Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 832 - 827: Are You... Afraid?

"Exquisite... your flesh is truly divine! This is the flavor of my very own bloodline!"

"Hahaha!"

The heart contorted into a hideous mass, its crimson vessels expanding until they choked nearly the entire territory of the Immortal Zhao Clan.

The Zhao Clan Old Ancestor was consumed by a manic euphoria.

One hundred and sixty millennia ago, he had utilized this very heart to relentlessly siphon the destinies of others.

His machinations were eventually brought to light by the Devils.

To prevent the total slaughter of his kin and preserve his descendants, he transformed his being into a heart, using his own vitality and marrow to shield them.

While his original children had perished long ago, his blood still pulsed through the veins of these pathetic wretches.

Yet, through the passing of ages, they had the audacity to erase his memory!

This changed when a dying descendant finally merged into the core of his "heart."

It was then, fueled by bitter resentment, that he first savored the taste of his own kin's flesh and blood!

"I will consume every last one of you! Hahaha! No flavor in existence compares to this!"

"I am the source of your life, and I am the bringer of your death! You have never been anything more than extensions of my own frame!!!"

The web of blood vessels within the Immortal Domain thickened further.

The surging spiritual power pushed the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor into a state of delirium.

Only a fragment more... just a little longer, and every sacrifice he made would be compensated.

He was on the verge of reaching the Mahayana Realm!

"Just a bit more..."

Squelch!

A long spear, saturated with the spiritual power of the Void Refining Realm, tore through the organ from one side to the other, momentarily paralyzing the massive heart.

He spotted them!

A group of idiots, possessing the gall to invade his sanctum.

It was the Li Family Old Ancestor, draped in a shroud of dark mist!

"It’s you? Hahaha! You actually have the nerve to return?!!"

"I suppose I should thank you. I appreciate you breaking the seal placed by these treacherous descendants."

"I shall grant you a reward for your service!!!"

However, the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor's jubilant cries, vibrating from the heart, were cut short.

The shadowy figure in the black mist stood protectively before his kin.

Though his face remained hidden, he effortlessly snatched the returning Divine Spear with his left hand while casually picking at his ear with his right.

"How noisy. Does a piece of garbage like you truly believe you are in a position to grant us rewards?"

The gargantuan heart remained still for a heartbeat.

Then, a sky-piercing fury erupted from the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor.

The heart thrashed with renewed violence, its scarlet veins lashing out like whips as the spiritual power of the Integration Realm surged forth!

"You dare to mock this Old Ancestor?!!"

The Zhao Clan Old Ancestor was seething.

He was standing at the threshold of the Mahayana Realm; he was fated to be the ultimate sovereign of this world!

These Li clan members should be crawling on their bellies before his overwhelming might!

Given his good spirits and the debt he owed for his freedom, they should have been pleading for the chance to be his hounds, feeding him with Destiny for eternity!

How dare they... how could they?!!

...

The heart was incandescent with rage.

In all his years, Li Wei had never witnessed such a repulsive sight.

A heart standing a thousand meters tall loomed over them, nearly touching the heavens.

As the organ pulsed, numerous eyeballs began to sprout from the jagged scars left by the resurrected Zhao members who had clawed their way out earlier.

Before long, the massive heart was carpeted in a swarm of twitching eyes.

Those pupils locked onto Li Wei and his family, burning with indignation at his mocking words.

Hemmed in by a network of pulsating vessels, the Li family stood firm, staring up at this "Zhao Clan Old Ancestor."

The Zhao Clan Old Ancestor continued to indulge in the feast he had meticulously prepared for one hundred and sixty thousand years.

Gore rushed through the colossal vessels, and the overwhelming pressure of the Integration Realm—saturated with the foul scent of blood—transformed the Immortal Domain into a spiritual swamp.

Bolts of thunder began to take shape in the firmament.

The remains of the Zhao kin, who had been brought back only to be butchered again, acted as the fuel for the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor's advancement to the Mahayana Realm.

But regardless of the Mahayana Realm...

The sheer weight of the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor’s current Integration Realm cultivation made it nearly impossible for the Li family to move, even at a distance of ten thousand meters.

Outside the boundaries of the Immortal Domain.

The cultivators who had traveled from the Azure Cloud Prefecture watched the unfolding nightmare with ashen faces.

"Boom! Boom!"

Heavenly thunder began to congregate in the sky.

The overhead clouds turned a deep crimson, lit by the rhythmic, bloody flashes of the monstrous, eye-laden Zhao Clan Old Ancestor below.

As for the remaining Zhao survivors, those not being impaled by vein-like red vessels and hoisted into the air like drifting leaves were fleeing like panicked spirits trying to escape a blood-soaked purgatory.

The suffocating aura of an Integration Realm cultivator ascending to the Mahayana Realm was palpable even from afar.

The stench of the Zhao bloodline was nauseating.

"How is this possible? How can his power be so immense..."

Li Xinnian exerted every bit of his spiritual power to maintain his footing.

The shockwave from the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor’s earlier outburst had knocked him back, leaving him pale and shaken.

"Thump... Thump..."

The rhythmic beat of the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor’s heart sounded like a death knell for the Azure Cloud Prefecture—a countdown to the end for everyone present.

Many were already retreating; it was the only logical path.

Faced with a being on the cusp of the Mahayana Realm, they were merely helpless insects.

"Xinnian, should we make our escape?"

Su Chen moved to Li Xinnian’s side, his hands balled into fists and his eyes reflecting a sense of helpless fury.

They had successfully struck down the Zhao ancestors, but the hidden depth of the Immortal Zhao Clan's power was far beyond what he had predicted.

The Integration Realm was a peak he once dreamed of reaching, but a Mahayana Realm entity?

In his eyes, that was no different from a deity!

But Li Xinnian shook his head in refusal.

He scanned the area; not a single soul from the Azure Cloud Region had turned back.

They all stood their ground, watching the seemingly invincible, giant heart from the distance.

The two brothers-in-arms looked at each other, took a long breath, and suddenly shared a smile of grim acceptance.

"Our family's Old Ancestor told us to leave the rest to them," Li Xinnian remarked.

"And they are right there, standing inside the Immortal Domain."

The crushing pressure of the heart continued to intensify.

Suddenly, everyone’s gaze sharpened.

In front of that monstrous heart, a fresh red light began to glow.

This light made the already crimson atmosphere of the Immortal Domain look even more haunting—two distinct shades of red were now fighting for control!

"Boom! Boom!"

The ground began to vibrate. Outside the Immortal Domain, their faces bathed in the bloody radiance, a root surfaced before every person from the Azure Cloud Region.

As if moved by a divine instinct, they reached out and took hold of the Old Tree's roots.

Inside the Immortal Domain, the Old Tree had expanded to a height of a thousand meters.

Its branches struck into the spines of the Li family elders, lifting them high into the air!

Li Xinnian, Su Chen, and every cultivator from the Azure Cloud Prefecture gripping a root narrowed their eyes in concentration.

Through the roots, the voices of the Li family were heard.

"Are you... afraid?"

Everyone stared at the colossal heart and its sea of eyes, feeling the increasingly chaotic pressure of the Integration Realm.

Are we afraid?

Afraid of that disgusting monster?!

Their spiritual power began to flow into the roots.

The fierce winds of the bloody night tore at the robes of the Azure Cloud people, exposing the "Li" character etched upon their skin!