The Eastern Continent Musters Its Forces

Half an hour later, the Shen Family's grand elder was blasted into a heap of mangled flesh by more than a dozen Qi and Blood Realm cultivators from the Li Family. With that, a great clan whose legacy stretched back nearly five hundred years came to an end.

A steward from the Hall of Law Enforcement approached Li Wu and cupped his fists. "Elder, everyone at the Shen Family estate has been killed. But their ancestral hall was burned down, and we couldn't find the family register. We can't verify whether anyone was missed."

"You couldn't find the family register?"

Li Wu sneered. "They've gotten clever. Never mind. Find the Shen Family's treasury first."

To the Li Family, now a Divine Mansion Immortal Clan, the possessions of a family with only four or five centuries behind it amounted to a few paltry scraps.

But even a mosquito's leg was meat, however small.

The Shen Family's treasury was soon found, and the Li Family stripped it bare.

Then they set a great fire, consigning the mountain of corpses and the Shen Family estate to the flames.

Three days later.

On the scorched earth of the Shen Family estate.

Wisp after wisp of smoke still rose from the broken walls and ruins.

Deep into the night.

Amid the scorched earth, an inconspicuous pile of rubble suddenly shifted.

A slab of bluestone flooring was pushed up, and a middle-aged man emerged from a hidden cellar beneath the ruins, his face covered in soot and his eyes bloodshot. He scanned the surroundings warily. Only after confirming there was no danger did he whisper to those below, "It's safe... Come up."

Another seven or eight figures climbed out of the cellar in succession, all young and dressed in rags.

They looked at their ancestral