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

Chapter 255 The Great Priestess: Where are my offerings?!
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At this moment, Yu Cheng's heart was filled with killing intent.

His anger had reached its peak.

He was blown up by the beast core, but more importantly, he, a dignified fifth-level martial artist, was actually deceived by humans who were as insignificant as ants.

The human race was just waiting for him to arrive so they could bomb him with beast cores!
Previously, he only wanted to crush the people of the Blazing Flame Clan, but now he wants to slash through this entire mountain wilderness, splitting even insects and ants in half and shaking bird eggs until their yolks crumble.

Yu Cheng leaped up in anger, a wind blade falling from his abdomen, tearing the animal skin bag apart, and then began searching the nearby mountains and fields.

He was certain these people wouldn't go far.

Sure enough, he gradually discovered scattered human figures in various places in the surrounding mountains and fields.

One...one...two...one...

Rumble!
In a mountain forest, the captured people were crushed one by one. Yu Cheng once again stirred up a storm, flattening the lush jungle in an instant, and crushing the soil and rocks as well.

You, my lord, will surely tear you ants to pieces!

Not only were there few people captured, but none of them were members of the Blazing Flame Earl tribe that they were looking for.

In Yu Cheng's eyes, it was normal for the clan elders to abandon some useless clansmen in times of crisis, let alone vassal tribes.

To put it nicely, it's a vassal; to put it bluntly, it's a slave. Can you really call abandoning a slave "abandoning"?
But damn it, he wasn't even allowed to grab more servants!

Damn it!
After the storm raged for a while, Yu Cheng's aura became turbulent. He suppressed his aura and spent most of the day before he could barely calm down.

Long-lost wisdom has regained its dominance.

He is indeed a fifth-order rank, but he still needs to find a target to unleash his power.

Thousands of mountains and valleys, and the vast, towering peaks of the north, these ants, like insects, are not easy to find once they separate and hide underground.

Having lived for so many years, this is the first time I've felt that ants are so troublesome.

After assessing his injuries, Yu Cheng took to the air, first finding Yu Qing and Yu Chi who had been settled, and then flew with them towards the clan's territory.

The territory of the Holy Envoy Clan.

The old priest knelt below the statue of the Holy Spirit, chanting incantations.

The quality of the offerings has declined year by year, and the opportunities that the regular blessings brought by the sacrifices have brought to the clan have also diminished.

Putting aside everything else, the fact that there's only one elderly fifth-tier martial artist left in the clan is enough to tell you this.

The fate of the nearly half of the peak-level hunters in the Divine Realm is unknown. Having been out of contact for so long, they are most likely to have perished in the clutches of Old Lu Wu within the Giant Mountain Range.

Next, we will probably need to select someone from the tribe to fill the vacancy.

These days, he has been considering which members of his people should be selected to receive the blessing of the Holy Spirit, or whether to choose someone from among the pastors and then select another member of his people to fill the position of pastor.

For the warriors within the clan, each time they receive a blessing from the Holy Spirit, there is a high probability that they will break through their current cultivation level.

After much deliberation, the old priest decided to let the remaining three late-stage Divine Treasure Spirit Masters receive the blessings of the Holy Spirit and attempt to advance to the peak of the Divine Treasure realm.

He doesn't ask for much; he just needs two out of the three to advance to the peak of the Divine Realm, or at worst, one out of the three can be acceptable.

At this moment, the old shaman sensed the fluctuations at the entrance of the cave and immediately got up and walked outside.

They brought back the offerings!
The old priest stepped out of the temple, his eyes freezing instantly.

Where are the offerings?
When they saw Yu Cheng return, he wasn't flapping his wings, but standing upright and flying through the air.

Not only was he severely injured, but he was also holding two charcoal-like creatures in his claws.

From the entrance to the altar, one passes through the jungle inhabited by the Holy Messenger tribe.

Due to his injuries, and the more he thought about it along the way, the angrier he became, causing his body to surge with murderous aura and blood energy.

The moment they entered, they startled the tribespeople from their dens.

Seeing Yu Cheng's appearance, pairs of wide eyes appeared in the jungle, and they held their breath in astonishment.

Who turned our ancestor into walking upright?

What's the ancestor holding in his claws? Is it the roasted meat he brought back?

Under the watchful eyes of his clansmen, Yu Cheng rushed to the altar like a gust of wind.

The old priest immediately became furious.

Anger made him blurt it out.

"Damn Lu Wu!"

"It's not Lu Wu!"

Yu Cheng shook his head.

"Snow Demon, it's the Snow Demon!"

The old priest's voice cracked, "My clan has no grudge against the Snow Demon, how dare it!"

The Giant Mountain Range has three heads and five levels. The eight-legged Fei Yi is indifferent to worldly affairs. The Snow Demon lives in the Snow Mountain and rarely comes out of the mountain. Only Lu Wu is always meddlesome.

"It wasn't the Snow Demon, it was that damned sacrificial tribe!"

"What did you say!"

The old priest glared at Yu Cheng.

"That damned sacrificial tribe, they were waiting for me to capture them, and they even buried a fifth-tier beast core beforehand."

Damn it, the old shaman thought Yu Cheng was telling him a joke.

But look at the two lifeless corpses that Yu Cheng left behind. Although they were charred black, the remaining aura was definitely not that of Chi Huo Lu Wu.

It was killed by the beast core.

The old priest stumbled, almost falling off the altar, but he slowly walked to the temple entrance and held onto the door.

If he hadn't previously felt that the loss to the clan would be too great if Yu Bo and the others were to meet with misfortune, and therefore taken the severely injured and punished Yu Chang away for treatment...

The Holy Envoy Clan's hunting priests were almost completely wiped out.

However, considering Yu Chang's injuries, it was no different from the entire army being wiped out.

"I will annihilate this human tribe. I will have the Spirit Shepherd search every inch of the mountains and fields, digging three feet into the ground, to find them!"

Yu Cheng was filled with murderous intent; he had returned to mobilize his clansmen.

Even if this tribe scattered its people like grains of sand across the vast mountains and fields, they still needed to eat and hunt; they couldn't spend their entire lives crawling in caves like insects.

If you hide one by one, then I'll kill you one by one!

Even if it takes ten, thirty, or even a hundred years, he will exterminate this tribe.

The dignity of a fifth-rank official cannot be trampled under the ground by ants.

After a long period of uncertainty and a somber expression, the old priest regained his composure and said, "Tell me in detail how he tricked you into his trap."

Upon hearing this, Yu Cheng paused, unable to admit that he hadn't taken the offerings seriously at all.

Even a mere quasi-fifth-order formation, when dug open with a claw, exuded a strong vitality.

That scene was no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

At that moment, he was still mocking the sacrificial offering for overestimating its abilities, thinking that it could stop him with a near-fifth-order formation.

I didn't expect the sacrifice to be so ruthless; I'll risk my life to blow him up.

Of course, the issue is no longer whether or not to offer sacrifices; this Bo tribe must be destroyed.

Compared to Yu Cheng's murderous intent, the old priest, though also harboring murderous intent, was also considering how to proceed with the upcoming rituals.

It's easy to send the Shepherd Spirit Envoy to inspect this tribe, but with the Hunting Sacrifice Envoy almost completely wiped out, the Shepherd Spirit Envoy needs to take on the responsibility of continuing to capture sacrificial offerings.

Let's forget about the best fourth-tier offerings for now. Let's just grab a bunch of third-tier ones and get through this sacrifice.

"What's so difficult about offering sacrifices? Just have those chieftains of Yongyi make offerings!" Yu Cheng was filled with murderous intent at this moment. He was on the altar, but he could feel the gazes of his tribesmen in the surrounding forest falling on him.

He was a fifth-tier ancestor, second only to the Great Witch Priest. The gazes his clansmen were giving him made him feel like he was on fire.

"For many years, although we have ignored these tribes, they have long been aware of our intentions. Otherwise, they would not have guessed our intentions and offered us sacrifices in advance."

Yu Cheng's words made the old priest fall into deep thought. In the past, the priests had warned the hunting priests not to have any contact with the various tribes of Yongyi when they went out to capture offerings, not even to say a word.

Arrive and arrest; kill anyone who resists.

The purpose was to maintain the mystery and power of the Holy Envoy Clan, so that the various tribes of Yongyi would live in constant fear.

Thanks to the powerful battles fought against several strong resisting tribes during their ancestors' time, these tribes had long held the Holy Envoy Clan in awe, a respect that had persisted for thousands of years.

Even though the clan has declined somewhat, the various tribes of Yongyi have declined even more severely than the Holy Envoy Clan.

If we were to suddenly make contact with these tribes, the mystery surrounding the Holy Envoy Clan would be unveiled.

Besides, the ancestral precepts passed down through generations had been broken by him, so the high priest was still somewhat hesitant.

"The Great Priest!"

Seeing no movement, Yu Cheng spoke up: "As long as the Holy Spirit is here, the tribes of Yongyi will still submit to the intimidation of our people."

Our Holy Envoy Clan is different from them!

"Yes, we are different from them!"

The high priest was convinced by Yu Cheng's words.

As long as the Holy Spirit is present, the heavens of Yongyi cannot be overturned.

The high priest entered the temple, knelt beneath the statue, and began chanting incantations.

Yu Cheng couldn't hear what the high priest was muttering, but he knew that he had convinced the high priest.

In his opinion, it was not a big deal to ask the Yongyi tribe to offer sacrifices.

These tribes have been eyeing the Holy Envoy Clan for years, but have never received their favor. They have long been yearning for their blessing.

The high priest chanted for a quarter of an hour, then raised his drooping head and looked back at the statue.

The mythical bird, poised to take flight, was shrouded in countless runes, its azure light so intense that even one's consciousness would be lost within it.

Since the upheaval eight thousand years ago, the Holy Spirit has never manifested again, and the blessings bestowed in subsequent sacrifices have become increasingly weaker.

Perhaps this is also related to the quality of the offerings.

At this moment, the old shaman was thinking that perhaps he could capture higher-quality sacrificial offerings through the hands of the Yongyi people's Bo tribe.

After all, although the Holy Envoy Clan is powerful, it is also a reclusive clan. The major tribes of Yongyi are the local strongmen and may know more about the whereabouts of the best blood sacrifices.

Having this thought in mind, the old priest felt that he was adapting to the changing times, and his inner knot was untied.

After bowing to the statue of the god, he got up and walked out of the temple.

"Just do as you say."

"However, not just anyone is qualified to serve my Holy Envoy Clan."

"Furthermore, since the people of Yongyi have already provided the offerings, the tribe that caused your injury and the fall of the hunting priest can also be handed over to these people."

"follow me!"

As he spoke, the old priest also called to the shepherds who were prostrate at the foot of the altar.

The group bypassed the temple and went down from behind the altar.

Even Yu Cheng had no idea what the old priest was planning to do.

Behind the altar lies a forbidden area within the tribe, containing a large rift valley. In the past, any tribesman who bypassed the Holy Spirit Temple to reach the area behind the altar was executed on the spot.

After descending from the altar, one enters another ancient, dark blue forest, only this time the fallen leaves are thicker, the old trees are more robust, and vines hang down like pythons.

The old priest walked in front, and everyone else could only follow behind him, until they arrived at the edge of a ravine.

Looking down into the rift valley, it appears incredibly deep.

The old shaman prostrated himself before the cliff face, muttering words that his descendants would be worthless.

Then, instead of getting up, he knelt down and began chanting incantations.

Suddenly, a gust of wind arose below the rift valley, and after a few breaths, it turned into a gale, howling like thunder, as the rosy light of dawn broke through the darkness.

Huge runes crackled and lit up, flashing across both sides of the rift valley like lightning.

This scene stunned Yu Cheng and the Shepherds who had followed.

Within the clan, in the forbidden area, there are hidden secrets.

A fierce wind howled, and an inexplicable ancient aura rose from the depths of the Great Rift Valley, the violent winds forcing the Spirit Shepherds to retreat.

A brilliant blue light flashed like lightning, tearing through the cave. A three-hundred-foot-long ancient boat, covered in inky black moss, was lifted out of the depths of the ravine by a fierce wind.

When the gale swept across the hull, it revealed mottled marks on it, including sword marks and fist imprints.

One hundred and eight sails gave rise to one hundred and eight storms and thunderbolts.

It gives the impression that once it flies off the sail, it could cause the world to crumble.

"This is a fifth-tier flying boat!"

One of the Spirit Masters exclaimed in surprise. He knew that there were three fifth-tier magical artifacts in the clan, but he never knew that there was also a fifth-tier flying boat in the clan.

The old priest looked at the flying boat, his gaze deep and serious. It was the first time he had seen the true appearance of this Wind and Thunder Flying Boat.

He didn't say much to the exclamations of his clansmen, but instead spoke to Yu Cheng.

This is the vehicle he gave to Yu Cheng. With this flying boat, Yu Cheng can sit on it to recover from his injuries and also conceal the fact that he is seriously wounded.

Even if they control the Yongyi people, they must not let the Yongyi people see the weakness of the Holy Envoy Clan.

"An empty shell?"

Yu Cheng was startled, and his divine sense pierced through the wind and thunder to enter the interior of the flying boat.

Inside the airship, the keel was broken, the grid was shattered, and countless spiritual barriers were entangled together.

On a broken piece of dragon bone, the mark of the Yinglong radiates a dazzling divine light.

According to the clan records, this was left over from an upheaval eight thousand years ago, and for many years, the clan has not been able to repair it.

"enough!"

Soon, Yu Cheng calmed down his inner turmoil. Even if it was just an empty shell, it was enough to intimidate people.

He understood why the old priest had brought out the flying boat.

Even though the human tribe of Yongyi held the Holy Spirit Clan in awe, it still required an unparalleled aura from within the tribe to command them.

True strength cannot reveal the slightest sign of weakness.

If he hadn't told anyone, who would have known that the fifth-order Wind and Thunder Flying Boat was damaged inside?

The Yongyi people, who had feared the Holy Spirit Clan for thousands of years, felt even more awe and submission upon seeing the fifth-tier flying boat.

……

A few days later, several Spirit Shepherds left their clan's territory and headed northwest, eventually arriving near the Blazing Flame Clan's territory, where they began searching the mountains and rivers.

half a month later.

In the eastern sky of Yongyi, a thunderous explosion stretching for tens of miles shot rapidly from the heavens into the depths of Yongyi.

(End of this chapter)