Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 837 - 832: Suppressing The Integration Realm Zhao Clan Ancestor

Emerging from the deep immersion of an extended, brutal fight, Li Wei turned his gaze to the warzone unfolding on his computer display.

He noticed that his family members alongside the experts from Azure Cloud Prefecture had fallen into a steady rhythm, forming nine teams to alternate in restraining the Zhao Clan Ancestor.

After all, this was a mighty Integration Realm expert whose form had fused with the void itself.

Though reduced to his utmost frailty, it seemed improbable that they could eliminate him in just three or five days.

"Looks like I don't need to keep battling anymore."

Li Wei exhaled deeply.

As he observed his kin battling together, a intricate grin crept onto his features without him realizing.

[Special Event — Suppressing the Integration Realm Zhao Clan Ancestor]

[The folks from the Immortal Zhao Clan, realizing they were long gone and refusing to serve as mere sustenance for their Ancestor, opted to offer their lives in defiance against the Zhao Clan Ancestor, all to ensure the sole surviving Zhao heir with an intact soul could endure and carry on the lineage.

They've revealed the Zhao Clan Ancestor’s vulnerability to your household.

Your family members and the comrades from Azure Cloud Prefecture are now joining forces to contain the Zhao Clan Ancestor.]

The gruesome terrain of meat and gore persisted across the Immortal Domain.

The massive array lay in ruins, and flakes of snow started drifting over the Immortal Domain.

The mutilated remains of top-tier cultivators refused to stiffen in the chill, yet the gore from those under Foundation Establishment slowly hardened.

Dotted throughout the Immortal Domain were bits of flesh that gleamed like crystal, next to slabs of meat that still pulsed with spiritual Qi.

Far overhead, the clash continued where Li family warriors and Azure Cloud Prefecture fighters pinned down the Zhao Clan Ancestor.

On the display, the [Immortal Domain] map revealed just white markers left; these signified the soldiers from the [Friendly Forces] of Azure Cloud Prefecture.

While the household elders stayed entangled in savage warfare, the juniors—Li Xinnian, Nangong Qingya, Su Chen, and Li Zhiheng—didn't possess the strength to join the effort against an Integration cultivator.

Thus, they volunteered to clear the field of remnants.

[Your descendant Li Xinnian inquires about the treatment of Zhao Qingguang.]

Li Wei handed off this thorny issue to Li Zhiheng and the many figures from Azure Cloud Prefecture.

Li Qiukong, from Li Zhiheng’s branch, had fallen to the Zhao clan; hence, he alone held the right to determine the end for the final Zhao survivor.

...

"Cousin, your spirit tablet is shining!"

With Li Zhiheng’s spirit tablet illuminating, Li Zhijing, hailing from the Northern Region, watched with envy filling her face.

She fiddled with the ancestor spirit tablet dangling at her neck and puffed her cheeks.

"I wish my spirit tablet would shine too; that way, I could bring Father to bow before the Old Ancestor."

Li Zhijing had never fully comprehended the sheer might of the Main Family.

Yet in these three months of harsh conflict, the clan had guided all of Azure Cloud Prefecture's cultivators to smash the Zhao clan, unveiling hidden aces one by one.

She'd fought in the Northern Region's wars versus the Demon Race, but those scraps paled beside the Immortal Domain showdown—they were like petty village brawls.

"Hehe, now I'm part of a mighty clan. No more worries about Northern Region City—I could even swagger through the Imperial Capital without a care, hmph!"

As she whispered this, she spotted her cousin Zhiheng and the Immortal Martial lineage kin staying quiet.

Li Zhijing rubbed her head in confusion.

The Immortal Martial lineage differed from her Demon Suppressing branch; they tended to be quiet and avoided idle chatter.

If you quizzed them post-battle on spots for beast fights or gambling stones, they'd draw a blank—they focused solely on cultivation.

She promptly queried, "Cousin, what did the Old Ancestor instruct?"

"The Zhao clansman is ours to handle."

Li Zhiheng guided his kin toward Zhao Qingguang.

Yet as they drew near, they found Zhao Qingguang excavating lumps of frozen blood and flesh from the soil and etching his clansmen's names upon them.

The Immortal Martial lineage members regarded the sight with mixed emotions.

In this conflict, the Immortal Martial branch had been confined to guarding the Zhao family's edges, but they grasped the core events inside the Immortal Domain.

They had also beheld the Immortal Zhao Clan surging undaunted at the Zhao Clan Ancestor, scorning death.

Sensing the Li family's approach, Zhao Qingguang kept his back turned.

He persisted in quietly inscribing his clansmen's names on the hardened blood masses.

His tone carried the chill and isolation of the endless gales in this land.

"That Heart wasn't a blessing from the Heavens to the Old Ancestor; it was a malediction.

Maybe from the instant the Old Ancestor started consuming others' Qi Luck, the wheel of retribution had already turned, dooming our clan to this fate."

"Truth be told, we were all avaricious.

We relished the Qi Luck the Heart plundered.

The Old Ancestor relied on us to gather others' Qi Luck for him.

In time, the Great Demons arrived... but sadly, that purge of our clan was only the start."

"The Old Ancestor thought he regarded us as true family, striving hard to revive us.

But once he savored his descendants' flesh and blood, everything shifted.

Or maybe he never saw soulless descendants as real kin.

Our clansmen altered too; they could've slain the Old Ancestor, but instead schemed to use him.

We were fractured as well."

The biting wind lashed at every face.

Even Li Wei, before his screen, sensed a shiver crawl along his back.

Zhao Qingguang's face showed utter blankness.

"You label them monsters, but haven't I been one too?

I knew ages ago they were dead, yet I held back the truth, letting the Old Ancestor feast on our kin's flesh and blood.

They were plainly gone, yet I hesitated endlessly.

I could've saved the Old Ancestor much earlier, but fear gripped me—fear he'd devour me next.

So I merely watched as they sealed the Old Ancestor away."

"My avarice runs endless; such greed is woven deep into my Zhao clan's blood.

Li Zhiheng, I can't hold it back."

Clang!

Beside them, Li Zhijing drew her longsword.

The girl creased her forehead, but as the blade emerged halfway, Li Zhiheng shoved it back into its sheath.

Li Zhijing's thick brows clenched. "Cousin, this guy..."

Li Zhiheng shook his head.

"He craves death.

All Immortal Zhao Clan members are perished; he's utterly forsaken any desire to live.

Each moment he endures is agony. Still, he won't end it himself.

Those Zhao clansmen gave everything sequentially to preserve him.

Should he chase death now, it'd be the gravest betrayal."

With that, Li Zhiheng spun and guided his kin off.

Upon seeing Li Zhiheng depart, Zhao Qingguang whirled around.

The earlier blankness vanished; tears poured down as he bellowed,

"Kill me! Your family's Li Qiukong perished by my clansmen's hands—avenge him by killing me! Kill me! Kill me..."

His cries faded in volume, slowly devoured by the gale and flurry.

The Immortal Martial lineage stood mute.

Li Zhijing pulled at her cousin, eyes bulging in a fierce stare.

"Cousin, what if he's pretending? I've witnessed it in the Northern Region; outsiders are vile—utterly vile. They can feign any role just to cling to life."

"The Azure Cloud Prefecture's people are all observing. Slaying him here would break our promise, harming the clan's standing needlessly."

Li Zhiheng grinned. "Should the Immortal Zhao Clan ever spark the tiniest disaster in this realm later, I, Li Zhiheng, will wipe them out personally, down to the root."

Across the Immortal Martial lineage, grins spread on every face.