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

Chapter 149 A Sound Spreads Far and Wide (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The sun shone brightly, its rays illuminating the city of the Three Fire Tribes.

Early in the morning, the city of the tribe became lively as the tribe soldiers patrolling the city walls began to change shifts and go down to rest.

Some members of the tribe began to leave the city to farm.

hum!
A slight tremor occurred on the ground, and then in a short period of time, the tremor increased several times over, causing the houses and utensils in the clan city to shake.

The clang of metal began, drawing the attention of people both inside and outside the city.

What's that noise?!
On the city wall, the tribal soldiers who were preparing to go down to rest scrambled back up, each looking into the distance, trying to see where the commotion was coming from.

"alert!"

A roar echoed through the city.

At that moment, people outside the city began to run into the city, while inside the city, burly figures quickly donned armor and took up their bows.

"Get to the city wall!"

"Get to the city wall quickly!"

Roars rose and fell, and most of the figures, carrying bows and crossbows and holding weapons, strode toward the nearest city wall.

The women quickly hid the dolls in the corners of the houses or stuffed them into holes they had dug in advance.

Besides these tense tribespeople, a small group of people were awakened and rushed towards the city wall. Their eyes showed no tension, but instead they kept looking around.

"Something's wrong! There's a blood-red cloud in the distance!"

Some of the tribe's soldiers pointed to the northern horizon and shouted.

At the edge of the desolate wasteland that could be seen with his gaze, blood energy surged and churned, as if a terrifying wild beast was striding towards them.

The rising blood energy gathered into mist, covering an area of ​​several miles.

Amidst the swirling mist, figures could be seen appearing and disappearing, and a menacing aura rose.

"Go quickly and report to the clan chief!"

At this moment, Huo Ning had already left the clan hall and headed towards the city wall.

Within the city, figures scattered in all directions, quickly gathering the clan soldiers within the city.

……

Rumble!
At the edge of the wasteland, a flock of azure phoenixes flapped their wings, stirring up a blood mist that formed a ten-mile-wide expanse of blood mist in the sky.

Amidst the blood mist, armored warriors from both red and black factions marched in formation.

Those with red armor are not only wearing red armor, but their bodies are also surrounded by an extremely intense and bloody aura.

These people varied in height, some carrying powerful bows or javelins on their backs, others with brain-removing hammers specially made by Xiaoyang hanging at their waists, and still others wielding long knives, heavy swords, and iron spears.

Despite the seemingly chaotic state of his weapons, the bloody aura emanating from his body, coupled with the ferocious beast-patterned mask on his face, made him even more terrifying.

Those in black armor were all over seven feet tall, wearing heavy black armor with patterns, and wielding long-handled, double-edged swords that were longer than their bodies.

The ranks stood like mountains, and the long swords formed a forest.

Behind the black and red armored warriors, rows of tribal soldiers escorted the prisoners of Xiaoyang.

A sacrificial cauldron stands atop the chariot in front of the armored warriors.

Shen Can and Huo Tang stood inside the car, gazing at the distant Three Fire Clan City.

Huotang concealed his face with a mask because, after discussion, the tribe here would still be led by Huoning.

After establishing the clan, Huo Ning was in the Ming Dynasty, but Huo Tang still had to take care of the development of the clan. He could not stay away from the clan for long.

Hundreds of tribesmen rode on their mounts, guarding the chariot on both sides.

Amidst the blood mist, Shen Can patted the armrest of the chariot, and the antelope-like beast began to drag the chariot forward.

Rumble!
The chariots moved forward, and the armored soldiers marched, their steps resounding like war drums, the tremors of which reached the tribal city ahead.

……

"A bronze chariot! It's a bronze chariot!"

On the city wall, someone cried out in alarm.

"What a terrifying aura! Why do those people have so much blood energy? Did they cultivate by soaking in blood?"

"Black armor and heavy swords? Our clan has those too!"

"Why are there so many people!"

This commotion drew the attention of some people, who, as if they had spotted prey, turned their gazes to Huotang and Shen Can on the chariot.

"Open the city gate!"

Before the exclamation could even finish, Huo Ning on the city wall spoke and then tumbled down the wall.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Huo Ning rode the antelope-like beast towards the chariot, stopping a few feet away from it.

"Huo Ning has seen the temple!"

The sound was like thunder, spreading in all directions.

what!
Upon hearing this, countless figures on the city wall were filled with shock and disbelief.

Temple!

However, some people quickly realized what was happening.

Sending out tribesmen to gather the remaining people and then incorporating them into the tribe was a common tactic used by many tribes for external expansion.

Sending a temple from the main branch is also a way of establishing a branch.

However, no one has used this method for a long time.

Because the sacrificial spirits are difficult to guide, they need to protect the main body under the threat of the owl-like sun.

Sending sacrificial vessels to the branches in this way will only weaken the foundation of the main branch.

"Lead the way!"

Huo Ning turned the antelope beast around and headed towards the clan city.

Rumble!
The chariots rolled into the city, and the red-armored figure leaped onto the city wall, taking over the defenses without hesitation.

The figures on the city wall wanted to speak, but feeling the murderous aura and chill emanating from them, they were forced to retreat to the side.

The black-armored soldiers followed behind the chariots, traversing the tribal city and arriving at the tribal temple.

Such a commotion naturally attracted the clansmen within the clan city to gather, converging from all directions.

This news is shocking, yet also makes sense.

Many people are speculating about which tribe their tribe is a branch of.

“I knew it. Anyone who dares to gather so many people in the territory occupied by Xiaoyang must not be a small tribe. Think about the food and repaired armor that suddenly appeared in our tribe before.”

"What does this mean? It means we have powerful backers!"

"Let me tell you, I've known for a long time that we are a branch of a large tribe, most likely the Yanran tribe!"

“Apart from the Yanran tribe, no other tribe could possibly have such powerful armored soldiers. Look at those red-armored men, their murderous aura is soaring to the sky. How many owl-like sages would it take to condense that aura!”

I think it's the Luo River!

"Can't you see the chariots? Everyone outside is saying they belong to the Luoshui Marquis's tribe."

……

"Could it be that the Jishan Marquis's tribe is behind us?!"

"Look, there are so many Xiaoyang behind us!"

"My goodness, so many owls, are they all going to be killed?!"

……

The sacrificial cauldron on the chariot landed directly on the high platform at the very front of the clan hall.

The tribe soldiers who followed brought up the thousands of captured Xiaoyang prisoners.

Some of the thousands of owls had ferocious expressions, while others had eyes filled with terror and dread.

"Humans, you dare to slaughter us! I, Xiao Yang, will fight you to the death!"

"Damn it, I am a descendant of the Muyan tribe! If you kill me, you will suffer the wrath of the Muyan tribe!"

"Damn it, only I, Xiaoyang, am fit to sacrifice myself for your weak bodies! You are courting death!"

The bound Xiaoyang Clan roared loudly, struggling to break free of their restraints.

"Who will take action to offer the blood of Xiaoyang as a sacrifice to the spirits of our ancestors?" Shen Can stood in front of the sacrificial cauldron, looking around at the figures gathering from all directions.

Upon hearing this question, the surrounding area fell silent, and many people lowered their heads.

"They're insane! Insane! They dare to use the Owl Sun as a sacrifice! Isn't this just inviting the Owl Sun to take revenge?!"

"That's how it should be. Xiao Yang captured our human race as sacrifices, and Xiao Yang should also be a sacrifice for our human race. Hurry up, go up and kill them!"

……

"Is this guy really that reckless? Doesn't he know he'll provoke Xiao Yang?"

Two figures huddled together in the crowd, looking at Shen Can.

"Even the Yanran tribe didn't dare to massacre Xiaoyang like this when they first started out. Where did this tribe come from?"

"No wonder the clan leader wants us to help. If Xiao Yang still doesn't do anything after this, how will he be able to control his tribes!"

Human tribes do capture Xiaoyang as sacrifices, but in Jidi, only the Jishan and Yanran tribes dare to do so.

Other tribes still feared the Owls of Yang, and during their tribal sacrifices, they would at most capture a few Owls of Yang as a token gesture.

But this tribe captured at least two or three thousand people at once, which was truly astonishing.

Can you stop the Xiaoyang Clan's revenge?
"I think that's how it should be. All the tribes, big and small, in Xiaoyang dare to capture humans for sacrifice."

"If these tribes hadn't been so timid and hesitant, how could my Jishan have become like this? It's all because of these useless tribes that I've been dragged down."

……

"I come!"

After a moment of silence, someone jumped out, drew a long sword, and rushed towards the captive Xiaoyang. With one stroke, he chopped off a head, splattering blood all over him.

"kill!"

The strong smell of blood aroused the man, and he swung his broadsword again.

"Kill Xiaoyang!"

One after another, figures rushed out from the crowd, men and women alike, and swords, spears, hammers and clubs fell on the prisoners of Xiaoyang.

The prisoners of Xiaoyang who were being escorted up shouted and screamed upon seeing this scene, their eyes filled with terror.

"So even Xiaoyang is afraid!"

Seeing Xiao Yang's terrified expression and hearing his wailing, the surrounding tribesmen gathered and joined the massacre.

The surging bloodshed stirred up memories for those present.

Several years ago, each of them had a family, relatives, and tribe. Xiaoyang's southward journey changed all of that.

Xiao Yang killed his own family, so he should retaliate.

Tooth for tooth, blood for blood.

These owls had their heads severed, their bodies pierced by spears, and people continued to tear at their bones and flesh.

Outside the sacrificial cauldron, Shen Can chanted incantations, using his fingers as a pen to draw upon the blood energy emanating from Xiao Yang's corpse, writing it into a sorcerer's talisman.

This was his first attempt at drawing shamanic symbols in this way.

One after another, crimson runes lit up, gathering in the air to form a blood-red wind that quickly swirled across the plaza in front of the clan hall.

hum!
The blood-red wind surged toward the sacrificial cauldron, and a buzzing sound rang out, reaching the ears of countless figures around.

As the figures looked up, they saw a blurry figure appearing in the blood mist on the sacrificial cauldron.

"Offer sacrifice to the spirits!"

"Sacrifice to our ancestors!"

A sharp roar rang out, the voice breaking and becoming hoarse.

"Thump!" The sound of "thump" rang out as the tribespeople knelt down in the direction of the sacrificial cauldron.

Under Xiaoyang Nan's attack, most of the tribes that were breached were small tribes, and the sacrificial spirits were just legendary figures to them. Only the superior tribes had the ability to receive the sacrificial spirits.

At this moment, amidst the blood mist generated by the sacrifice of over two thousand owl-like horns, countless witch runes lit up, stirring up gusts of bloody wind.

A stream of blood-red energy, shimmering with witch runes, flowed into the sacrificial vessel from within the blood-red wind.

This is the power of will.

In a short time, Shen Can felt a surge of willpower pouring into the sacrificial vessel.

On the sacrificial cauldron, the middle-aged elder's figure gradually turned red, and within the light, it seemed as if a heart was beating, causing him to feel an extremely strong fluctuation.

"There is a door!"

Shen Can's eyes lit up as he gazed at the swirling aura of primordial yang blood.
These survivors, who had endured the massacre by Xiaoyang, had suppressed their resentment in their hearts. Now, they had an outlet for their anger, and it burst forth like a wildfire.

The power of their vows is like a raging fire, showing a tendency to intensify.

Above the sacrificial vessel, the middle-aged elder and Shen Can exchanged a glance and nodded.

With each step he took, the flowing blood energy collapsed beneath his feet, emitting a dull hum.

And so, the middle-aged man walked step by step into the air, while the kneeling figures below looked up, their eyes filled with excitement.

With the protection of the sacrificial spirits, our clan will no longer be wiped out by Xiao Yang!
Rumble!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the middle-aged man's blood surged, and a chill descended from the sky.

The kneeling tribespeople looked somewhat surprised and suspicious.

"When did those who betray their ancestors become allowed to enter my human tribe?!"

boom!
In an instant, a surge of blood energy erupted from the middle-aged man, condensing into a dragon intertwined with blood and azure.

With a wave of its hand, the dragon roared to the sky, transforming into dozens of blood dragon shadows that swept across all directions.
Ah!
Screams followed.

A figure in the crowd instantly vanished into a bloody mist.

Upon seeing this, other figures sprang up among the tribespeople and frantically headed out of the city, their clothes torn and emitting a strong, rotten stench.

boom! boom! boom!
Before these people could get far, the crimson dragons crashed into them one after another, turning into clouds of blood mist that fell down.

This shocking scene silenced everyone around.

After making his move, the middle-aged man glanced around, and several figures in the crowd shrank back.

hum!
Then, the middle-aged man shuddered, and with a wave of his hand, wisps of azure light broke through the blood mist and landed on one doll after another.

The kneeling woman immediately realized what was happening when she saw the blue light enter her baby's body.

"The spirits have bestowed blessings!"

Afterwards, the middle-aged elder stepped back into the sacrificial cauldron.

Shen Can spoke up, "Get up, everyone. How can our human tribe be without an ancestral temple? Are we supposed to let our spirits live a life of hardship and deprivation?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately realized what was going on.

Someone got up and ran home, saying, "I have a beautiful jade in my home, which I wish to use as a stepping stone for a sacrificial offering."

“My family has freshly hunted wild game meat.”

"my home……"

……

In just one day, an ancestral temple rose from the ground in the city of the Three Fire Clan, and the materials were used to demolish other buildings in the city.

Everyone pitched in, no one slacked off, and everyone was full of enthusiasm.

The ancestral temple would demolish whichever building needed a particular stone.

Inside the ancestral temple, various offerings were piled up like mountains: jade, animal meat, animal hides, bronzeware, and finely carved jade plates, etc., too many to count.

The continuous flow of aspirations, like rivers flowing into the sea, surged into the ancestral temple from all directions.

This scene lasted for six or seven days before it ended.

Within days, news spread rapidly that the tribe behind the Three Fire Tribes, who had fallen to the land of Xiaoyang in Ji, had led armored soldiers to escort the sacrificial spirit into their territory and killed three thousand Xiaoyang as a sacrifice.

The tribes of Ji were all astonished when they heard this.

Ten days later.

Several military envoys from tribes such as the Jishanbo tribe and the Yanran tribe came to pay their respects.

The identities of the warriors from Jishan and Yanran were somewhat unexpected; they were actually the martial artists who had previously been left to spy on the Sanhuo tribe.

After that, countless refugees from all directions came to join the Sanhuo tribe.

(End of this chapter)