Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 1364: Chapter 1358: Farewell, Daoist Friend

Ancestor Lan slowly stood up.

In Jianning’s eyes, he gradually drifted further and further away, leaving only his Master’s voice echoing in his ears.

“I have witnessed the prosperity and decline of the world.”

“A lifetime of comprehending the Dao, a lifetime of journeying.

I have seen all the beautiful scenery of the world. The mortal realm is not good; it is filled with deception, trickery, love, hatred, and slaughter.”

“My Master said the world is up to me, but in the end, it was my Master who lied to me.”

“I see that the mortal realm is not perfect, but I am not the only person in the world. It turns out…”

“The clichéd words I once spoke were the right ones all along.”

Li Jianning suddenly realized with a jolt that his Master had already disappeared from his sight.

He lowered his head, sensing everything inside his body. A single character—[Dao]—resided within his soul, as heavy as a mountain.

…

The Imperial Capital, the Heavenly Palace.

Inside the Human Emperor’s bedchamber, the Human Emperor, as aged and withered as dead wood, abruptly opened his cloudy eyes.

Mystical black silk threads suddenly materialized within the chamber.

One of them emitted a soft ‘humming’ sound, trembling as if letting out a final, agonizing cry, before snapping right before the Human Emperor’s eyes.

This was the karmic thread of the Dao Ancestor.

A trace of unbearable sorrow flashed through the Human Emperor’s eyes. He then closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

“Farewell, Daoist Friend.”

…

The Northern Frontier.

Min Youguo and Lin Jiu, both clad in thin robes, were playing chess from a distance amidst the wind and snow.

Min Youguo was just about to place a piece when his hand suddenly tightened. Veins bulged on his hand as his two fingers clamped down on the chess piece in a death grip.

With a ‘clack’, Lin Jiu’s chess piece in the distance had already landed on the chessboard.

This Imperial Preceptor, who commanded tens of thousands of troops in the Northern Frontier, furrowed his brows deeply.

Then, the two men abruptly raised their heads, meeting each other’s gazes across the distance, and both shook their heads.

Lin Jiu’s voice was deep.

“All things in the world shed the old to reveal the new. With Ancestor Lan’s departure, a great era emerges. The great tribulation is coming.”

“A good Daoist Friend is leaving.”

Min Youguo said expressionlessly, “Our game of chess must still go on.”

…

The Eastern Frontier.

The vast and mighty army of Duskwild Prefecture marched.

There were giant trees thousands of meters tall blotting out the sky and sun. The ancient living beings of this mysterious land emerged in full force, brandishing their fangs and claws beneath a sea of clouds that resembled a wandering dragon.

Atop the Eastern Frontier’s city walls, the fully armored Dongfang Liancheng looked dejectedly at Fourth Prince Yu, who led the army while riding atop a ferocious beast.

“Let them pass!”

The soldiers of the Eastern Frontier, already terrified by the Duskwild Prefecture army and completely devoid of fighting spirit, hesitated for a moment before finally dropping their defenses.

They watched as living beings that seemed to hail from ancient times passed right by them.

Fourth Prince Yu, gripping his riding whip, stepped onto the land he had not dared to set foot on for tens of thousands of years with extraordinary majesty.

He raised his head and let out a long sigh of relief.

Someone within the vast army shouted loudly.

“Emperor Yu is equal to the heavens!”

“The Azure Dusk Dynasty shall be immortal and everlasting!”

…

On this day.

Within the Wu Tribe of the Endless Forest, the remaining nine great totems and their elders gathered together.

Inside the vast starry sky manifested by the totems, they danced around the totems as if dancing around a bonfire.

In the sea domains, massive sea demons churned the rivers and overturned the seas.

Among the Demon Race, mad dragons roared furiously.

Within the Auric Empire and the Cultivation Alliance Nations, the majestic auras of powerful experts surged as they cheered in the cloudy sky.

Within the Blood Moon, shadows danced gracefully. A figure’s eyes burst with brilliant light.

“The Human Race will have no Dao Ancestor, and the Human Emperor is in decline!

The Immortal Court’s schemes of countless eons have come to fruition; this is the omen of the Immortal Court’s great resurgence!”

……..

Inside Azure Cloud Prefecture.

In the City of Merit, the clansmen at the Void Refinement realm all felt a sudden tightness in their hearts.

They didn’t know why, but they felt a premonition that a major event was about to unfold in the world.

Li Wei, who was in secluded cultivation, abruptly opened his eyes.

He didn’t know where this feeling came from either, but he had heard that there were a few people in the world capable of altering the grand scheme of things, and their actions were inextricably linked to all living beings.

As he pondered, he saw that Ancestor Lan had already arrived at his preaching ground in Westfall Prefecture, currently looking around at the numerous cultivators of the Southern Frontier cultivating within it.

Ancestor Lan walked over to Xuanyuan Liqun. With just a single glance, he shook his head.

“Daoist Friend, you have an immortal residing within your body; your path in this life will be hard to tread.”

“By choosing to coexist with an immortal, I never expected the path to be easy.”

Xuanyuan Liqun grinned at Ancestor Lan. “As long as we reclaim our lost lands, nothing else matters.”

Ancestor Lan smiled faintly, then turned to look at Zhangsun Feng. Seeing Zhangsun Feng’s evasive gaze, Ancestor Lan let out a sigh. “Daoist Friend, are you planning to leave?”

“Reporting to Senior, the descendants of the Zhangsun Clan number in the millions. This is not a decision this junior alone can make…”

Before Zhangsun Feng could finish her sentence, Ancestor Lan smiled and said,

“There are too many attachments in the affairs of the world, and no one is obligated to risk their life for anyone else. I understand.”

“Hmph!” Xuanyuan Liqun didn’t bother with any notions of lingering affection now, letting out a cold snort.

“Since you’re going to leave, yet you shamelessly freeload off the cultivation in Ancestor Lan’s Dao Field, where do you get the nerve?”

“I…” Zhangsun Feng tried to retort but couldn’t utter a single word.

This was no trivial matter; the Zhangsun Clan had abandoned their ancestral lands long ago.

This was essentially their third time fleeing, so what attachments did they have to the Southern Frontier?

Ancestor Lan spoke with everyone one by one, exchanging only a few brief words.

This demeanor made the observing Li Wei’s heart skip a beat.

After finishing his conversations with the cultivators in the Dao Field, Ancestor Lan vanished from the spot.

In the days that followed, he traveled to every corner of the Southern Frontier and left specific instructions at the Eternal Immortal Sect.

Finally, he stepped onto the soil of Azure Cloud Prefecture.

The land of Azure Cloud Prefecture was a place even the Imperial Dynasty’s experts found difficult to penetrate.

Array formations were everywhere, yet to Ancestor Lan, they were virtually non-existent.

Ancestor Lan visited the site of the former border war with the Wu Tribe, paid his respects at the Azure Cloud Cemetery, and toured the major factions across the entire prefecture.

When he arrived at the Feng family, he saw Feng Chunlin stroking a coffin and asked in confusion, “Why does Prefecture Prince Feng use such a spiritual artifact?”

The sudden appearance of Ancestor Lan gave Feng Chunlin a fright.

He naturally knew who Ancestor Lan was, having even cultivated in his Dao Field for decades and benefited immensely.

He bowed respectfully to Ancestor Lan and replied,

“This junior’s sins are heavy. Having previously received orders from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, I murdered many commoners and cultivators of Azure Cloud Prefecture.

Knowing I will have many enemies in the future upon my death, and having no face to be buried in Azure Cloud Prefecture, I merely seek to find a place to bury myself after a final battle.”

Speaking of this, Feng Chunlin smiled bitterly.

“I have fought the Wu Tribe, fought Third Prince Qian, fought the Zhao Clan… and my old friends have passed away one by one. The affairs of the world are truly unpredictable.”

Hearing this, Ancestor Lan felt deeply moved.

He gave a slight nod, left behind an ancient text, and continued his wandering through Azure Cloud Prefecture.

This journey eventually brought him to the City of Merit.

Someone was already waiting to welcome him in the City of Merit. It was the Li Clan’s steward, Huang Xiujin, who was polite and refined.

“Ancestor Lan honors us with his presence. This humble one will go inform the lords of the family.”

Upon his arrival, Ancestor Lan’s expression slightly darkened.

Inside the City of Merit, the commoners lived and worked in peace, with cooking smoke rising everywhere.

Though these people were brimming with vitality, they seemed to possess some kind of connection with the City of Merit, making it impossible for them to leave the city too far.

Seeing Ancestor Lan’s confusion, Huang Xiujin didn’t dare to conceal anything from such a monumental figure.

“How difficult is it to bring the dead back to life? Our family’s Fourth Miss of the ‘Yao’ generation seized the karmic luck of heaven and earth, reviving them after their vitality was completely exhausted. As the city revives, the people coexist with the city.”

“It must have cost a tremendous amount of effort, didn’t it?”

Ancestor Lan didn’t know that the commoners of the City of Merit had severed their own vitality back then to protect the city, waiting centuries for the Li Clan members to return, but he could sense the extraordinary nature of the City of Merit and the hardship involved.

Huang Xiujin replied, “A monumental amount of effort, yes. But in this world, debts of emotion are the hardest to repay.”

“Indeed.”

Ancestor Lan entered the City of Merit thoughtfully.

There, he saw the numerous retainers of the Li Clan: the assassins of Skynet who sought only a place of peace, the Martial Emperor who had received a sliver of Dao guidance from Li Yuanwu, the Drizzle Sword Venerable who hadn’t returned to the Sword Pavilion of the Holy Sanctuary in a long time, the youth-like Nirvana Sage Elder…

He drank wine with some, or played a full game of chess with others.

The tranquility inside the City of Merit was starkly different from the frantic fleeing outside Azure Cloud Prefecture—they seemed like two entirely different worlds.

With the Blood Moon approaching, not a single person had left the City of Merit, continuing to enjoy their peaceful lives as usual.

Yet from their words, Ancestor Lan also knew that all of this was hard-won, and everyone revealed a firm resolution to not let the Blood Moon disturb this peace.

Arriving at the main hall of the Li Clan, the family members seemed to sense something and gathered in the hall one by one.

Li Yaoqing and Li Yaotie sat in the seats of honor; he had met these two before.

Below them sat Li Yunlin, Li Tianming, Li Tianqi, and other descendants of the Li Clan.

Each of these Li Clan members was incredibly extraordinary. It was a pity, however, that those who were rushing about outside, whom he had never even met face-to-face, were missing.

He exchanged greetings with the Li Clan members one by one, chatting about everyday matters.

The Li Clan members also conversed casually with Ancestor Lan.

This old neighbor of the family might have been a bit of a trickster, but in the end, he hadn’t turned out to be a deserter.

Suddenly, a ‘clink’ was heard.

The family members furrowed their brows, only to see Ancestor Lan taking out the bundle he usually hung in the Immortal Sect’s forbidden ground, always ready to run away with.

“Ancestor Lan, what is this?”

Li Yunlin furrowed his brows. But this time, Ancestor Lan opened the bundle.

There was no golden light as imagined, nor the aura of unimaginably powerful treasures.

Li Yunlin had wanted to know what exactly this item Ancestor Lan carried with him was more than once. Who knew…

Inside, there were just some slightly more durable pots, pans, bowls, and chopsticks.

“I have comprehended one principle my entire life: wherever a person is, that is where their home is. I am all alone, without a single attachment.”

Ancestor Lan laughed mockingly at himself.

“These pots and pans were the things I wanted to take away when I saw my Master.

I told my Master that with them, I could quickly build a small home. At the very least, having something makes me feel like the place I am in is familiar.”

Normally, the family members would have definitely scolded this old man, but today, they found it hard to open their mouths.

“I am passing these things on to you.”

The Li Clan members hesitated to speak. Ancestor Lan said,

“You are better off than I am. You have your clansmen, a massive family legacy, and the land of Azure Cloud Prefecture will always be here. There will always be a day you return.”

Ancestor Lan saw the deeply furrowed brows of the Li Clan members, knowing they were unwilling to accept defeat.

He smiled, “Having said this much, there is nothing else. I merely wanted to take a look at those who guard the Dao alongside me. The future belongs to all of you.”

With those words, Ancestor Lan stood up.

The family members exchanged glances, unable to understand why Ancestor Lan had hastily come to the family, spoken such inexplicable words, and left behind an inexplicable bundle of pots and pans.

They watched Ancestor Lan walk out of the City of Merit, levitate into the air, and with a single stomp, the sky cracked.

The family members hurriedly chased after him, only to find Ancestor Lan had vanished without a trace.

“Not good!”

Li Yaoqing let out an alarmed cry and soared into the sky. The family members quickly followed, ascending into the cloudy sky, following Li Yaoqing’s gaze toward the west.

Suddenly, a Dao rhythm resembling a massive wall surged violently toward the Western Frontier.

This Dao rhythm encompassed more than half of the world’s three thousand Great Daos, radiating various colors.

It looked like rays of light splashing across a starry sky to form a rainbow bridge.

It seemed as if heaven and earth themselves were insignificant as grains of sand beneath this Great Dao, capable of becoming the greatest shackles in the mortal realm.

In the west, the Blood Moon slowly rose, a brilliant light flashing.

Ancestor Lan’s calm voice resounded throughout the mortal realm!

“All Great Golden Immortals of the Western Frontier.”

“Emperor Shun, Lin Yuan, of the Imperial Dynasty.”

“Great Emperor Taiyin of the Demon Race!”

“Divine Lord Gu Dao, Emperor of the Wu Tribe!”

“Do you dare to fight this old man… at the ends of the earth?!!”

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