Thump! Thump!
The heart was beating; red light burned like a raging fire.
The heart was beating; it pulsed with the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor's mighty oppressive might!
That nauseating heart, covered in slime, continued to throb ceaselessly.
It seemed as though some terrifying, colossal monstrosity was about to burst forth from within.
With every rhythmic pulse, the oppressive pressure grew more intense.
The corpses of the Zhao clansmen who had died earlier floated into the air, carried by this terrifying force.
In a short span of time, millions of Zhao clan corpses were hovering around the heart!
"Run! We are just his nutrients! We are already dead! Hahaha!"
Wailing.
Despair.
The descendants of the Zhao Clan who had been resurrected from the Old Ancestor's heart were like wretched ghosts stepping into a bloody purgatory.
They were lost and helpless.
The truth revealed by Zhao Qingguang and Zhao Feimeng had plunged them into true despair.
They clawed and scrambled, frantically attempting to escape the radius of the heart.
Their flight was a chaotic frenzy.
Yet, this instinctual escape, born of terror, could not dispel the bewilderment in their hearts.
They had lived for one hundred and sixty thousand years, dying and reviving time and time again.
After each resurrection, they would cultivate according to their instinctual memories, becoming stronger with every cycle.
This span of one hundred and sixty thousand years was their source of pride; they possessed a heritage that the rest of the world lacked.
But...
"Why do we live? Feimeng, why did you make us live like this?! Why?!!!"
The heart was tearing apart.
Fairy Bai fell to the ground.
Around the heart, clansmen with lower cultivation bases who had just revived could no longer resist the Old Ancestor's oppressive might.
They floated into the air, their lives gradually draining away.
The suction force had even begun to affect Fairy Bai.
With a twisted expression, she clawed at the ground, crawling madly in a desperate attempt to drag herself out of the Old Ancestor's range.
It wasn't that she lacked the strength to resist; she simply felt an instinctive, visceral revulsion.
Her widened eyes were filled with tears of blood.
In this moment, her Dao Heart of one hundred and sixty thousand years, along with the final moral baseline within her heart, were all crumbling away.
These one hundred and sixty thousand years were a lie.
Her clansmen were a lie.
The Old Ancestor... was also a lie!
They had died time and time again, believing they were imperishable.
In truth, every resurrection was a new life; even the memories in their minds were nothing but false fabrications granted to them by Zhao Feimeng.
In this instant, the glory of those one hundred and sixty thousand years was like a fragile bubble, poked and bursting into nothingness.
"See the light of day once more!
Forge a Divine Heart to shatter the Integration Realm!
In the vastness of heaven and earth, nothing can stand in my way!"
"The Great Dao lies before me! The Great Dao lies before me! Hahaha!"
The Old Ancestor was in a state of ecstatic frenzy, roaring as the heart danced wildly.
"I don't want to hear it! You are a beast!"
Fairy Bai struggled even faster to break free.
Behind her, numerous Zhao descendants were still crawling and clawing their way forward.
"Who am I? I am already dead, so who exactly am I?!!"
Soon, Fairy Bai received her answer.
Under the crushing pressure, the bloodline of the Zhao clansmen dragged them backward, while the crimson light of the heart completely drowned the world.
Yet, a group of people stepped into this world filled with the despair and wailing of the Zhao clan.
"Step! Step! Step!"
Fairy Bai raised her head.
It was the Li Family Old Ancestor, shrouded in black mist!
He stood before his clansmen, the black mist billowing under the oppressive pressure like robes whipping in a gale.
The Li clansmen, who had been at war with the Zhao clan just moments ago, now stood with furrowed brows and heads held high, gazing up at the heart of the Zhao Clan Old Ancestor that towered like a mountain.
In this moment, Fairy Bai was lost in bewilderment.
A throbbing deep within her heart told her that this was the scene she had dreamed of for the past one hundred and sixty thousand years of the Immortal Zhao Clan.
An Old Ancestor who would lead them forward, clansmen who would face everything together with her.
But the harsh reality was that they were crawling on the ground, desperate to escape their Old Ancestor's consumption!
The Li family continued their advance, while Fairy Bai simply watched in a daze.
Suddenly, someone in the Li family ranks halted.
Fairy Bai recognized her—it was Li Yaowen of the Li Clan!
Fairy Bai's chin was lifted.
Li Yaowen's gaze was pure, and her voice was equally pure, yet it possessed a captivating charm that drew one in.
"You are Blood Food—resurrected time and time again, Blood Food formed from Destiny.
But why... why do none of you resist?"
Why not resist...
Li Yaowen slowly straightened up and walked away.
Fairy Bai, lost in a daze, ceased her crawling movements.
She slowly turned her head, gazing at the receding figures of the Li family, and then at the Zhao clansmen who, like her, were fleeing in terror.
Why not resist...
"My life has no meaning.
I died long ago.
What point is there in resisting... no point at all..."
"Hahaha!"
"Our lives have no meaning! We are nothing but Blood Food! Our existence is meaningless! It's all a lie! A lie!!!"