clansmen within the Immortal Domain.

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

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

She clearly understood something regarding this heart.

"The body can be reconstructed, but a destroyed soul cannot return to the mortal realm without the Reincarnation cycle..."

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 morality in life, the deceased turn into malevolent ghosts, while the world of the living is populated only by brand-new souls."

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

Zhao Feimeng of the Zhao Clan remained stationed atop the heart.

Half of her nude, blood-stained body was visible—a sight that was both haunting and disturbingly seductive.

The heart of the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor continued its rhythmic pulsing.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

It was endlessly broadcasting a silent plea: "Save him."

"How utterly tragic," Li Yaowen murmured.

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

Shaking off those thoughts, she soared higher into the sky. Above the clouds, a Golden Seal materialized!

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

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

And through this authority, they could appoint officials in the name of the Human Emperor—and exert control over Destiny itself!