I feel it. I feel this world.
I see them; I see my beloved descendants striving for the family, working together to fight against all enemies.
Li Wei greedily breathed in the surrounding air.
Even though he was in the sky, with the war puppet behind him and Li Dalong and his wife standing on its shoulders. With a hundred or so members of the Su family flying and encircling Li Yunlin and a dozen people from the Skyveil Sect, Li Wei didn't feel crowded in the slightest.
He wanted to etch the appearance of every Li family member into his heart. Seeing them in the real world and seeing them in the game were two completely different experiences.
Due to the great battle, the spiritual energy in this place was filled with a murderous aura. The ground was ablaze because of Elder Qiuli's talismans, and the air was thick with smoke, resembling the scent of kitchen-burning firewood.
Yet, Li Wei was still happy, feeling that this air was even sweeter than that of the real world!
If he could return to the Li family's residence, that would be even better. He still wanted to see the Pig Demon King and check on the fourth generation of the Li family to see how they had managed to drive the tough Xu Cuihua crazy.
He wanted to use a clean towel to wipe the ever-dirty face of Li Yaoqing, the child who worked tirelessly for the family, and remind her to take better care of her health. He wanted to tell Li Yaowen, who appeared weak but was even more stubborn than Li Yaotie, that if she couldn't persist in the path of literary study, there was no need to force it—her ancestors would protect her.
And even the couple standing before him, Li Dalong and his wife—he wanted to tell these two how much he wished he could strangle them when they flaunted their affection in front of him.
And also Li Yaozu... Li Yunlin... Li Yunbing...
By the way, give the Seven Ironclad a good beating. Every time these descendants strike those shameful poses, it makes him feel embarrassed even through the screen.
"Phew."
Li Wei let out a long breath. It was a pity that he really didn't have much time.
He could only use all his strength in this short period of time to eliminate all threats to the family!
[Skill being used——]
[Fight, dear ancestor!]
[No level restriction skill, the condition for 50 years of family development has been achieved, can exist in the game world for 5 minutes!]
[For every new member added to the family, increase the time by one second!]
[Detected that the player is in the False Core stage; incense value consumed per minute: 1000!]
[Current remaining time countdown——]
[5:23]
————
"You... what exactly are you?!"
When Su Yuanwu learned from his great-grandson that people from Cloudsea Pavilion might be coming, he wasn't flustered. But now, although his face remained expressionless, his heart was already in turmoil. Otherwise, he wouldn't be wasting words with this mysterious person who appeared out of nowhere!
Emerging from a spirit tablet? He had never heard of such a thing.
Moreover, this person shrouded in mist was only at the False Core stage, yet he only felt waves of threat, a sense of crisis that numbed him from head to toe!
But the mist in front of him didn't respond, seemingly lost in its own world!
"Hmph, playing tricks!"
Su Yuanwu didn't want to admit his fear. He thought of the nauseating fortune teller in the Azure Cloud region. When he was young, he was also tricked by Huang Xiujin, a Core Formation mid-stage cultivator, using such deceptive methods. This incident made the entire Su family remember that old scoundrel Huang Xiujin.
His eyes narrowed sharply, and his hands swiftly moved to form mystical hand seals. The water dragon hovering in the air grew denser, its aura intensifying as it roared toward the mist before him!
He formed another hand seal.
With a sudden surge of power, the Su family's secret technique was unleashed. Su Yuanwu's expression grew grave. His Golden Core power erupted, transforming into a raging river in mid-air. The water dragon, already dozens of meters long, became many times more powerful. Within the torrent rushing towards Li Wei, water spirits materialized, wielding swords and spears as they charged forward.
The dark mist that shrouded Li Wei and the five-meter-tall spirit tablet behind him seemed utterly insignificant against the overwhelming force of the river.
But...
"As expected, there's an insurmountable chasm between the Golden Core stage and the False Core stage, but..."
Li Wei abruptly raised his head, his eyes flashing with a sharp glint. Within them, the image of a Yin-Yang symbol swirled.
The magnificent and destructive Golden Core attack, which seemed poised to obliterate everything in its path, came to an abrupt halt before Li Wei!
He slowly extended his hand.
In the space before him, a silver spearhead appeared, followed by a shaft covered in intricate patterns!
As if sensing an impending threat from afar, the patterns on the spear shaft began to glow with a white light. The light gradually intensified, suppressing Su Yuanwu's power like an emperor asserting his dominance. The raging river in mid-air, the hundred-meter-long water dragon, and the countless water spirits—all vanished as if encountering their nemesis, returning to their original form.
In an instant, the disintegrated water-based power transformed into a torrential downpour over the Su family's residence!
Everyone watched this scene in terror.
Even Elder Qiuli, who was still fighting within the blood curtain in the distance, and the Triad Assassins, who had come from other regions, subconsciously froze, staring in astonishment at the radiant spear. Their eyes held both wariness and a hint of... greed!
"A magical treasure, that's the aura of a magical treasure!"
"And not an ordinary one either, it can... suppress and dispel spiritual power!"
"Just who is that guy who emerged from the spirit tablet?!"