Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 1294: Chapter 1288: Year 1001

[Year 1001]

[After the battle at Grandhaven Prefecture, your family captured the Red Dust Immortal and the Immortal Infant.

Your family has begun to make contact with immortals.

The Red Dust Immortal has brought a massive amount of ancient inheritances to the Three Prefectures and started teaching the methods to deal with immortals.]

[The Southern Frontier has finally found a sliver of hope to survive the great calamity beneath the Blood Moon.]

In Clearpeak Prefecture.

The commoners and major sect factions were evacuating.

Atop an ethereal immortal mountain, cultivators of the Three Prefectures at or above the Nascent Soul realm gathered as closely as possible, while the Red Dust Immortal preached the Dao at the mountain peak.

“Methods to fight against immortals have rarely been passed down to this day.

Because the ancients possessed robust physiques, the techniques they created were exceedingly harsh to cultivate.

To simplify cultivation, later generations streamlined the ancient texts, resulting in the four tiers of techniques: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Common.

Techniques bestowed by the Heavenly Dao are methods of bloodline awakening.”

“The only techniques and cultivation methods strong enough to contend with immortal methods are those at the Heaven tier.”

Hearing this, the Li Clan members present glanced at Li Changsheng.

Back when dealing with the Zhao Clan’s Old Ancestor, Changsheng’s [Human Emperor’s Eye of Authority] had been of immense use.

“What about besides the Heaven tier?”

Even though the massive amount of inheritances brought by the Red Dust Immortal contained many Heaven-tier techniques, Li Dalong’s expression remained grave.

Heaven-tier techniques were incredibly difficult to cultivate. The Blood Moon would reach Azure Cloud Prefecture in two hundred years.

Just look at Changsheng cultivating the Human Emperor’s art—even with Changsheng’s innate talent, how many years had it taken him?

“Bloodlines.” The Red Dust Immortal said,

“Immortals represent the absolute pinnacle of flesh and Spiritual power in the world, yet ancient bloodlines are not inferior in the slightest.

Alternatively, one can transform into a demon, like these friends here.”

The Mad Blood Demon Lord and the Seven Ironclads felt sweat instantly drenching their backs under the gazes cast from all directions.

The Red Dust Immortal waved his hand, his tone solemn.

“Dealing with immortals must be left to Void Refinement and Body Integration mighty figures.

You must at least cultivate a Heaven-tier technique or awaken the ancient bloodlines within your bodies; otherwise, the only path left is to fall into the demonic Dao.”

“The demonic Dao?” Li Dalong’s expression changed slightly.

Although he was a cultivator of the Underworld, he strongly disliked the demonic Dao.

“The cultivators who fought against immortals in the past did exactly that.”

A trace of reminiscence flashed across the Red Dust Immortal’s face.

“Demonic corruption drives a person mad, but it is simultaneously a method to stimulate a cultivator’s ultimate potential, allowing them to push past their limits to the maximum degree and approach immortal methods.

Immortals eat humans; demons are born from humans eating humans. It is inherently humans imitating immortals.

Therefore, immortals prevented humans from imitating them, and ever since then, demonic cultivators have been treated like pests.”

“Once a person becomes a demon, it is incredibly difficult to revert.” Li Yaotie frowned, looking at his seven children.

Back then, these seven children had almost completely lost their souls. It was the Fourth Child who saved them, costing many years and a massive amount of karmic luck.

The Thunder Fire Demon Cave harbored many demonic cultivators, but they were far from reaching the level of true demons.

Becoming a demon entails a complete alteration of both flesh and soul.

The Red Dust Immortal fell silent for a long time.

Seeing the complex gazes of everyone present, he already knew their decision.

Humans would never give up their final hope; he simply didn’t wish to expose it.

“Or, you can cultivate my immortal methods. When techniques reach their absolute limit, one can become an immortal.”

The Red Dust Immortal looked at the pairs of resolute eyes. “Before the Blood Moon arrives, let me see exactly how far you all can go.”

…

From the Red Dust Immortal, even Li Wei benefited immensely.

[From the secret archives of history recorded by the Red Dust Immortal, you obtained the ancient Heaven-tier technique “Chaos Spirit-Pointing Art”.

It can gather all rule-based Spiritual power within the body into a single point, using the method to shatter the Dao.]

Just this one technique surpassed Li Wei’s “Tai Chi – Yin-Yang Detonation”.

This technique gathered Spiritual power at the fingertip—wherever he pointed, it detonated.

Coupled with the technique ‘A Single Thought’, it could practically be cast instantly, unlike the ‘Yin-Yang Detonation’, which wasted Spiritual power.

Ancestor Lan, Yunlin, and he all made a copied imprint of this method.

Li Wei tested it out.

With this method, even if he faced Linghu Xian again, combined with a sneak attack and the convergence of his various rules, instantly obliterating Linghu Xian wasn’t entirely impossible.

However, it still required cultivation, and this method consumed a massive amount of energy.

[After conversing with the Red Dust Immortal for three days, he was astounded to learn that your Dao method is Tai Chi, which is actually a supreme rule.

Currently, your Dao method embodies the ‘Myriad Phenomena’ within Tai Chi. Once the Myriad Phenomena divide into ‘Yin and Yang’, you will achieve Dao-Comprehending.

It is expected that if you enter the Dao-Comprehending realm and complete Yin and Yang, you will fear nothing at the Dao-Integration realm or even the Half-Step Mahayana realm.]

[In ancient times, there were those who cultivated space and time. The Red Dust Immortal gifted you the ancient texts recording their paths.]

“Those who successfully cultivated time have long since traversed the past and future. As supreme beings, their Dao path has been completely cut off.”

“Those who successfully cultivated space shelter the world, fusing into one with the Heavenly Dao.”

These two Daos had evidently been completely cut off.

Li Wei suddenly understood; no wonder the cultivators of the world could never leap outside the bounds of the world.

However, the Red Dust Immortal said that even outside the world, there was absolutely nothing. If there was, it would just be immortals exactly like them.

“Then what about in my world?”

Li Wei looked dazed. The deeper he cultivated, the more terrified he became—so terrified that he didn’t dare to return to his world, to return to Earth.

In his hands were two ancient texts.

[The Time Immortal transcends the mortal realm, traversing ancient times and the present.

I record the traces of this immortal; within my Red Dust realm, he could have come from yesterday, today, or tomorrow…]

[The Spatial practitioner traverses heaven and earth, using themselves as space; wherever their thought reaches becomes the soil beneath their feet…]

It turned out the Red Dust Immortal had always been keeping a close eye on everything within his domain.

This old immortal was practically a living history book.

The records in the two ancient texts were more than enough to inspire Li Wei, allowing his rules of time and space to make progress.

Li Wei began his secluded cultivation. Subsequently, he instructed his descendants to cultivate diligently and prepare for the battle two hundred years later.

He faintly sensed that once he fully comprehended some of the rules of time and space, aside from his combat power soaring, upon returning to Earth, he should also be able to uncover the secrets of this computer, the villa district, and this world.

His heart was filled with boundless doubts.

“Boom!”

This was the Underworld. In the sunless depths of the Underworld, the deafening roar of fierce ghosts doing battle resounded.

Li Dalong and Xu Cuihua sat atop the Heavenly Coffin.

Beneath them were ghost-path generals like Xuan Tianzi and the Soul Duke, actively expanding his territory for him.

“Master, we have fought our way to the fourth layer of Hell. Shall we continue downward?” Accompanied by the ringing of bells, the little zombie Xuan Tianzi approached.

“Fight. Fight to the very end of Hell.”

Li Dalong was calm and breezy. He had already sensed that besides himself in Hell, there was only one other entity—one who mastered the Dao of Slaughter.

That entity was a true king. Paradoxically, at the ultimate pinnacle of the Dao of Slaughter, there existed an aura of boundless peace.

Li Dalong had encountered him only once; the man remarked that he had slaughtered too many, was weary of being hunted by others, and now sought only to kill himself.

In such a chaotic era, Li Dalong felt it best not to disturb this person. Just from that single glance, even Li Dalong, who had seen much of the world, felt his blood run cold.

In this abandoned Hell, ordinary people coming here would merely be seeking death, and Body Integration realm cultivators would be polluted by the nether qi, suffering harm with no benefit.

Instead, it had become his absolute domain.

The Underworld’s cycle of reincarnation had seemingly become a dusty, forgotten history, only passed down by word of mouth in the outside world.

Li Dalong had only heard from the Red Dust Immortal that the Underworld was once jointly controlled by several immortals in order to consume the memories, pain, and hopes of living beings.

There used to be so-called Yama Kings and Bodhisattvas, and the eighteen layers of Hell had their own rules.

In reality, they were all puppets of the immortals, existing merely to satiate the immortals’ appetites.

Later, the Human Race slaughtered the immortals and invaded the Underworld. The cycle of reincarnation fell into the hands of a certain individual.

Mastering reincarnation was equivalent to becoming immortal and imperishable, trapped in eternal self-reincarnation.

“Cuihua, we couldn’t keep the Fox Saint this time we went out, you…”

Li Dalong glanced at his wife. Since returning from Grandhaven Prefecture, Xu Cuihua had been sullen and depressed.

“It’s not exactly that I miss my master.”

Xu Cuihua’s words surprised Li Dalong slightly.

Xu Cuihua said,

“The passage of time has been too long; I have seen through many things. Everyone has their own goals for living.

These goals we live and fight for are our paths; those who walk different paths cannot lay plans together.

Regarding our respective goals, even if my master had tried to kill me, I could understand.”

“Then why are you…?” Li Dalong raised an eyebrow.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have overthought things in Grandhaven Prefecture; he would have just smashed the Fox Saint with his coffin. He had been too careless.

“I’m just thinking about the Blood Moon.”

Li Dalong frowned inwardly; he knew his wife was lying to him.

Xu Cuihua fell into a heavy silence, her slender fingers absentmindedly stroking the spatial ring adorning her hand.

Over the turbulent years, she had successfully broken through her bloodline realm. The Nine-Tailed Demon Fox bloodline was the absolute pinnacle of charm and illusion.

However, with the apocalyptic descent of the Blood Moon, she felt an overwhelming urgency to take a step further.

She had taken a trip to see the Red Dust Immortal and learned about various ancient demon saints throughout history.

Records regarding the Fox Tribe were exceedingly rare; the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox was widely considered the absolute final evolution.

To ascend and become a saint meant shattering those innate bloodline shackles. While shortcuts existed in demonic evolution, having forced her way to her current state, she had practically exhausted every last drop of her innate potential.

Attempting to take even half a step further would be a desperate plunge into near-certain death.

“It’s alright, Cuihua. Leave everything to me. Leave the Blood Moon to me, too; you don’t need to worry.”

Li Dalong saw through Xu Cuihua’s thoughts and smiled. “Don’t forget, I am the final hope of our Green Valley Village.”

Xu Cuihua burst into a giggle. Through all the turbulent years, they actually seemed to be growing younger as they lived.

Li Dalong truly was the final hope.

Even Li Wei, as the Old Ancestor, had to marvel at the current strength and potential of Li Dalong, the descendant who had followed him from the very beginning!

[Your descendant Li Dalong, through the Blood Sea, did not imitate Shen Wu in breaking through to the Body Integration realm.]

[By blanketing his Dao Gate with the ‘Boundless Blood Sea,’ devouring the flesh and ghost souls within the Underworld, manipulating all zombies, and utilizing his identity as an Underworld king, he mobilized the nether qi of the abandoned Underworld to push open the Dao Gate.]

[Acquired: Blood Sea Dao Path (The Dao of the Blood Sea that separates life from death.)]

[Using the Blood Sea as a foundation, and Underworld entities like fierce ghosts, zombies, and nether souls as auxiliaries, he reproduced Underworld Offices through his Underworld king identity, obtaining the final karmic luck of the Underworld to break open his Dao path.]

[Acquired Trait: Blood Sea Patriarch. Combat power increases tenfold within the Underworld. Protected by the Underworld, he can command the fierce ghosts of the Underworld.]

[Acquired Trait: The Final King of the Underworld]

[The man who broke through to Body Integration via the Underworld has inherited everything of the Underworld, becoming its final ruler.

During his years in the Underworld, he will receive the Underworld’s inheritance. The final karmic luck of the Underworld is gradually transforming his body into a ‘Yama King’ physique.]

[The Capital of the Underworld awaits him.]

Atop the Heavenly Coffin, Li Dalong followed the Underworld army, heading toward the very end of the Underworld.

The arrival of the Blood Moon also filled him with anxiety.

He could even sense that after his trip to Grandhaven Prefecture, where his body had been tainted by the immortal qi of the Red Dust Immortal, the Underworld itself was resonating with fury.

It seemed the immortals were also enemies of the Underworld.

The entire Underworld was impatiently funneling karmic luck into him, transforming his body.

Furthermore.

Li Dalong closed his eyes, feeling everything within the Heavenly Coffin. He had opened the seventh layer of the Heavenly Coffin.

Within the seventh layer lay the technique inheritance of the former Mahayana expert, Shen Wu—

Myriad Corpses Immortal-Severing Array!

Beside the technique inheritance lay handwriting that Shen Wu had preserved from ancient times to this day.

[Use with caution, for under this technique of mine, even gods and immortals will die a miserable death.]

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