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

Chapter 334 The War Soul Returns!
In the Zhiyanbo tribe, more than 20,000 temples and shrines gathered together in a square.

As night fell, flames danced on the numerous fire altars standing all around, dispelling the gloom in the square.

There were whispers in the square; everyone had been summoned here quite some time ago.

So, many acquaintances gathered together, whispering and speculating whether they were about to see the Blazing Flame Temple.

Even though the temple shrines from small tribes didn't know anything at first, they learned a thing or two from others on their way to Zhiyan.

As the crowd whispered among themselves, the dim sky suddenly brightened.

The light obscured the flickering flames in the square, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

In the distance, a colorful glow appeared on the horizon, and a blurry figure seemed to be walking on the glow. However, no matter how wide everyone's eyes were, they could not make out the figure's face.

Some people subconsciously rubbed their eyes, and when they looked again, they were shocked to see ancient altars amidst the colorful glow.

Each altar radiated a glow, shrouded in mist, and the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses could be heard. In a trance, chariots rolled and knights charged towards the sky.

For a moment, it was hard to tell whether it was real or an illusion.

Those present were all temple priests. Apart from a few from small tribes who could hardly be considered shamans, everyone's spiritual sense was stronger than that of martial artists of the same level.

But at this moment, whether they are genuine temple devotees or merely shamans with a talent for witchcraft, the moment they are first drawn into the scene of radiant light, the moment they are completely captivated.

Countless armored soldiers looked up at the towering mountain, the leader's figure as majestic as the mountain itself. Standing atop the mountain, they gazed north, inscribed a stone tablet, and returned home.

Bright red blood dripped down, then poured down like a torrential rain, with countless bones floating on the surface.

In the dark, ancient land, between the cracked earth and rocks, lay the bones of humankind, from young adults to children under one year old, their blood dried and blackened.

As far as the eye can see, corpses lie scattered for miles, eaten by birds and beasts.

Each scene pierced the hearts and minds of the temple devotees present like a sharp sword.

“You are all lowly slaves, and the black bird will devour you. This is your fate.”

"The lowly must accept their fate!"

……

The tattered battle flag, the figure that seemed to have been slowly tortured, reduced to bones yet still standing.

"What are you still struggling for in vain? Only by becoming food for my Black Bird can your lineage be preserved."

"Fuck you."

“Ignorant stubborn bastards, tell me yourself, how many tens of thousands of years has it been since any human messengers from other lands appeared in this area? You are long ago lowly people abandoned in the wilderness.”

"They're nothing but pitiful creatures forgotten in a corner of the wilderness. Who would even remember a bunch of ants?"

"Perhaps, people in other places have long since disappeared as well, so don't expect anything from other human races."

"Yongshan will come back again."

"The fire on Yongshan Mountain has been extinguished."

"It's not dead!"

"Only death!"

puff!
In the square, the temple's figure undulated violently, then a mouthful of blood gushed out.

puff puff!

Once there's a first, there's a second; one's energy and spirit flicker violently like a candle flame in a storm, accompanied by a surge of blood and qi.

"Go to hell, accept your fate!"

Someone instinctively shouted angrily and raised their hand to strike forward.

"Kill!"

……

Upon waking, the figures were breathing heavily, feeling as if their energy and spirit had been completely exhausted after a fierce battle. Some wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, their minds still immersed in the scene they had just witnessed.

Some people subconsciously looked up and saw a figure in a sacrificial robe standing silently in mid-air in front of the majestic Temple of the Dead, looking down at them.

The towering figure seemed to possess an indescribable power, bringing them an endless sense of oppression.

Shen Can quietly observed the temple deities present. In truth, whether these people were third-tier or first-tier, or even just shaman apprentices, was not important to Shen Can.

If your strength is too low, you can cultivate.

With his powerful divine sense, he constructed a spiritual world, pulling all the temples present into it and allowing him to see the true nature of each person.

Not bad, over 90% of the mental traits are usable.

A few of them have gotten old and have truly forgotten their duties as temple deities.

Seeing that most people had woken up, Shen Can raised his hand.

The sounds of dragons roaring and phoenixes singing echoed in the sky above the square, followed by a shower of sweet dew that turned into a misty drizzle.

This was prepared in advance, knowing that these weaker temples would experience a backlash after being pulled into the spiritual world.

At this moment, the nectar contained a rich medicinal aroma, which made the temple members present feel a slight coolness on their bodies, and even the injuries caused by the previous surge of witch power were nourished.

Many people looked up at the sky and saw the dragon and phoenix dancing, feeling that this scene was deeply imprinted in their minds.

As the dew dissipated, Shen Can's voice rang out.

"They're all awake."

Upon hearing this, all the temples present came to their senses.

"I have met the High Priest."

Many people prostrated themselves before them. The radiant Shen Can before them was almost like a god. Although they were both temple deities, he was like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

At first, the voices were sparse, but later, the sounds of greeting became louder and louder.

Shen Canwei remained unmoved. He pulled the various temples and shrines into his spiritual world, not only to make them understand the difficulties of the human race, but also to completely subdue them.

Controlling these temples is equivalent to controlling the sacrificial power of each department.

The human alliance can be forged through martial arts, but the human mindset needs the guidance of these temples.

By using the spiritual realm to intimidate and influence the various temples, he aims to ensure everyone's cooperation with his reforms.

These people are like the first batch of disciples he took in. Although the disciples were not very talented, they became the cornerstone of the development of the Zhiyanbo tribe's witchcraft, carrying on the inheritance of the Zhiyanbo tribe's witchcraft from scratch.

In Shen Can's eyes, the role of this group of temple deities is the same as that of his first batch of disciples: to connect the past and the future.

"Everyone get up."

Shen Can descended from mid-air and walked to the center of the various temples where the deities were seated.

"The martial arts of Yongyi are not thriving, the shamanistic practices are not prominent, and there is a pervasive atmosphere of corruption among the various tribes. Everyone should know about these problems without me having to explain them."

These are all things of the past. Since the establishment of the alliance, our human race should look forward. There were many reasons for the past events, and the alliance will no longer dwell on them.

It is a fact that many of the warriors in Yongyi show signs of bestiality, and their minds are even affected by the savage aura of wild beasts. This is the problem that needs to be addressed at the moment.

As a temple, it should rightfully worship ancestors and heroic spirits, and pass on martial arts and shamanistic practices.

The temple deities present listened to Shen Can's words, some with their heads down, seemingly lost in thought, while others felt their cheeks flush uncomfortably.

"The reason why the witchcraft of Yongyi is not prominent is because the lineage has been broken. As I said before, since the establishment of the alliance, let bygones be bygones and start anew. To solve this problem, we need to figure out the degree of beastification of each tribe and what problems have occurred."

"You are all temple deities of your respective tribes, and you should be aware of some of the issues within your own clans."

As Shen Can spoke, his divine sense enveloped the entire scene, and every change in each person was imprinted in his perception.

"It doesn't matter if we don't know now. We'll go back and investigate. We humans cultivate martial arts to protect our heritage. If we become like beasts because of martial arts, wouldn't we be no different from animals?"

At this moment, Shen Can spoke again.

"Come!"

Many temples were taken aback, and then they felt a light shining again.

In the dim light, flying boats hovered in the air and landed on one side of the square.

"The Alliance has prepared airships to send you all back to your tribes so you can investigate the situation of the beast transformations in each tribe."

"In addition, each department can receive a witchcraft test plate to test whether the younger generation of each department has the talent for witchcraft."

The higher the markings on the divination plate, the stronger the talent for divination.

After investigating the beast transformation situation in each tribe, the best of the best young men who were found to have talent for witchcraft were selected to return with the main temple.

There are ten slots for lower-grade tribes, twenty slots for upper-grade tribes, and thirty slots for the Bo tribe.

The alliance possesses a complete system of witchcraft cultivation methods; those with exceptional talent who pass an examination can receive instruction in witchcraft cultivation techniques.

"Go."

With a wave of his hand, Shen Can caused the temple deities around him to rise, bow to him, and then head towards the distant flying boat.

These airships had long ago raised flags to indicate which region they were heading to.

Compared to when they came, when the smaller tribes followed the Bo tribe, this time they were all transported by airships allocated by the alliance.

As for whether some tribes would hide talented young people they discovered using divination tools, Shen Can didn't care.

He was even certain that some tribes might be hiding one or two people with exceptional talent.

But that doesn't matter. If you're given the opportunity and can't seize it, you can't blame anyone else.

Of the more than 20,000 tribes of varying sizes, although the Bo tribe had 30 slots, the total number of slots for the Bo tribe was still relatively small. In comparison, there were far more young people gathered from ordinary tribes.

These young men and women, gathered from various departments, became the first priests of Valhalla.

The young man's mind has not yet fully developed. If he can be properly nurtured, he will definitely become one of the first supporters of the Human Alliance.

At that time, outstanding individuals will be selected to return to their respective departments to inherit the responsibilities of the temple, and some will be incorporated into the Alliance's Temple of Heroes as priests.

The remaining options are either to join the alliance or to go to the Dai region; both have their uses.

Compared to the slow arrival of the various temples and shrines, the alliance's airships picked them up and left the Blazing Flame Tribe that very night.

As the various temples and shrines returned to their respective tribes, Volcano, along with some elders and warriors from the Human Alliance, also began to return from Dai.

A vast array of warships and birds of prey returned, traversing the Juyue Mountains.

On the warship, several executive elders were sitting in the ship's deck, and those who were not present were connected via communication devices.

"The merits must be clearly counted, and the punishments must be carefully reviewed. Anyone who commits serious crimes must be severely punished without exception, and their direct relatives and entire families must be exiled."

Volcano spoke, and he was much more composed now, mainly because Huotang was with him and a group of elders and advisors, which gave Volcano a lot of confidence and made him more relaxed in his speech and actions.

He even felt that this council of elders was very useful. In the future, when any executive elder retired, he could bring them into the council to prevent them from doing nothing and messing around.

As for how to settle the land, we need to go back and convene the Alliance Conference next.

Although some ordinary elders did not come, there were quite a few soldiers from various tribes who participated in the conquest of Dai.

In addition, the sacrificial rites need to be redesigned, and Shen Can's ideas should be considered in these matters.

Therefore, Volcano is only letting the executive elders express their opinions for now, and does not intend to make a final decision.

After returning to Yongyi, Huotang, the advisor who had followed the volcano, went to the Zhiyan Ancestral Temple to find Shen Can and ask about the arrangements for the Daidi sacrifices.

Including the tribal soldiers who died in the battle of Daidi, this is the first time the Human Alliance has recovered a piece of homeland. Should a grand sacrificial ceremony be held?

Sacrifices are the foundation upon which the human race has continued to reproduce and pass on its heritage for so many years, and naturally they cannot be broken.

……

Within the Juyue Mountains, countless figures are engaged in large-scale construction.

The site of this large-scale construction happened to be located on a high, elevated plot of land, and was named Yinglingyuan (Heroic Spirit Plain).

This piece of land is 300 li from east to west and 70 li from north to south. The new Alliance Temple of Heroes was built on this land.

The allied troops who had conquered the Dai region were about to return, and Shen Can issued an edict to relocate and expand the Alliance Heroes Temple.

Furthermore, the Temple of the Heroes is built at the highest point, so it can be seen from any direction.

At this moment, the figures building the Temple of Heroes are either warriors drawn from various departments or temple staff who have returned from those departments.

After returning, these temples submitted a report on the beast transformation to Shen Can, and also brought with them young people from their respective tribes who had the talent for witchcraft.

Shen Can didn't rush to meet the teenagers, but instead arranged a labor class for them first.

Even if the boys in the Great Wilderness are only thirteen or fourteen years old, they all have considerable strength. Besides, these children don't need to do things like splitting mountains and cracking rocks.

They are only doing what they can to help.

Furthermore, everyone who comes here is told what they are doing.

This is to be built as a temple to commemorate the human warriors who died fighting to protect humanity and drive out the alien races.

Young people are full of vigor and are most likely to admire heroes.

They were all working very hard, and their busy figures could be seen everywhere.

The construction of Valhalla was very rapid, with changes occurring almost daily.

Compared to the previous murals depicting the sun, moon, stars, birds, and beasts, this carving depicts a scene of a great battle between human alliance warriors.

There are scenes of heavily armored soldiers wielding swords, chariots moving about, and warships hovering in the air.

A main hall that was a thousand feet tall, along with a hundred auxiliary halls, formed a palace complex that was built in just one month.

As the sun rose, its golden light shone upon the newly built Temple of the Heroes.

The various temples and the young people gathered in the square in front of the Temple of the Heroes.

At this moment, everyone had changed into brand-new shaman robes and stood quietly in solemn silence.

The mournful sound of horns rang out, and amidst the undulating, towering mountains, a massive fleet of warships headed towards Valhalla.

Today, the human warriors who died in the battle of Daidi have returned.

The numerous temples and young people lined up outside the Temple of the Heroes stared wide-eyed at the returning warship.

The horns sounded like thunder, with flying knights leading the way, and priests standing at the bow chanting incantations to summon the souls of the departed.

In an instant, the teenagers subconsciously straightened their shoulders, imitating the adults, and their expressions became solemn.

(End of this chapter)