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

Chapter 191 Seven Great Town Guardian-Level Spirit Sacrifices!
After his trip south, Shen Can realized that, not to mention the three Xiaoyang tribes controlled by Mu Xiao, even if all the Xiaoyang tribes in Yongyi were combined, they wouldn't be considered a significant enemy.

The various tribes of the human race were still quite powerful. If it weren't for the internal problems of the human race, even if the Xiaoyang tribe hadn't been wiped out eight thousand years ago, it should have been completely extinct in the following thousand years.

The sandy areas are sparsely populated, and most people live in oases, making them relatively difficult to conquer.

Before, Jidi was simply a branch of Jishan, leading the various tribes of Jidi in their battle against Xiaoyang.

The battlefield is stained with blood, and the interior is rotten.

The Blazing Flame Tribe has risen to power, but if we don't take precautions in advance, who knows if it will be eroded by the situation within Yongyi.

Ji Tianlong agreed to Shen Can's suggestion.

Even though he has now become a sacrificial spirit, he still knows that young people are often impetuous and arrogant. Even the most cowardly young man will dream of becoming a strongman and roaming freely across the mountains and seas.

It is indeed time to cultivate the heart of a strong person.

The group of teenagers who arrived first outside the ancestral temple were all taken by the temple attendants and arranged to stay in the side hall of the ancestral temple.

While waiting for the grand ceremony, they would offer their best offerings to their settlement in the order of their arrival.

These past two days have been the busiest time before the grand ceremony.

Led by their shamans and village chiefs, people from various settlements arrived one after another and settled down outside their clan's territory.

One by one, wild beasts were brought out and placed on the grill, filling the air with the aroma of meat and the scent of wine.

Although the Blazing Flame Tribe doesn't have a strong foundation, Shen Can has conducted numerous sacrifices of varying scales, and the tribe members have begun to accept the same Blazing Flame from the bottom of their hearts.

In front of the campfire, people were wrestling, and all around them were shouts and yells.

One after another, the Mountain-Splitting Kui roared, because their tails were being pulled by a group of teenagers.

For two whole days and two nights, cheers and laughter rose and fell.

The clansmen gathered in joy, but Huotang, Huoshan, and others were extremely busy, leading the clan soldiers to patrol the four directions and guard the peace of the entire clan territory.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
On the mountain where the ancestral temple is located, the sound of war drums rang out, and flying boats took off into the air, spreading the sound of the drums in all directions.

Outside the ancestral temple, there were 108 shamans blowing horns.

The animal horn horn, specially crafted for sacrificial rites, produces clouds and smoke when blown, transforming into auspicious clouds that float outside the ancestral temple.

As the drums and horns sounded, people from various settlements who had already arrived at the ancestral land gathered from all directions.

A vast crowd gathered in the area in front of the ancestral temple, approaching it step by step and finding a place to stand.

Looking at the ancestral temple, which seemed to be embedded in the mountain, the clansmen became solemn.

"Look, it's Amao, it's our Amao, he's standing in the first place!"

"Amao has secured the first tribute qualification for the settlement! Quickly, prepare the offerings!"

"Our Acha is here too!"

"Next time we hold a grand ceremony, we must be the first to offer our sacrifices at the ancestral temple!"

Each voice was filled with excitement and fervor.

"Sacrifice!"

As many clansmen gazed fervently at the ancestral temple, dozens of young shamans appeared outside and shouted loudly.

Following the directions, Amao slowly ascended the steps, carrying a copper plate filled with a pile of beautiful jade, upon which rested a shimmering, crystalline block of witchcraft medicine and an enormous ear of millet.

As Amao climbed the steps, a group of boys and children emerged from his settlement, each carrying other offerings.

Not everyone can enter the ancestral temple, and besides, the ancestral temple can't hold all those things.

Below the ancestral temple is an enormous altar.

The boys placed the offerings prepared by their clansmen onto the altar.

The first person to present tribute naturally attracted the attention of countless clansmen, and many young men clenched their fists, thinking to themselves that they should be the first next time.

Compared to the offerings made to the ancestral temple, the offerings placed on the altar outside the ancestral temple appear much simpler.

Most of them were millet, wheat, rice, fruit, dried meat, minerals, and animal bones, with some pearls, fish stones, and so on.

After Amao came out of the ancestral temple, two more teenagers entered the ancestral temple, and no teenagers have entered the ancestral temple since then.

This made it clear to everyone that only the first three to arrive were qualified to enter the ancestral temple.

Next, the young people who secured a place in the tribute ranking for their settlement could only hand over their offerings to the shaman outside the ancestral temple, who would then present the best offerings from their settlement.

All the offerings were placed on the large altar outside the ancestral temple, piled up into a small mountain.

After placing the prepared offerings on the altar, the young people from each settlement did not return, but instead gathered in the square below the ancestral temple.

When the sunlight shone on the location of the ancestral temple, Shen Can walked out of the temple wearing a heavy sacrificial robe.

In that instant, cheers and roars of the clansmen suddenly rang out from the high platform outside the ancestral temple and from the platforms further away.

One by one, the attendant priests also stepped out from behind, following Shen Can in an orderly fashion, and then chanted incantations.

At this moment, a hazy mist filled the sky above the ancestral temple, and an ancient and vicissitudes aura was emanating from the mountains.

A mournful roar echoed from afar as Huotang led his clan's heavy-armored guards, dragging squads of Xiaoyang soldiers along as they approached.

These owl-like creatures struggled incessantly, yet they were still dragged along the ground, heading towards the ancestral temple, their eyes filled with despair and fear.

From barely surviving as a tribal people to living a stable life today.

The once arrogant and domineering Xiao Yang are now being dragged to the ancestral temple and made into sacrifices.

As a tribe where remnants of various tribes from Ji County gathered, the people present could best understand the situation.

puff!
As Xiao Yang was dragged to the open space reserved in front of the ancestral temple, Shen Can, who was high up, raised his hand, and the Luan Blade transformed into a stream of light from the sky, piercing through the Xiao Yang at the very front.

The Luan Blade, like a streak of light, pierced through hundreds of owl-like creatures, then returned to Shen Can's hand, flashing with bloody light.

puff puff!

In an instant, the clan soldiers who had escorted Xiaoyang raised their heavy swords and began to wield them.

The incantations chanted by the shamans grew faster and faster, their sounds gradually drowning out Xiaoyang's howls as they filled the ears of the tribe.

Shen Can was also chanting incantations, but unlike the atmosphere of the shamans, as he chanted, the malevolent blood energy he emitted began to outline shamanic symbols in the air.

The blood-red shamanic runes, dancing in the mist, flowed like water from below into the ancestral temple.

More and more Xiaoyang were dragged over, and among the clansmen below the ancestral temple, figures kept jumping out and attacking Xiaoyang.

The blood-red runes that filled the sky shone even brighter, and the clansmen were also affected by the surging blood energy, their eyes looking even more eagerly at the ancestral temple.

hum!
A series of thumping sounds echoed inside the ancestral temple.

The sacrificial vessels standing in the ancestral temple began to stir, and waves of energy rippled outwards, sweeping through the clansmen.

The divine intervention and miraculous manifestation of the spirits further stirred the emotions of the clansmen.

Later, everyone joined in dragging the prisoners, pulling each owl to the front of the ancestral temple and offering them to the sacrificial spirits.

The continuous stream of aspirations converged into a vast ocean at this moment, surging and pouring into the ancestral temple.

Even more intense fluctuations emanated from within the ancestral temple, like gusts of wind sweeping across every member of the clan.

A gust of wind swept past below the ancestral temple, and the blood essence of the slain sacrificial offering was quickly drained from its body, leaving it withered and broken on the ground.

The swirling blood energy quickly surged into the ancestral temple.

Seeing this, Shen Can raised his hand and sketched witch runes in the air. One witch rune after another appeared quickly in the blood mist like stars, and then were absorbed into the sacrificial spirit.

The shamans, who had been subjected to the impact of blood and qi for a long time, chanted their incantations louder and louder.

Because the number of offerings to Xiaoyang was far greater than imagined, reaching nearly half a million, the entire blood sacrifice scene lasted for a long time.

This time, however, not many of the owl-like corpses remained. Most of the owl-like corpses that were sacrificed were swept away by the blood winds that swept away the essence within their bones before they even fell.

One by one, the bodies of the owl yang, having absorbed all their essence, collapsed to the ground and crumbled into dust.

From afar, the entire Blazing Flame Clan territory formed a blood-red canopy stretching for hundreds of miles.

While taking away the essence of flesh and blood from the offerings of Xiaoyang, the offerings that the clansmen had placed on the altar were also shattered into energy by the fluctuations and carried into the ancestral temple.

The moment the bloody aura that filled the sky was absorbed into the ancestral temple, the sunlight shone down once more.

At that moment, the tribespeople realized that there was a pile of broken bone fragments under their feet.

"Buzz!"

A buzzing sound rang out from inside the ancestral temple, and ripples surged out like waves, rushing towards the boys and children gathered at the front of the temple.

Immediately, all the clansmen present realized what was happening.

Offering sacrifices to the spirits to bestow blessings.

Each child turned their eyes, quickly searching for their child, anxiously awaiting the blessings of the sacrificial spirit.

Before the boys and children could react, a gust of wind-like energy surged into their bodies.

Some of the children immediately felt their bodies burning hot.

Some people scratch their heads, feeling an itchy scalp.

Most of them just stared blankly at others, their eyes as clear as some kind of creature from Shen Can's previous life.

Only a few scattered individuals practiced the Five-Stage Skill on the spot.

Some were slow to realize what was happening and, seeing this, started practicing the Five-Stage Kung Fu together, but they didn't feel any effect compared to usual.

Inside the ancestral temple.

Seven figures stood inside the sacrificial cauldron.

Mu Zhaoyang, who had previously been stationed in Purgatory, also returned to the ancestral temple for this grand ceremony.

Ji Tianlong, Mu Zhaoyang, Ji Zongyang, Tao Zhen, Ji Kui, Jiang Muqi, Mu Yao.

Of the seven garrison soldiers, Mu Yao is the only woman.

Of course, the manifested spirit body was just a tiny bit mismatched with the name Mu Yao.

Mu Yaozhenbing was the second tallest of the seven, and he held a hammer covered with spikes that looked like animal horns.

The five newly awakened sacrificial spirits are currently fighting against Ji Tianlong and Mu Zhaoyang, adapting to their current state.

Shen Can's divine sense then fell upon the remaining members of the sacrificial spirit group.

As expected, the entire spirit-sacrificing group was supported by seven town-level spirit-sacrificing members. Although there were still some illusory figures in the remaining spirit-sacrificing group, it was still incomplete and in a state of ignorance.

"I didn't expect Ji Qing to have survived as well."

Ji Zongyang saw the senior calligrapher, whose mind was still unclear, inside the sacrificial cauldron.

"Ji Qing?"

Ji Tianlong was stunned for a moment, staring at the mural for a long time, but still couldn't recall any related memories.

This is a common problem for spirits; they have no way of deciding which part of their memories they can recover.

However, even so, Shen Can figured out why the seven town soldiers had appeared at Gufu Mountain.

When Marquis Yongshan launched his northern expedition against Xiaoyang, Xiaoyang's power was much greater than it is now, and they even had a fifth-tier Grand Priest.

Back then, Xiaoyang wasn't like it is now. There was still the Xiaoyang royal bloodline under the Grand Priest, and there were dozens of fourth-tier powerhouses.

The fifth-tier Grand Priest, relying on Xiao Yang's talent for being close to plants and the earth, unleashed powerful witchcraft, making Xiao Yang's combat strength in the mountains incredibly strong.

In that battle, the allied forces killed the High Priest of Xiaoyang, destroyed most of Xiaoyang's heritage, and nearly wiped out Xiaoyang altogether.

As for why they withdrew, the seven soldiers had no recollection of it.

After all, by the time the Marquis withdrew his troops, they had already died in battle.

Subsequently, Bo Hou filled in the burial pit of the Xiao Yang sacrificial victims and destroyed the Xiao Yang ancestral temple.

Using the soldiers who died fighting against Xiaoyang as a talisman, a witch formation was set up in Xiaoyang's ancestral land to suppress the Xiaoyang clan.

When Bo Hou moved them into the Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple, a ritual was performed to summon the spirits. Two of the seven spirits retained relevant memories.

In my memory, it wasn't just these seven soldiers who suppressed the Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple; there were nearly twenty of them in total.

But what exactly happened in between is unclear.

The white bone chains that manifested on at least seven people should not have been there.

When Shen Can guided the sacrificial spirits, it was done inside the burial pit of the human race who were being buried alive.

The suppression array for witches established by Bo Hou was located inside the Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple, and the burial pits had long been filled in.

All these changes seem to suggest that someone later tampered with the human witch formation that suppressed the Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple, moving it into the filled-in burial pit.

Not only did it break the suppression array, it also added white bone chains to the sacrificial spirit.

They intended to suppress the heroic spirits of the human race who were meant to suppress the Xiaoyang clan, and then force them into the burial pit.

If Xiaoyang were still at its peak eight thousand years ago, it wouldn't be a problem for him to do this.

Although Xiaoyang has risen again over the past few thousand years, its clan strength has never been as great as it once was, and it should not be able to shake the witch formation left by Bohou.

Even if the seven sacrificial spirits were gathered together, they still couldn't piece together a complete memory.

In the end, we had no choice but to give up.

"This is no longer something we can control."

Mu Zhaoyang spoke, showing a very open-minded attitude.

He'll live as long as he can, and if the day ever comes when he's needed to take action, he will.

In their lifetimes, they were at different levels of cultivation, but now, after the long passage of time, they are still bound by chains of white bones.

Even after absorbing so much of the Fiend Yang's blood essence and willpower, his combat strength is only about the same as that of a normal early-stage Divine Treasure cultivator.

If they burn their sacrificial spirit bodies, their combat power will increase, but their lifespan will be greatly shortened.

"Why does it smell like blood!"

At this moment, Mu Yao, the only female soldier in the town, spoke up.

The sacrificial owl had long since had its flesh and blood completely absorbed, leaving not a trace of blood energy inside or outside the ancestral temple.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Inside the ancestral temple, a sound like the beating of a drum rang out, and the sound waves spread in all directions, reaching the surrounding mountains of the clan's territory.

moment.

An overwhelming sense of terror swept out from the ancestral temple.

One figure after another appeared above the ancestral temple, and with each step they took, they had already traveled dozens of miles away.

In just two steps, they covered a hundred miles.

The seven figures then struck down towards the streak of blood-red light.

"Seven sacrificial spirits? That's impossible!"

(End of this chapter)