Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 1223: Chapter 1217: Changing Everything

“I think you’ve guessed the mechanics wrong, however,” Zhou Chengli smiled faintly.

His scholarly aura pulsed radiantly golden, a stark contrast against the crimson wash of the moon.

“We harbor Dao Seeds, yes, but that does not mean we are mindless puppets manipulated by Min Tiange. The Dao Seed is simply the tether that links us inextricably together, aligning us toward the exact same goal.”

“To destroy the Imperial Dynasty?” Li Yunlin’s expression shifted.

It made sense; every single person he had ever met bearing a Dao Seed harbored a deep, natural resentment toward the ruling empire.

“The Imperial Dynasty is rotting from the inside out. It is a cesspit of deception and treachery—Bi Shihu, Yun Manlou, the Dusheng Nunnery, Ba Siyu…”

Zhou Chengli’s face radiated a terrifying magnanimity.

“I stood by Ba Siyu’s side for tens of thousands of years. I served as his military advisor, analyzing his every move.

A true scholar strives to benefit all under heaven, but Ba Siyu? A so-called mighty figure of merit? He does nothing but slumber.

No matter how the world burns, he turns a blind eye. He claims to be a saint, so why should he trouble his elevated mind over the suffering of mere ants?”

“This great war in the Western Frontier has raged for a century, and only when the nation was pushed to the absolute brink of annihilation did this ‘saint of merit’ finally deign to move.

I thought there was still hope for this world.”

“But here in the Western Frontier, all I witnessed was the endless weighing of pros and cons. Ba Siyu cares only for his Dao of Merit.

Everyone else does nothing but salivate over Min Tiange’s karmic opportunities.

The elites who flocked to Deston Prefecture didn’t come to save lives; they came to pillage fortune. They have no concept of a nation, no love for the world in their hearts.

Even our esteemed Crown Prince and the mighty figures of the Capital care only for their own skins.

This desperate war for the survival of the Human Race? To them, it is nothing more than a political chessboard—a bloody game played to further their ascension on the Dao path.”

“That is our grand Imperial Dynasty.”

Zhou Chengli exhaled a long, heavy breath, as if releasing centuries of exhaustion.

“I realized that this decaying corpse of an empire will only drag us all down into depravity.

The high and mighty play safely with their chess pieces, while those beneath them run themselves ragged, bleeding out in the mud for their masters’ amusement.

They are deaf to the wailing of the common people; they are blind to the rivers of soldiers’ blood.

The people of this world are powerless, forced to resign themselves to the meat grinder.”

“There must be something capable of tearing it all down and changing everything.”

Li Yunlin’s brow furrowed so deeply it ached.

He couldn’t align his logic with the madness Zhou Chengli was spouting, but the sheer conviction behind the words profoundly shook him.

He had spent his entire life cultivating the Dao. He had been physically locked in cages more than once.

Yet now, staring at the scholar, he realized that the people wandering freely outside were the ones truly trapped in invisible prisons.

“And have you found this ‘something’?”

“I will.”

Zhou Chengli stretched out his free hand, palm open to the crimson sky.

His voice remained eerily serene, yet it trembled with a suppressed, apocalyptic madness.

“Join us, Li Yunlin. We will search for it together. The Spear Saint used to say a bitch sits on the dragon throne, and that bitch is merely using our Peerless Hall.

But one day soon, we will cleanse this filthy world and forge an infinitely more glorious Imperial Dynasty.”

“And what about the Spear Saint?” The Skyveil Hall artifact in Li Yunlin’s hand began spinning wildly, humming with volatile energy.

“He stood in our way.”

Under the red moon of the Western Frontier, the air suddenly felt suffocating. It didn’t just reek of blood anymore; Li Yunlin felt a bone-deep, creeping cold.

In that split second, he understood absolutely everything.

Min Tiange was indeed a capable mastermind.

But his power alone was never enough to force so many mighty figures to swallow Dao Seeds willingly.

The horrifying truth was that over the Imperial Dynasty’s hundreds of thousands of years of rule, countless people like Zhou Chengli had been hollowed out by utter disappointment.

The Dao Seed was not a shackle; it was a blood oath—a ‘military pledge’ of rebellion.

Everyone who swallowed a Dao Seed did so for their own desperate, radical objective.

Nurtured by Min Tiange’s behind-the-scenes orchestration over sixty thousand years, these disillusioned souls had coalesced into a massive, shadowy faction.

Changsheng had once warned that Dao Seeds preyed on a person’s deepest obsessions, and when that obsession was pushed past its absolute limit, the host would become irreparably extreme.

With a sharp crack, Li Yunlin’s whisk shattered into dust.

In its place, spiritual light solidified into a long, gleaming blue spear. This was the Blue Moon Long Spear, a weapon bestowed upon him by the Old Ancestor.

He swept his gaze across the desolate landscape.

Chaotic spiritual energy fluctuations were beginning to ripple from all directions. At some point, entirely unnoticed, Zhou Chengli had orchestrated a massive ambush, surrounding him completely.

Li Yunlin’s eyes turned as icy as absolute zero. “Mr. Zhou, I believe you are right.”

“Then quickly, join us! Swallow a Dao Seed!” Zhou Chengli rejoiced, extending his hand.

But his joyful expression instantly froze.

With a single, imperceptible step, Li Yunlin shattered the space between them, appearing directly in his face.

An ultimate, suffocating coercive pressure slammed into the scholar, replacing his fanaticism with sheer terror. “You… Half-Step Body Integration?!”

“But Mr. Zhou,” Li Yunlin whispered softly, ignoring the scholar’s panic. “Can you truly be certain that when you finally control this world, you won’t become the exact same monsters you despise in the royal court?

Your obsession has made you too extreme. At the very least, the Spear Saint did not deserve to be murdered by the likes of you.

And my Li Clan will absolutely never walk the same damned path.”

Zhou Chengli’s eyes went completely blank as Li Yunlin’s voice, laced with terrifying pity, echoed in his mind.

“Flee. This is the absolute last chance I will give you to pursue your maddeningly stubborn wish. Take it, and pray to whatever gods remain that you never cross my path again.”

“Because moving forward… I will slaughter every dog of the Peerless Hall I see.”

Without looking back, Li Yunlin swept his long blue spear in a brutal, backward arc.

An apocalyptic wave of Half-Step Body Integration Spiritual power, saturated with crushing spatial rules, swept outward, obliterating the unseen ambushers and leaving not a single soul alive in the bloody dust.

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