Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 816: The Three Families, Six Sects and The Four Great Powers

”Ghost Eye Sect, activate the formation! Open the Gates of the Underworld!”

”Hmm? Moon... Moon God???”

On the chaotic battlefield, Old Ancestor Tianye once again employed the technique he had used years ago on the Wu Clan Battlefield, commanding his sect disciples to summon the Gates of the Underworld.

Evil ghosts of the Underworld charged out, a hundred times more powerful than before.

However, upon seeing a familiar figure step out from the Gate of the Underworld, he pulled the black cloth covering his eyes down to the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

He wasnʼt quite sure. He looked again.

Yes, that zombie—who looked remarkably like the Moon God usually seen beside Brother Dalong—rolled her eyes at him.

She then led the evil ghosts of the Underworld to charge toward the enemy Spirit Controllers.

Old Ancestor Tianye looked at the sect elder with a grave expression.

”Send disciples to search. The Immortal Zhao Clan possesses a powerful Illusionist; I just fell victim to their technique.”

As the disciple departed to carry out the order, Old Ancestor Tianye turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

He saw Xuanji, the new Sect Master of the Black Turtle Sect, forming an array with his disciples to shield their friendly Azure Cloud forces from the techniques raining down from the sky.

Wu Yazi, the new Sect Master of the Litian Sect, was truly extraordinary.

As he led the Skyveil Sect in battle formation to slaughter the enemy, it was clear that the disciples of the Skyveil Sect were the fiercest and most dauntless of them all.

The cultivators of Longevity Mountain excelled in elemental techniques of every kind, decimating enemies from a distance.

The members of the Artifact Sect provided support with their weapons and Spirit Tools.

Under the leadership of Ye Xiu, the disciples of the Myriad Arts Sect relied on their tyrannical physiques to rampage through the enemy lines.

There was also Hundred Treasure Mountain, Azure Phoenix Mountain, the Azure Cloud Pavilion... countless forces from the Azure Cloud Region were locked in combat.

Without anyone realizing it, they had grown strong enough to contend against an ancient power with such deep foundations as the Immortal Zhao Clan.

The Great War against the Wu Clan was a distant memory, yet the major sects of the Azure Cloud Region had never once slackened in the centuries since.

The Azure Cloud Region was now thousands of times more prosperous than before, yet they had not discarded the ”savagery” that outsiders had attributed to them centuries ago.

”Kill!” A roar echoed from the distance.

Old Ancestor Tianye looked over, a faint smile emerging at the corner of his mouth.

He saw the four great powers of the Azure Cloud Prefecture—the Nangong family, Red Star Fort, Great Ming King Temple, and True Yang Faction—charging out from the darkness, seizing the opportunity to storm into the Immortal Domain.

The warrior monks of the Great Ming King Temple wielded staves, wooden fishes, and bronze bells.

The brilliant light of their Buddhist Dharma filled Old Ancestor Tianye with a sense of revulsion, yet he knew that while one might call these old monks hypocritical, one could never call them weak.

Aside from the Li family and the Hall of Heavenly Principles, this Buddhist sect remained the most powerful force in the entire Azure Cloud Prefecture.

The people of Red Star Fort excelled in the use of hidden weapons.

A group of figures clad in black vanished into the darkness; having adopted the Primordial Red Leaves of the Li Family as essential treasures, they were indeed worthy of being called the most despicable force in the entire Azure Cloud Region.

The True Yang Faction had the fewest personnel, simply because Literary Cultivation is difficult to achieve.

Suddenly, the sound of clear, resonant reading rose in the night.

The two great literary masterpieces of the Dao, ”Four Seasons” and ”Mountains and Rivers,” had already been included as mandatory classics at the True Yang Faction.

The scholars summoned the spiritual power of the four seasons to fend off enemies and used the weight of mountains and rivers to suppress them.

On the other hand, the Nangong Family had the most cultivators.

Prior to this battle, Nangong Xianliu had exhausted his familyʼs wealth to hire a massive number of cultivators from the Azure Cloud Prefecture to sell their lives for him.

Boom!

Suddenly, Old Ancestor Tianyeʼs expression changed.

He saw that people from the Duravia Trade Prefecture Immortal City had also arrived.

Yet, in a direction separate from the forces of the Duravia Trade Prefecture Immortal City, fleet after fleet of Spirit Boats appeared.

Radiating from them were the auras of numerous Demonic Cultivators and Evil Cultivators—roughly thirty thousand of them in total!

Old Ancestor Tianye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; he had initially assumed these were reinforcements hired by the Zhao Clan.

Among these heinous criminals of unknown origin, one Spirit Boat stood out conspicuously.

Li Xinnian, the Head of the Li Family, was standing side by side with Nangong Qingya.

The entire Immortal Martial Lineage of the Li family stood behind them.

”Go. After this battle, I do not wish to see a single member of the Zhao Clan remaining in the lands of the two Prefectures.”

As Li Xinnian dropped his raised hand, thirty thousand Demonic and Evil Cultivators grinned hideously and charged into the Zhao Clanʼs territory from the rear!

Old Ancestor Tianye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead again.

”No wonder... no wonder the South Sea has been so restless lately.”

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”Kuanghua!”

”Big Brother!”

Two figures converged on the battlefield.

By this time, Li Kuanghua had already transformed into a ten-meter-tall giant, his muscles knotted and bulging.

The Buddha-Demon Disc acted like tentacles, slaughtering enemies across the battlefield.

Li Kuangren had also arrived, transforming into a golden giant ape that radiated immense pressure.

He, too, stood ten meters tall—this was the manifestation of his Golden Ape Bloodline.

In this state, the two members of the ”Kuang” generation were veritable gods of death on the battlefield, their physiques terrifyingly powerful.

The Golden Ape King wielded a giant sword, slashing wildly.

A savage grin played upon his simian face as he looked down at the tiny figures on the ground, who seemed like mere ants.

He rampaged with even greater madness.

”No wonder you enjoy Body Cultivation so much! Fighting with a physique like this feels absolutely wonderful!”

”Big Brother, do you see that Zhao Clan Divinity Transformation cultivator?”

Li Kuanghua slammed his fists together, his face covered in demonic patterns.

He raised his head to look at a Zhao Clan Divinity Transformation cultivator in the sky.

”Letʼs see which of us can kill him first!”

”Good!” Li Kuangren shouted and leaped into the air.

On the ground, Ye Xiu, who had just pulverized a cultivator with a single punch, watched this with eyes shining brightly.

”Disciple! Kuangren! Wait for me!”

As the three Divinity Transformation experts charged, the Zhao Clan cultivatorʼs expression turned grim.

However, hearing a roar from behind, he saw a massive, two-horned Flood Dragon blocking his retreat.

”He is mine!!!”

Far away in the sky, aboard a Spirit Boat, Li Tianyue, who was commanding the battlefield, looked at the friendly forces surging in from all directions.

She could not stop a stinging sensation from rising in her nose.

Her son, Liu Wuhuan, stood right beside her. He looked much older than Li Tianyue.

Seeing his motherʼs eyes reddening, he could not help but ask anxiously, ”Mother, what is the matter?”

Li Tianyue shook her head and sighed deeply.

”It is nothing. I am just deeply moved. My Li Clan has endured calamities for so long; every battle we fought was incredibly difficult.

”I spent a hundred years on the Duskwild Prefecture battlefield.

Upon returning home, I find the family has grown to such an extent.

To think that there would come a day when we could fight our enemies and crush them like dry weeds.”

”Yes. After this battle, our clan will surely ascend to new heights.”

Li Xinghuo let out a long breath.

With a wave of his hand, a Nine-Headed Ghost Lion trod upon the air and floated before him.

He leaped onto its back, and the Ghost Lion stepped through the void, charging into the battlefield.

He bellowed, ”Members of the Asura Army, follow me to kill the enemy!”

”Sir!”

From the Spirit Boat, the entire Asura Army entered the fray.

Li Tianyue was unwilling to be left behind either; wielding twin swords, she charged into the fray.

This battle no longer required her command—in terms of both numbers and strength, they were completely crushing the Immortal Zhao Clan!