Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 831 - 826: Blood Food
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Thump! Thump!
The organ throbbed with a crimson glow that flared like a violent inferno. Each beat of that heart radiated the overwhelming and tyrannical pressure of the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor!
Coated in a repulsive layer of slime, the nauseating heart continued its relentless pulsing. It felt as if a colossal, nightmare-inducing beast was on the verge of tearing its way out from the center.
The suffocating aura intensified with every rhythmic throb. Suddenly, the remains of the Zhao clansmen who had perished earlier were swept into the air, suspended by this horrific power. In a mere moment, millions of Zhao clan corpses were circling the beating heart!
"Flee! We are nothing but his fuel! We have been dead this entire time! Hahaha!"
Screams of agony filled the air. Despair took hold.
Like wretched spirits wandering through a crimson hell, the Zhao Clan descendants who had been brought back to life by the Old Ancestor’s heart were utterly lost. The grim reality exposed by Zhao Qingguang and Zhao Feimeng had cast them into a pit of true hopelessness.
They scrambled and clawed at the earth, desperately trying to put distance between themselves and the heart’s influence. Their retreat was nothing short of a frantic, chaotic mess. Even so, this primal urge to survive could not silence the confusion screaming in their souls.
For one hundred and sixty thousand years, they had existed in a cycle of death and rebirth. Following every resurrection, they relied on instinctual memories to cultivate, growing more powerful with each iteration. This long history had been their crowning glory; they believed they held a legacy far superior to the rest of the world. But now...
"What is the purpose of our lives? Feimeng, why did you force this existence upon us?! Why?!!!"
As the heart began to rupture, Fairy Bai collapsed to the ground. Near the center, those with weaker Cultivation bases who had only recently revived found themselves unable to withstand the Old Ancestor’s crushing might. Their bodies drifted upward, their life force slowly being siphoned away.
Even Fairy Bai began to feel the pull of that terrifying suction. With a face twisted by horror, she dug her nails into the soil, crawling frantically to escape the Old Ancestor’s reach. It wasn't that she lacked the power to fight back; rather, she was overcome by a deep, instinctual revulsion. Blood-red tears pooled in her wide eyes.
In this singular moment, her one hundred and sixty thousand years of Dao Heart, along with the very foundation of her morality, were turning to ash. Those millennia were a deception. Her family was a deception. Even the Old Ancestor... was a lie!
They had perished countless times while clinging to the belief that they were eternal. In reality, every rebirth was a fresh start, and the memories they cherished were merely false constructs implanted by Zhao Feimeng. The prestige of those sixteen hundred centuries vanished like a bubble being pricked.
"I shall see the sun once more! I will forge a Divine Heart to crush the Integration Realm! Nothing in this vast world shall hinder my path!"
"The Great Dao is within my grasp! The Great Dao is mine! Hahaha!"
The Old Ancestor roared in a state of manic ecstasy as the heart thrashed violently.
"I won't listen! You are nothing but a monster!" Fairy Bai cried out, struggling even harder to flee. Behind her, a multitude of Zhao descendants were still dragging themselves forward through the dirt.
"Who am I? If I am already dead, then who is this person?!!"
Fairy Bai’s answer arrived shortly. While the Zhao bloodline pulled the clansmen backward under the crushing weight and the world was swallowed by the heart's red light, a new group entered this realm of sorrow.
Step! Step! Step!
Fairy Bai looked up. Shrouded in a dark fog, the Li Family Old Ancestor appeared! He stood firmly before his kin, his black mist swirling against the heavy pressure like fabric snapping in a storm. The Li clansmen, who had been locked in mortal combat with the Zhao clan only moments ago, now stood tall. With furrowed brows and steady gazes, they looked up at the mountain-sized heart of the Zhao Old Ancestor.
Fairy Bai was dazed. A pang in her chest told her that this very scene—an Old Ancestor leading from the front and clansmen facing the storm as one—was the dream she had held for the Immortal Zhao Clan for eons. But the brutal truth was that they were currently groveling on the earth, trying to avoid being eaten by their own patriarch!
As the Li family marched forward, Fairy Bai watched them with a hollow expression. Suddenly, a figure in the Li ranks stopped. Fairy Bai recognized her—it was Li Yaowen.
Fairy Bai’s chin was tilted upward. Li Yaowen’s eyes were clear, and her voice carried a haunting, magnetic purity. "You are all just Blood Food—recycled over and over, crafted from Destiny. But tell me... why do none of you fight back?"
Why not fight back...
Li Yaowen stood up straight and continued her walk. Fairy Bai, paralyzed by the question, stopped her crawling. She turned her head slowly, watching the Li family’s retreating backs before looking at her own people fleeing in terror. Why not resist?
"My life is hollow. I passed away a long time ago. What is the use of resisting... there is no point..."
"Hahaha!"
"Our lives are void of meaning! We are merely Blood Food! Our very existence is a joke! It’s all a lie! A lie!!!"