After a century of worship, I became the ancestor of the tribe.

Chapter 103 The Great Opportunity of the Fire Tower Comes from the Legacy of the Ancestors
As his perception of the sacrificial spirits deepened, Shen Can's understanding of them also became more profound. He felt that the remnant souls that made up the sacrificial spirits were probably not just human sacrifices captured by the Xiaoyang Clan.

When he was in the territory of the Azure Bird Clan, he saw the humans who were imprisoned by Xiao Yang. They were all numb and their eyes had completely lost their light.

The humans imprisoned by Xiaoyang weren't always like this. Xiaoyang had long had a well-established process for dealing with humans.

In front of everyone, those humans who dared to resist were dragged out and subjected to severe torture. One person might not be a big deal, but when hundreds or thousands of people were tortured to death in front of everyone, the remaining people were terrified.

The terrified humans, when dragged back to the Xiaoyang tribe's territory for burial, might harbor resentment at best, but they would never possess the magnanimity to protect human tribes.

When they went to Mount Gufu to guide the remnants of human souls, they probably did indeed guide the ancestors of the human race.

The sacrificial cauldron hummed, and the fire pit trembled all over.

Within his not-so-powerful divine sense, a grand battle map unfolded.

On a vast wasteland, countless figures were fighting, and blood flowed into streams.

At the end of the battle map was a colossal creature whose body was mostly obscured by blood mist. Its scales undulated like ravines, and black torrents flowed from between the scales, washing over the human soldiers who charged forward.

Furthermore, streaks of black light shot through the sky like lightning, and wherever they passed, human soldiers' bones flew everywhere, and blood gushed out, staining the entire world red.

Countless smaller wild beasts rushed out and collided violently with the human soldiers.

The war drums thundered, the fighting continued relentlessly, and countless people followed one after another.

Huo Tang felt a splitting headache, but he forced his senses to perceive the scene and watched as people and wild beasts constantly clashed and fought.

Gradually, he felt an invisible fighting spirit merging with him.

……

Inside the ancestral temple, Shen Can kept a close eye on the situation of the fire tower.

About half an hour later, the fire stand suddenly tilted, and Shen Can immediately caught it.

The sacrificial cauldron hummed, and a wave of energy swept out, converging into a magnificent killing sound.

Huotang didn't wake up until the next day, and felt rather sluggish afterward.

"Clan leader, how is it?" Shen Can quickly stepped forward to ask.

After a long silence, Huotang spoke, "It's time for Ahshan to receive the legacy from our ancestors."

“Uncle Volcano Clan won’t do.” Upon hearing this, Shen Can shook his head and said, “He doesn’t have the same ambition as you, Clan Chief.”

"I advanced to the Heavenly Vein realm too early."

Huotang spoke in a low, melancholy tone.

As a Celestial Vein Martial Artist, one is capable of cultivating divine consciousness. However, after the rise of the Blazing Flame, it was only because the cultivation resources finally caught up that his divine consciousness was born.

Before this, for so many years, he had no divine consciousness.

"As our Blazing Flame grows stronger, we might be able to obtain a treasure to mend the foundation of our clan leader. We can worry about the future later; let's focus on the present first."

After hearing Shen Can's words of comfort, Huo Tang quickly composed himself and his gaze hardened.

"I have gained a wisp of fighting spirit."

"He also mastered a sword technique."

At this point, Huotang frowned slightly. He needed a long time to repeatedly comprehend the inheritance he had received, in order to transform it into combat power and the tribal foundation that could be passed on.

"If there's anything you can't figure out, clan leader, you can talk to me about it. Maybe I can help."

Shen Can wasn't trying to steal Huo Tang's skills; he just wanted to help him out.

As the patriarch of the Blazing Flame Tribe, Huo Tangruo's previous level and talent would no longer be enough as the tribe continues to improve.

The leader's position, to a certain extent, carries the weight of the tribe's safety.

With this inheritance from our ancestors, we believe that Huotang's shortcomings should be addressed in a short time, and becoming a superior tribe should not be a problem.

As for Bobu, Shen Can couldn't say for sure either.

As I mentioned before, advancing from the third-tier Heavenly Vein Realm to the fourth-tier Divine Treasure Realm is not just a matter of realm, but also involves overcoming certain difficulties.

Shen Can didn't think much of it when he didn't have the Kui Niu transformation.

However, as he advanced to the Heavenly Vein level with the power of the 108 Desolations, he sensed the flaws in the martial arts of the human race.

The flaws become more and more powerful as one's martial arts level increases. Perhaps the difficulty of advancing from the third to the fourth rank is related to the wild beasts one observes during cultivation.

Not to mention, Huo Tang's advancement to the Heavenly Vein realm was merely at the lowest level of the Thirty-Six Desolate Powers, and he wasted many years in the Heavenly Vein realm.

These could all become hidden dangers for advancing to the next level of divine treasures.

"Once I've figured it out, I'll show it to you."

After talking for a short while, Huotang felt drowsy.

Receiving this inheritance was like enduring an extremely severe shock to his already weak spiritual consciousness.

After resting for a while, Shen Can went to the clan hall.

Upon seeing Shen Can, Huo Qi cheerfully said, "Ah Can, you've come out of the ancestral temple now, so it's a good opportunity to see how our tribe has been developing recently."

"How is the situation in the battle between the tribal soldiers and the Xiaoyang tribe?"

"Small-scale skirmishes have been ongoing, with both sides suffering losses. On average, we can bring back hundreds of skeletons of the Xiaoyang Clan every month."

Shen Can has already handed over the grand array for refining the flesh and blood of the Xiaoyang Clan to his disciples Huotuan and Huolong, who are responsible for the subsequent refining of the Xiaoyang corpses.

The blood pills produced were then given to the disciple Huo Jun.

Huo Yun was responsible for conducting physical examinations on the soldiers of the Blood Curse and Blood Sea Guardian Clans, and then distributing blood pills according to their physical conditions.

These martial artists who took the blood pills generated several times more baleful energy than normal cultivators of the clan.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his menacing aura kept strangers at bay. He was also swift and decisive in his actions.

Blood Curse Guard Commander Shi Jun is currently searching diligently for the Gourd Blood Witch. One can imagine that once this Blood Witch, who has cursed Shi Jun's tribe, is found, her fate will be dire.

Huo Yun now bears a heavy burden, serving as the clan's Minister of Agriculture and Minister of Medicine, as well as fulfilling the tasks assigned to him by his master.

Fortunately, the Witch Temple no longer consists of just the seven of them.

The number of apprentices in the third generation of shamanic practitioners has reached 107.

Of these 107 people, 33 were identified from the main tribe of the Blazing Flame clan, and 11 were identified from the initial 30,000 subjects.

It should be noted that the Blazing Flame Headquarters and its 30,000 subjects had already been tested once before.

After learning the result, Shen Can speculated that it was still due to the strange phenomenon that occurred during the last sacrificial ceremony.

The entry of this group of sorcerers into the sorcery temple greatly made up for the shortage of cattle and horse sorcerers in the tribe.

The seven disciples taught him while also guiding him through tasks.

As for closed-door cultivation, Zhiyan doesn't yet have the conditions to let them concentrate on cultivation, so this way, they can cultivate while doing tasks.

Shen Can did not participate much in the training of the third generation of witch disciples, but only occasionally entered the witch temple to answer some questions about cultivation.

He would personally teach only those with exceptional talent.

Unfortunately, no one with exceptional talent has been found among this group so far.

In a few years, when the third generation of sorcerers grows up, the manpower shortage will not be so severe.

The Temple of Witchcraft has seen great development, not to mention the Temple of Martial Arts.

The Martial Hall recruited teenagers aged ten to sixteen for training. After preliminary testing, a total of eight hundred people were recruited.

Along with the twelve people, including Huo Yuan, who had previously served as temple guards, they were all thrown into the Martial Hall.

To encourage these youngsters to train diligently, Shen Can also set a rule for the Martial Hall to hold a martial arts competition every six months.

All cultivators of the Martial Hall, regardless of their background, can come to the Ancestral Temple as long as they rank in the top twelve.

In the process of protecting the ancestral temple, one can also receive personal guidance from the temple's deities.

Aside from the training in the Martial Hall, the clan did not restrict martial arts training and distributed the mid-grade Kui Niu Fist to various settlements.

……

On the table in front of the patriarch's seat were piles of animal skin scrolls and wooden slips.

Wooden slips were used for daily communication and were quick and easy to make.

"Add more archery ranges?"

Shen Can picked up a wooden slip from the table, on which was written an application to build a new archery training ground.

"Yes, those brats from the Martial Hall are always going to the West Mountain camp to practice archery, and there aren't enough targets at all."

Busy as he was, Huo Qi answered Shen Can without looking up, "These kids are just like wild beast cubs, they're not afraid of anything. When they go to practice archery, they even fight with the tribe soldiers and get beaten up and cry their eyes out, but they still go next time."

Xishan Camp is a name given by the clansmen for no other reason than that the camp is located on the west side of the clan's mountain.

"That's not good."

Shen Can said, "Let's not look for another place to build an archery range. Let's just expand the archery targets in the clan's military camp. The cultivators in the Martial Hall will eventually join the clan's military. It's good for them to experience the clan's military camp in advance."

"Okay, let's do it."

Huoqi nodded, made a note of it, and then prepared to instruct his clansmen to do it.

"Is that all? I'm leaving."

After glancing over the wooden slips and animal skin scrolls on the table, Shen Can discovered that they were all about the daily affairs of the tribe, things that Elder Huoqi could handle.

Huo Qi wanted to speak again, but when he looked up, he found that Shen Can had already walked out of the clan hall.

Looking at the wooden slips piled on the table, Huoqi felt that the Grand Elder was the one with high status and power.

After leaving the clan hall, Shen Can did not rush back to the ancestral temple.

After this return, the layout of the clan mountain has undergone new changes.

The ancestral temple is at the highest point, and the clan hall is directly below it. The two form the central axis of the clan land. To the left of the clan hall is the shaman's hall.

As for the Martial Hall, it was placed on the hillside behind the clan mountain.

The area is large, and martial arts training requires a spacious place to practice, so setting it up on the back mountain is just right.

Below the clan hall lies the area where the clan members live.

After the reconstruction, the houses where the clan lived also changed, and were no longer simple stone houses.

Depending on the size of the household and the strength of the clan members, houses and courtyards were built for different clan members to live in.

Not all members of the tribe live on the mountain; some have built houses and courtyards near the water.

……

Two weeks later. At the Zushan Martial Arts Training Ground.

Huotang stood holding a knife.

Opposite, Shen Can raised his hand, and a cloud of water vapor quickly transformed into a raging storm that swept towards the fire pit.

hum!
Even before the long sword in Huotang's hand was infused with blood energy, it emitted a loud buzzing sound, dispersing the falling water vapor.

The moment the blood energy flowed into the longsword, the blade was stained with a crimson hue, and it slashed down at the torrential rain.

The blood energy on the blade seemed to ignite, flickering with somewhat translucent flames, and with a single strike, it cleaved through the torrential rain in front of it.

The soaring fighting spirit is boundless, giving people a sense of fearlessness that will not back down in the slightest against any powerful enemy.

With each flash of the blade, the torrential rain was shattered.

Clang!
As the clanging sound rang out, the fighting spirit surged once more, and finally a wisp of blood-red flame burst forth from the blade, sweeping across the area around the fire tower.

Wherever it passed, waves of energy surged like rainbows, and endless flashes of sword light enveloped an area of ​​several feet around it.

Even after Huotang sheathed his sword, the blade continued to resonate.

"call!"

Huo Tang was panting heavily, and before he could even speak, he heard Shen Can's voice in his ear.

"Open your mouth!"

A stream of emerald-green nectar was flicked into the mouth of the fire vessel by Shen Can.

He discovered that Huotang's swordsmanship contained an extremely strong fighting spirit, which had already mobilized Huotang's blood and energy to a limit.

Like hot soup boiling in a copper pot, bubbling and surging.

Huotang grabbed the flying nectar and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

As soon as the nectar entered his stomach, he was immediately swept up by the boiling blood and qi. He sat down cross-legged and began to circulate the Kui Lei Gong.

Rumble!
At this moment, Huo Tang felt that the Heavenly Meridian, which had been somewhat obstructed before, was now being rapidly swept away, and the surging blood energy directly connected the third Heavenly Meridian.

……

Half a day later.

"Ah Can, what do you think of calling this sword technique the Flaming Sun Sword?"

Shen Can doesn't have any particular preference when it comes to names; he's fine with any name.

"Clan leader, I feel that with this sword technique, even a fourth-level Heavenly Vein cultivator would be no match for you."

Looking at the sword technique training records kept by Huotang, Shen Can said with some regret, "It's just that the Kui Niu Gong we practice in our clan is somewhat incompatible with this sword technique."

This sword technique is expansive and powerful, transforming blood and energy into fire, triggering extreme explosions, and is even more compatible with fire-based martial arts.

"If the clan leader were to switch to a fire-based cultivation technique, its application would likely be more harmonious with his swordsmanship."

"There are no fire-based techniques in our clan. The Water Dragon Technique of the Upper Lake Tribe is also water-based, isn't it?"

"Let's use it for now."

Huo Tang was not dissatisfied. He felt that not only fire-elemental techniques, but also other metal and wood-elemental techniques would be available in the clan in the future.

“I am dull-witted, but I know you are exceptionally talented. Tell me, where can this sword technique be improved?”

After leaving his message, Huotang walked out of the ancestral temple.

……

North of Tongbei Market.

Six figures walked north along the mountain road.

The leader had a full head of silver hair and a slightly aged face. Behind him were several figures dressed in armor, carrying strong bows and quivers. The group carefully made their way north.

"Clan leader, the Blazing Flame Tribe withstood the attack of the Owl Sun. It feels unreal."

The young martial artist standing next to the silver-haired martial artist spoke with a hint of doubt.

Along the way, we encountered many tribal ruins, and the copper shell market that the tribe once controlled was almost completely gone.

"Hurry up and get going."

The silver-haired cultivator was none other than Cang He, the chieftain of the Cang Niao tribe, who did not respond to his tribesmen's questions.

The news is mostly true.

In his eyes, the small tribes in the mountains and forests of the past were like savages.

Unexpectedly, when the real alien races attacked, living in the mountains and forests became the best protection.

"Qiang!"

The group traversed mountains and valleys, when suddenly a beam of arrow shot through the air.

The tribesmen brought by the crane immediately hid and carefully aimed their bows and arrows forward.

"I am a soldier of the Blazing Flame Tribe. Where do you come from?"

Hearing the sounds from afar, Canghe muttered softly, "The Blazing Flame Clan soldiers have come all this way to investigate."

After muttering to himself, before he could speak, the young man beside him, Cang Ji, said, "This is the chief of my Cangniao tribe. I have come here to pay my respects to your tribe's chief."

In the distant mountains and forests, Huo Zhang listened to the reply and showed a thoughtful expression. He had followed the temple to rescue the Cangniao tribe.

Before that, he had also followed the clan chief to receive subjects sent by the Azure Bird tribe.

"So it was Chief Cang."

"Since Chief Cang is going to my tribe's territory, and I happen to be returning to my tribe's territory, I can escort Chief Cang along."

With that, Huo Zhang gestured to the clan soldiers beside him, then got up and walked out.

Then, Canghe led his people out.

"It really is Chief Cang."

Huo Zhang took a closer look and found that apart from his white hair and furrowed brows, he looked very much like the Cang He he had seen a few years ago.

But in just a few years, the changes have been tremendous.

"you know me?"

The crane sized up the fiery chapter.

The remaining members of the Azure Bird Clan were also observing the Fire Chapter.

Since taking over his subjects a few years ago, Huo Zhang has undergone tremendous changes, not to mention his participation in the battle to hunt down Xiao Yang.

At this time, although Huo Zhang had not yet broken through to the Heavenly Vein Realm, he already possessed the power of forty-nine Desolate Forces, and it was almost time for Huo Qi to break through to the Heavenly Vein Realm.

He was wearing a suit of witch-inscribed armor that he had taken from the Xiaoyang tribe and rearranged.

With a powerful bow and armor-piercing arrows, his main weapon is a gilded spear, and his secondary weapon is a skull hammer. He exudes an extremely fierce aura.

"Brother, you should at least be a commander in the Blazing Flame Clan."

Cang Ji scrutinized Huo Zhang's attire, his eyes burning with intensity.

Look at Huo Zhang's black patterned armor, and then look at his own armor; the difference in quality is obvious.

Armor of this quality is rare even among the Azure Bird Clan.

Canghe did not speak; he did not recognize Huozhang.

After all, the soldiers of the Blazing Flame Tribe were nothing to him back then.

Huo Zhang chuckled in response, then turned and said, "Brothers, come out. This is the chief of the Cangniao tribe. We are going to the tribe headquarters to pay our respects to the chief."

With a whoosh, more than a dozen figures darted out from the mountains and fields.

Each of them exuded a fierce aura, clad in black armor and carrying black bows, their eyes gleaming coldly.

"Clan Chief Cang, please."

Upon seeing the suddenly appearing figure, the warriors of the Azure Crane Clan were momentarily stunned by the murderous aura.

Cang Ji, who was about to speak again, suddenly shut his mouth.

After a moment, Canghe spoke, "Thank you for your trouble!"

After a long silence, Canghe couldn't help but ask questions along the way.

"Young man, your department must have suffered heavy losses in this battle with Xiaoyang."

"Not bad," Huo Zhang replied casually.

"I've heard that your forces spared many of the remaining troops who hid in the mountains?"

"good."

……

"good."

……

"We're almost at our tribe's territory."

Along the western bank of the Great Swamp, after rounding a small hill, Huo Zhang and his group saw the distant lands of the Blazing Flame Clan.

Under the bright sunlight, the mountains of the Blazing Flame Clan shimmered with an iridescent glow, and the undulating houses reflected a metallic sheen.

"Woo!"

Before we even got close, we could hear the powerful sound of horns.

"what!"

A thunderous roar echoed from the clan's western mountain camp.

"These are the tribe soldiers practicing their daily routine."

Huo Zhang explained.

As the group approached again, the Xishan camp came into view.

Inside the camp, a murderous aura filled the sky.

The black-armored soldiers formed four formations, like four dark clouds, their fists whistling and their roars like thunder, their murderous aura sweeping across the land.

Canghe's face was pale, and he stared blankly in the direction of the camp, as if he had been frozen in place.

(End of this chapter)