Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 1227: Chapter 1221: You’ve Fallen Into A Trap

Finally arriving inside Ba Siyu’s cloud-like Dharma Treasure, Li Wei exhaled a long sigh of relief.

However, the moment his feet touched down, several soldiers of the Western Frontier sensed the suffocating aura of this figure shrouded in black mist, their faces instantly draining of color in sheer terror.

“M-My Lord.”

Trembling, they fell to their knees one by one.

Sweeping the perimeter with his divine sense, Li Wei entirely ignored the groveling soldiers.

Relying purely on his overwhelming aura, combined with the fact that these grunts couldn’t discern if he was friend or foe, his status as an almighty figure allowed him to do as he pleased here.

This was the very heart of Ba Siyu’s lair.

The Li Clan had tangled with Ba Siyu for so long that they had thoroughly mapped out his personal habits and hoarding tendencies.

One could always plunder something valuable from his stronghold, and even if it was barren, thoroughly disgusting Ba Siyu by raiding it would be well worth the detour.

But at that very moment, Li Wei’s expression drastically shifted.

“Clang!”

The cultivators beside him had actually summoned their Dharma Treasures.

With mere Foundation Establishment realm cultivation, how dared they launch a sneak attack against a dignified mighty figure?

The twenty-odd cultivators, who moments ago were paralyzed by terror, suddenly bore rabid, bloodshot eyes.

A chaotic barrage of Dharma Artifacts, Spirit Artifacts, and lethal talismans came raining down on Li Wei, yet they couldn’t even cause a single ripple against his protective qi shield.

“Are you out of your minds?” Li Wei was genuinely stunned.

Even when Tianming back home was at his most unhinged, he wouldn’t pull something this suicidal.

Even if the Seven Ironclads were truly unkillable, they wouldn’t act this recklessly against a superior realm.

With a casual wave of his sleeve, Li Wei reduced the attackers to fine ash.

Yet the doubt in his eyes only deepened, for more and more chaotic auras were charging toward him fearlessly, completely disregarding the absolute certainty of their deaths.

“Utterly bizarre.”

Li Wei cast his gaze toward the Blood Moon.

Suddenly, he sensed Min Tiange’s Dao method rapidly approaching from the distance, its oppressive majesty growing exponentially.

Min Tiange hadn’t acted recklessly before during the chase, yet now that Li Wei had infiltrated this military camp, the pursuer was suddenly consumed by an anxious frenzy.

“No, that’s not right at all.” Li Wei paused, a frown creasing his face.

He lowered his head, averting his eyes from the sky, and Min Tiange’s surging aura immediately weakened.

He looked back up to stare at the Blood Moon, and Min Tiange’s aura violently surged in response.

It functioned exactly like some twisted, metaphysical switch.

“???”

Li Wei didn’t waste any more time analyzing the phenomenon. He immediately plunged deeper into Ba Siyu’s lair; whether the loot was peerless or garbage, he would sweep it all into his pockets first.

Shortly after, he perched atop an artificial rockery in the courtyard. Min Tiange was raging outside the formation, while he sat comfortably inside.

He cast a glance at the Blood Moon, and Min Tiange’s aura flared; he lowered his head, and Min Tiange’s aura subsided.

Stare at the Blood Moon: erupt; lower head: subside; raise head: erupt; lower head: subside…

Glancing back at the rabid cultivators still continuously throwing their lives away to reach him, Li Wei waved his hand, conjuring the Void Refinement technique ‘Mirror’ in the space before him.

Connecting the dots between the Blood Moon, these crazed cultivators, the anomaly of Zhou Chengli that Yunlin had mentioned, and the underground array veins currently guarded by Tianyue…

Li Wei stared into the bloodshot, manic eyes of the cultivators. It was as if they had been infected by some cosmic plague, deeply reminding Li Wei of Li Dalong’s mindless zombies.

The difference was that zombies were already dead, whereas these people were very much alive.

…

“Boom!”

A short while later, a deafening explosion shattered the sky ahead.

The war-torn Western Frontier bloomed with a rare, devastating firework of Spiritual power, casting another brilliant color against the backdrop of the Blood Moon.

The aura of the Li Clan’s Old Ancestor vanished completely from the borders of the Western Frontier.

Ba Siyu stared out toward the border of the Western Frontier with an apocalyptic expression. “You plague-ridden old bastard!!!”

A month later.

Outside the Western Frontier, just beyond the edge where the Blood Moon’s crimson radiance touched, lay the remaining half of Deston Prefecture that had not yet been polluted by its light.

Li Wei stood cleanly outside the Western Frontier, while within the corrupted half of Deston Prefecture stood a dense, suffocating sea of cultivators.

Millions of eyes stared fixedly at Li Wei through the crimson haze, making his scalp go numb.

Their expressions were a blend of fanaticism and violent paranoia, treating Li Wei as a mortal enemy they were compelled to butcher—exactly like those crazed cultivators he had encountered in Ba Siyu’s lair.

During this past month.

Not only had Li Wei thoroughly ransacked Ba Siyu’s lair, but he had also been locked in continuous, high-stakes Spiritual power battles with Min Tiange.

Locked in a lethal cycle of pursuit and escape, he had effectively toured the entirety of the territory permeated by the Blood Moon.

In doing so, he had borne witness to the state of the people trapped within the Western Frontier.

Back when the Li Clan held dominion in the Western Frontier, such a nightmarish phenomenon had never occurred.

Or perhaps it had been secretly festering all along, and it wasn’t until today, driven by the urgency of cornering Li Wei, that they were forced to expose this twisted method to trap him.

Visible even to the naked eye, the Blood Moon’s domain crept forward by another inch, its corruption spreading across the land with imperceptible persistence.

Among the infected horde stood an old acquaintance of the Li Clan, Mr. Zhou Chengli, who stared at Li Wei with a gaze brimming with a horrifying mix of pity and blind rage.

Mr. Zhou, Ba Siyu, He Qianxia, and the other elites seemed slightly less mindless than the foot soldiers, but they all shared one absolute restriction: none of them could take a single step beyond the area illuminated by the Blood Moon.

Min Tiange stood confidently at the very vanguard of the horde.

He exhibited no trace of anger over the exhausting month-long pursuit; his face still bore that same, aloof smile.

“It appears you have finalized your choice on behalf of the Li Clan. I will come to collect you all when the Blood Moon fully descends upon the world.”

“The Dao Seed isn’t inside your body at all; it’s up there in the sky.”

Li Wei’s casual observation caused Min Tiange’s arrogant expression to instantly freeze.

Li Wei looked up at the Blood Moon, deliberately flipping that metaphorical switch one last time.

Today, the Blood Moon’s crimson hue was thicker and more suffocating than ever, perfectly mirroring the bloodshot eyes of the mindless cultivators trapped beneath it.

A sudden memory flashed through Li Wei’s mind—the Zhao clansmen who had been subjugated by the Heavenly Dao Divine Heart, and the sickening rhythm of that violently beating organ.

He looked at his pursuer with pity. “Little Min, you’ve fallen into a trap.”

With a disappointed shake of his head, he finally turned his back and walked away.

From behind him came Min Tiange’s hollow, indifferent laughter. “You cannot escape. The entire world cannot escape.”

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