Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 550: This Is Azure Cloud Region

”Yin-Yang Diagram, shatter the Myriad Laws!”

High in the sky, the North Star Spirit-Breaking Spear manifested.

A hundred spiritual formations bloomed from thin air, each bearing the shape of a Yin-Yang Diagram. From these diagrammatic formations, phantoms of the North Star Spirit-Breaking Spear manifested and rained down, as brilliant as falling stars.

This was the Primordial Spirit Techniques that Li Wei had comprehended over the past hundred years through his mastery of countless other techniques, the Yin-Yang Meteor.

Every single Yin-Yang Diagram formation possessed the full measure of his own spiritual power and could likewise shatter the Myriad Laws.

It was a spear technique that integrated trapping formations and killing formations into one, capable of even breaking space itself.

The Li Wei of today was already able to manifest in this world for a full two hours.

Cost: 200 points of Family Will!

However, even a Primordial Spirit Technique like this, with its hundred spears striking as one, was utterly useless. As Lin Wudao unleashed the pearl in his hand, it repelled every last one of the Yin-Yang Meteorʼs spiritual formations.

The pearl in Lin Wudaoʼs hand was, unexpectedly, also a supreme-grade Dharma Treasure.

This guy... the number of Primordial Spirit Techniques he possessed was as vast as the number of his Domains.

”Monster!”

With an inward curse, Li Wei vanished from his spot.

In the short span of an hour, the members of the Li family were already utterly exhausted.

”Ah!”

A Nascent Soul cultivator who had come as reinforcement, while still outside the main battlefield, was nonetheless blasted to smithereens by a single spiritual technique from Lin Wudao, letting out one final, agonizing scream.

Li Kuanghuaʼs figure appeared beside him, the Buddha-Demon Disc hovering at her back.

She had intended to save him, but it was far too late. Li Kuanghua could only grit her teeth and vanish in an instant, attacking with the Buddha-Demon Disc.

Li Wei unleashed another Yin-Yang Meteor, his expression ice-cold as he scanned his surroundings.

Now, besides the members of their own Li family, reinforcements were arriving one after another!

Joining the battlefield were two Divinity Transformation experts and three Nascent Soul cultivators, brought by Xu Cuihua from the Fox Clan.

Prince Feiheng had also dispatched three people to provide aid.

But... That was all. Far more numerous were the onlookers.

The Grand Tutorʼs command, sent from the Northern Border, had no effect whatsoever.

.....

”Cowards! Trash! Scum! When I ascend the imperial throne, I swear I will execute all nine generations of your clans! The men will be made slaves, the women prostitutes! I will ensure that your descendants, for all eternity, can never rise again!”

A full hour later, Qilin Mountain had long since been razed flat by the great battle.

Prince Feiheng stared intently at the events unfolding on Qilin Mountain.

He could feel countless gazes fixed upon it, as more and more Nascent Soul and Divinity Transformation stage cultivators gathered in the surroundings.

This Eternal Sun Prefecture, such a rich and prosperous land, has never lacked for Nascent Soul or Divinity Transformation stage masters.

At the very least, its Seven Great Clans and other top-tier factions all have Divinity Transformation level experts.

Even if they donʼt, they still possess hidden cards passed down through the generations, sufficient to contend with those at the Divinity Transformation realm.

Take the True Yang Academy, for example.

They are all scholars, their mouths full of talk of benevolence, righteousness, and morality. Yet they linger just 5 miles away from Prince Feiheng, hesitating, unwilling to commit.

Then there is the Divine Dao Sect; a thousand of their cultivators arrived, but their Sect Master took only a single glance, bowed towards Lin Wudao from a great distance, then turned and left without a word.

And even that Buddhist Temple, those bald monks merely chanted something, then heaved a long sigh, and postured as if helpless.

Instead, it was the merchant clan, the Nangong family of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, whose Divinity Transformation Old Ancestor actually charged into the battlefield.

It turned out that Region Prince Jiang of Azure Cloud Region had paid them a great price...

”They are all just fence-sitters.”

Prince Xingyu gritted his teeth, all his previous wariness of the Li family forgotten.

”Theyʼre still thinking that if they just donʼt provoke Tian Xing, great disaster wonʼt befall them,” he seethed. ”They donʼt even dare to destroy Tian Xingʼs spiritual formations. Itʼs the common people who die, not them!”

The rise and fall of the Imperial Dynasty had nothing to do with people like these.

In their eyes, the two princes saw only the indifference of those who care for nothing but their own well-being.

”In all this vast Eternal Sun Prefecture, there is not a single righteous soul.”

Prince Feiheng seemed to deflate, all the fight gone out of him. These people just sat by and watched, and it made his face turn ashen.

”If everyone in Eternal Sun Prefecture advanced together, I refuse to believe we couldnʼt stop Tian Xing,” he murmured, his voice trailing off in despair. ”But they...”

But just then, Prince Feiheng froze.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

That was not the sound of explosions; it was the unified rhythm of marching feet!

In the distance, an army of three hundred thousand advanced. It was the Azure Cloud Region Army!

One hundred and fifty thousand black-armored cultivators charged forward, every last one clad in black armor, each carrying three long spears and a giant bow.

Even as they advanced, a volley of ten thousand arrows was already unleashed, soaring towards Tian Xing! At their waists hung feathered arrows, but the fletching on those arrows... they were talismans.

High above them flew one hundred thousand sword-riding cultivators.

Their hands formed intricate seals as one hundred thousand Common artifacts and Spirit artifacts coalesced into a massive formation, blasting towards Tian Xing!

Region Prince Jiang sat upon his levitating throne, his gaze locked deadly upon Tian Xing on the battlefield.

”Masters of Azure Cloud Region, lend me your strength to Slay Tian Xing!”

”Yes!”

Scarcely had Jiang Chenghuanʼs voice faded.

From all directions, responding roars echoed as immense spiritual power flared up everywhere!

”This is...”

Prince Feihengʼs heart, which had been like dead ashes, was suddenly rekindled. Blood began to surge madly through his veins.

High above Qilin Mountain, figure after figure materialized.

”Heavenly Light Secret technique! Asura, manifest!”

The Spirit Qi of Heaven and Earth coalesced into a golden Asura, shimmering with brilliant light as it charged into the battlefield.

It was Wang Jinhu, rushing here from the Heavenly Light Sect!

”Suppression!”

Mountain after mountain materialized, floating in the air to press down on the war-god-like Lin Wudao, as Daoist Shanchenʼs black robes whipped loudly in the sky.

A phantom of light and shadow appeared as a lone figure threw a spectral punch, personally charging into the heart of the battlefield, fierce and fearless of death.

He roared, ”The people of Eternal Sun Prefecture are all cowards, timid as mice! I, Ye Xiu, am ashamed to be counted among you! Masters of Azure Cloud, today we will show them what it truly means to be a person of Azure Cloud!”

At this moment.

The entire battlefield was almost completely drowned in the spiritual power of the Azure Cloud Region cultivators.

”Azure Cloud... This is Azure Cloud Region!”

Prince Feihengʼs face was wreathed in joy as he watched the scene unfold.

Cultivators from the Azure Cloud region were arriving in a continuous, unending stream, appearing from all directions!

He saw the sect sigil of the Ghost Eye Sect as tens of thousands of their black-robed cultivators formed an array in the sky. A great Gate of the Netherworld swung open, and a million ghosts charged into the battlefield.

The Black Tortoise Sect summoned the phantom of a divine tortoise; it stood firm upon the earth, and atop its shell, an old man radiated the might of a Divinity Transformation expert.

And the Feng Royal Mansion, their four Old Ancestors appeared, Feng Chunlin, wielding his sword like the wind itself...

For over a hundred years, the Azure Cloud region had been locked in ceaseless war, both large and small, with the Wu Clan.

They were like a sword that had been constantly polished and nurtured by battle.

Besides the Jiang familyʼs Old Ancestor, they had even concealed three other Divinity Transformation cultivators.

Today, they no longer concealed an iota of their strength.

While the factions of Eternal Sun Prefecture were acting like turtles pulling their heads into their shells, the people of Azure Cloud charged onto the battlefield!

”The people of Azure Cloud!”

Prince Feiheng let out a great laugh. If in the past he had encountered a power like that of Azure Cloud, he would have surely been filled with wariness.

But now, he only hoped that the people of Azure Cloud were even stronger!

”Twelfth Brother, what are you doing?!!”

Xingyu, who was beside Prince Feiheng, had his expression change drastically.

His Twelfth Brother had unexpectedly unleashed the full might of his Divinity Transformation spiritual power and, wielding a Dharma Treasure, had personally charged into the battlefield!

How could a man of his noble position do such a thing?

”Hmph!”

Prince Feiheng turned his head, glancing only once at his younger brother.

His deep, powerful voice carried across the entirety of Eternal Sun Prefecture, ”Donʼt think for a moment I canʼt see through the petty schemes of you people from Eternal Sun Prefecture. If This Prince manages to survive this day, This Prince will let you know precisely why the world says I am unreasonable and tyrannical!!!”

”This...”

As these words were spoken, the faces of all the onlookers from Eternal Sun Prefecture changed drastically. But after a moment of observation, they still did not dare to move an inch.

From the sky, a bald monk chanted.

”Amitabha,” and said, ”We of the Buddhist Path do not meddle in worldly affairs. Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life.

Tian Xing has been in our Eternal Sun Prefecture for many years, yet has not harmed us in the slightest.

Now, he is merely contending with the Heavens; what reason have we to make an enemy of him? Prince Feiheng must be joking.”

Upon hearing the monkʼs words, the people of Eternal Sun Prefecture all silently agreed.

Look at how powerful that Tian Xing is! Even if they were to join the fight, their chances of victory would be slim. And even if Tian Xing were to be defeated, Prince Feiheng is not the Human Emperor.

The heavens are high, and the emperor is far away; what could anyone truly do to them?

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