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

Chapter 426 Refining the Killing Move!

When the Silver Horned Beast King's divine sense landed inside the pagoda where the humans were temporarily residing, he saw a group of auspicious beasts of all sizes mingling with the humans, appearing very friendly.

Then, looking at the other races, their returning members were few and far between, and their injuries were treated rather haphazardly.

However, the Silver Horned Beast King quickly withdrew its divine sense, and with the Azure Bird, it settled in a spot on the high platform and closed its eyes to meditate.

The moment the Silver Horned Beast King's divine sense swept over the pagoda, Shen Can had already noticed it.

The Beast King's divine sense came and went quickly, but Shen Can still clearly captured its location and saw the bluebird on the Beast King's head.

A mythical beast, even purer than the Five-Colored Deer in the alliance.

Its body, though seemingly blue, radiates three kinds of divine light, as if endless witchcraft is slowly rotating within it.

"Coo coo!"

The bluebird let out two soft calls, and the auspicious beasts inside the pagoda responded with soft murmurs and cries.

None of the auspicious beasts in the Human Alliance are of pure bloodline, but after the Five-Colored Deer entered the fifth rank and officially became the leader of the auspicious beasts, the growth of the auspicious beasts seems to be a little faster than before.

On ordinary days, the alliance also encourages its members to interact more with the mythical beasts, and to provide as much resources as possible for cultivating the beasts, such as various herbs and spiritual flowers.

"Yo-yo." The five-colored deer called out softly twice, and the auspicious beasts inside the pagoda stopped.

On the other side, after cooing twice, the bluebird wrapped itself up with its wings, looking like it was about to go to sleep.

Although Shen Can didn't understand what these auspicious beasts were calling out, he could feel the gentleness in the bluebird's eyes when he looked at the bluebird on the Silver Horned Beast King.

The five-colored deer approached Shen Can and said, "It's greeting us."

Shen Can nodded. Bringing the auspicious beasts from the alliance this time seemed to be just right.

Back then, Crimson Fire Lu Wu guarded the auspicious beasts. The Golden Horned Beast King and the Silver Horned Beast King were originally wild beasts, and it seems that they had a good relationship with the auspicious beasts.

The surge of spiritual energy within the ruins was too great, and it would take more than a day or two to calm it down. Shen Can calmed down and prepared to continue deducing the spiritual energy within the ruins.

At this moment, Prince Bizhen of the Baxia clan, who had just given Prince Qisan a sound beating, was complaining to his Baxia father, "It was all the work of that stupid dragon Ao Yu."

"That's bad. The previous spirit restriction map is useless now, and more importantly, we didn't get that seventh-tier spirit item. Now that the spirit restriction has changed, we might not be in the same place when we go in again."

"That spirit-sealing storm was terrifying. You wouldn't believe how many tornadoes it created; it tore the sky inside the ruins apart. I almost didn't make it out."

"He almost got me killed."

"If I were inside, you should find another dragon maiden and have another child."

"Our family is different from Zhangshui. In Zhangshui, it's no problem for a hundred or eighty princes to die. They die faster than they are born."

When Prince Bizhen complained, the eldest prince of Zhangshui watched and listened expressionlessly.

Bi Zhen complained to the Crown Prince in front of him.

"Alright, all done."

After filing the complaint, the true prince put away the communication jade token and held it up to the eldest prince.

"I suppose after this, even if your dragon father still likes Ao Yu, he won't bother you anymore."

"You've taken the lead in developing the ruins this time. If all races can benefit from it, it will be of great advantage to you."

The many near-seventh-tier individuals summoned this time weren't just randomly chosen; they were all people with close relationships.

There's no need to elaborate on the dragon bloodline. Although the Xuan Snake and Ao Jin clans are not as powerful as the dragon clans, they are still large clans in the Southern Region, with descendants in various places.

Once such a race reaches the seventh rank, it can integrate the various ethnic groups scattered across different regions, forming a tremendous influence over a vast area.

As the eldest prince of the Zhangshui Dragon King, despite being ranked first among all the princes.

However, this first place also represents his age, and further illustrates that when he was born, the current Dragon Lord was far from reaching the seventh level.

As a descendant of the Dragon King, he not only didn't benefit much from the bloodline, but also lacked the protection of a powerful maternal clan.

It can be said that he has paid a much higher price on his cultivation path than other princes to achieve his current strength.

He brought so many races to participate in the restoration of the ruins, naturally so that they would have more support in the future, since his good brothers were born with powerful assistance.

He needs to make allies and gain assistance to have a greater chance of seizing the next Dragon King's throne.

One day later.

Deep in the Zhangshui Dragon Kingdom.

The mountains and rivers are connected, and the atmosphere is still pristine.

Wisps of mist rose up, enveloping this pristine landscape.

A torrential downpour began, and an enormous mountain range emerged from the ground, surrounded by endless mysterious water, its aura of awe sweeping across heaven and earth.

At that moment, the mountains and valleys all began to tremble.

Countless dragons prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling and kowtowing, gazing into the depths of the primeval forest.

What happened?!

Unfortunately, no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't make out the area where the rain was pouring down.

Amidst the dense clouds and rain, a figure stood tall and imposing, a massive monument on his back soaring into the clouds like a mountain, his eyes like two emerald lakes embedded in the clouds.

"Old Silver Dragon, you have so many bloodline descendants, but I only have this one precious son. I almost died because of your stupid dragon son. If you can't educate him properly, I'll help you."

The colossal figure emitted a deep, muffled sound, like thunder, which caused the surrounding mountains to collapse.

His response was a dragon's tail as large as a mountain, which swept across him horizontally.

"Old turtle, who are you calling your father?"

This attack was like the end of the world; the burst of energy completely shattered this land.

Fortunately, both of the fighting beings deliberately restrained their power, and the burst of energy did not spread beyond the area where the rain was falling.

"Old Silver Dragon, I'll help you out this time and pull out the root of your troubles, so you won't create so many unreliable messes in the future."

"hold head high!"

"Awoo!"

"You old bastard, you're attacking my bottom lane, I'm not going to hold back anymore."

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A muffled roar echoed through the storm, as neither figure used any supernatural powers, and their figures collided repeatedly.

"Old Silver Dragon, I'm helping you to fundamentally solve your problem of not being able to discipline your offspring."

"You bastard! My offspring are not for you to interfere with, you old bastard!"

"Dragon King of Zhangshui, what about adding me?"

In the midst of the torrential rain, a golden light suddenly appeared, and an enormous foot stomped down from the sky, breaking through the clouds and descending towards the Dragon King of Zhangshui.

"You have too many children. If you really think it's too many, I can help you reduce a few."

Rumble!

Within the area affected by the torrential rain, bursts of light burst forth, engulfing the heavens and earth and obscuring the three giant shadows.

The roar echoed through the mountains for a long time, and the beasts outside trembled in fear.

Within the ruins of the mountains, three enormous figures landed.

"Dragon Lord, if this happens again, our alliance will suffer greatly."

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The Golden Horned Beast King looked at the Zhangshui Dragon King, whose younger brother, Silver Horn, was born of the same mother.

Given the way the Dragon King's most favored son behaved, he might very well perish in those ruins.

Even those at the seventh level of the spiritual barrier couldn't enter. After their investigation, they discovered that if they forced their way in, the spiritual barrier inside could completely explode, potentially annihilating them, all at the seventh level.

If it can destroy a seventh-level being, then a near-seventh-level being would certainly perish inside.

"How about it, old Silver Dragon? If you're going to say that all my troubles stem from your calf, I'll castrate it for you."

Baxia Dragon Lord looked at Zhangshui Dragon Lord with a cold smile.

Prince Qi Sanqi caused trouble, and several prospective seventh-rank princes were implicated and endangered. A promising opportunity almost turned into a place that would ruin their future. No matter how much he doted on Qi Sanqi, the Dragon Lord of Zhangshui was very angry.

Now that two seventh-tier beings have joined forces to beat him up, Zhangshui Dragon Lord is even angrier.

Although the mistake was made by his own son, he still retorted to Baxia Longjun without any politeness, "That's still not as impressive as you, Niu Zishang, who has a lot of face."

As soon as those words were spoken, the pouring rain seemed to freeze.

Baxia Dragon Lord roared, and even the dragon's roar disappeared, the sound directly breaking.

"roar!"

Immediately, another great battle broke out.

"Golden Horn, don't stop me! If I don't wipe out the root of this trouble today, the Baxia clan will be walking backwards!"

"I'll kill you."

The battle lasted a day and a night, with neither dragon able to gain the upper hand.

Finally, the two lay on the ground, glaring at each other, each trying to kill the other with their eyes.

Several days passed in a flash, and Qi Sanqi returned in his dragon chariot.

Along the way, he had already planned to ask the Dragon King for some more treasures, and then cause trouble for Bi Zhen when he got back.

But when he returned to the Dragon Kingdom and arrived at the Dragon King's place of cultivation, he saw ruins everywhere and three huge figures looking at him.

For no apparent reason, Qi Sanqi felt his dragon body tremble violently, and a chill swept over him.

"Jun----"

The Zhangshui Dragon King, who was glaring at the Baxia Dragon King, saw Qi Sanqi return and yelled, "Get the hell over here!"

Then, the dragons in the Dragon Kingdom heard a terrible dragon roar, accompanied by the sound of whips lashing.

Amidst the storm, a dragon hung naked in mid-air, whips formed from lightning constantly lashing down.

"what!"

The dragon struggled incessantly, trying to roll and dodge the thunderous whip, but it could not avoid it each time.

The screams continued for three whole days.

"You two, don't stop me. I'll beat this beast to death today, so that your trip won't be in vain."

Zhangshui Dragon King stared at the Golden Horned Beast King and Baxia Dragon King with his two large dragon eyes.

"Don't anyone stop me!"

Baxia Dragon Lord chuckled.

"Alright, alright, don't kill him, just leave him alive."

"Golden Horn and I will keep an eye on him and make sure he survives. In a hundred years, he'll be lively and energetic, inheriting your old silver dragon's talent."

Three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

An inspection of the ruins revealed that the internal spiritual constraints had not yet fully stabilized.

Such places, where a single disturbance caused by a spiritual barrier can affect an entire area, are among the most difficult relics to deal with.

A surge of spiritual confinement led the Holy Race to change the rules for entering the ruins.

In response, the near-seventh-rank officials present issued several decrees.

Fighting is prohibited within the ruins.

Each ethnic group arranged for its members to collect resources and search for clearly documented traditions within the outer areas, following established customs.

Deep within the ruins, a high-level spiritual object guarded by a spiritual barrier was discovered. It must be returned and its location reported. It must not be taken without authorization, lest it trigger another surge of spiritual barriers.

This exploration will last for three years, and rewards will be given after three years based on the performance of each tribe.

Three years later, if any tribe still wants to enter the ruins, they will need to recruit more people themselves.

Several months have not helped Shen Can's deductions much, and he still hasn't fully grasped the basic witchcraft within the Spirit Restriction.

This style of writing in Malay script is inherently complicated and requires countless trials and errors; it cannot be understood in just a few months.

During the months they spent away from home, people of different ethnic groups also had some exchanges on the high platform outside the stone gate.

However, the human race has not achieved much in its external exchanges.

Leaving aside the ancient city of Tu Shang, the dozen or so races that arrived outside the stone gate earlier than them were not very friendly to humans.

Especially the Xuan Snake Clan.

However, the fact that their ancestor has not appeared over the past few months has made this race much more obedient, no longer watching the human race with the same cold indifference as before.

Their ancestors are naturally in Shen Can's hands.

To be honest, the ancestor of the Xuan Snake Clan, who was at the near-seventh rank, was really hard to kill.

In any other place, given that the Xuan Snake could resonate with the Dao of Heaven and Earth and borrow a wisp of wind power, Shen Can would have to run away as fast as he could.

When he first met the Crown Prince, he wondered if he could use his "Eternal Oblivion" divine power to shake the quasi-seventh-level Divine Sea.

Within the ruins, he turned his idea into reality.

It only had a tiny bit of use because the near-seventh-tier cultivator was severely injured; it would have had little effect on a normal near-seventh-tier cultivator.

It's true that Shen Can's divine sea contains tens of millions of memory fragments, but these things are useless if the divine sea's defenses cannot be broken.

The attack he delivered against the Golden Horned Serpent, the "Forget the Eternity" technique, caused his divine court to tremble. These past few months have been spent stabilizing his divine court.

However, this divine power of sitting in oblivion for eternity could be further refined.

In the intervals between deduction and cultivation over the past few months, Shen Can thought about condensing another powerful soul-soul attack.

Then, he also thought of a powerful martial arts move.

Even if it's just one strike, it'll be enough to turn the tide of battle.

Leaving aside the ultimate martial arts moves, the ultimate soul-soul move is to forge the "Eternal Meditation" technique into a sharp sword.

At this moment, within Shen Can's divine court, the prototype of a sharp sword had already taken shape.

This sword was forged using divine sense, and during the forging process, fragments of deduced memories were continuously incorporated.

This way, at least when it is used, it will not be like before, hastily stirring up the divine court and causing turmoil.

He had taken out the deduced memory fragments in advance and integrated them into this sword of divine consciousness.

A wisp of divine consciousness can carry many fragments of memory, making each fragment seem weak on its own. However, when fragments of memory accumulated over millions of years are gathered together, even the most useless fragments will undergo a qualitative change.

Another month passed, and after investigation, it was confirmed that the ruins had finally calmed down, and people began to enter them one after another.

This time, everyone learned their lesson.

Once inside, first contact your clansmen and gather them together.

Upon re-entering the ruins, Shen Can glanced at the Spirit Forbidden Zone and, sure enough, it had changed drastically.

Fortunately, spirit barriers in the outer areas are extremely rare, so as long as you don't go into the sky, you'll be fine.

Instead of rushing deeper into the Spirit Forbidden Zone, they first helped their clansmen reunite and chose a sturdy mountain foothills as their campsite, thousands of miles from the exit of the Spirit Forbidden Zone.

Given the nature of this forbidden area, it's not advisable to force our way in; we need to proceed cautiously and steadily.

After settling his clansmen in, Shen Can cautiously made his way deeper into the forbidden area.

He still doesn't have enough basic shamanic scripts to deduce the spirit restriction; he needs to search further within the texts.

In addition, he obtained two slave tokens from the Golden Horned Serpent.

The spiritual energy on one token had completely lost its luster, while the other token, though much dimmer, still retained some of its radiance.

Both tokens contained the aura of human blood. The tokens, though dull, still had the same aura as the palm he had picked up before.

This proves that the Golden Horned Serpent had two human slaves, one of whom is still alive.

To be a useful slave for a seventh-tier target, one's cultivation level must be at least at the late sixth tier.

Shen Can is still a little short of that level.

The multicolored spirit prison shimmered with dazzling light, and from afar, a terrifying killing intent was hidden beneath this beautiful color.

Below the Forbidden City are the traces of a city, half-covered in mud.

Shen Can followed the slave token and carefully made his way here, collecting new spirit-binding spells as he went.

Finally, after more than a month, we arrived near the outline of this ancient city.

In this month, the distance traveled was not very far, only about a million miles, but due to the obstruction of the spirit barrier, sometimes a long detour was required.

The Spirit Imprisonment Frenzy altered the layout of the Spirit Imprisonment within the ruins, and some of the surface was also damaged.

However, on the way, Shen Can discovered that the poisonous insects, snakes, and ants living in the mountains and fields were actually not affected.

These insects and ants have lived here for so long that they have adapted to the spirit-sealing frenzy, and some of them have even developed witchcraft similar to the spirit-sealing on their bodies.

Laughter erupted from within the city walls.

"—The ceremony is complete. With the spirits offered as a witness, I hereby bestow upon you the title of Earl of Shouyang, and relocate your clan's territory west of Shouyang Mountain, in accordance with the ancestral temple in Shifang. Bestow upon you these gifts—"

"Kill! Kill!"

"You beast, give me back the lives of my people!"

"They're all dead, all dead! Sound the horns, march forth! We humans have no temples where we kneel and beg for survival!"

Amidst the ruins of the city, a crazed figure stood, his hands seemingly gripping a horn, uttering muffled sounds.

Blowing as it goes, it rushes forward.

The spiritual barrier crackled and lit up, binding it within like an electric net.

A madman's voice burst out of the spirit prison, crashing through the walls, shouting and yelling.

"They're all dead, but I'm not. Who am I?!"

"I am the head of the Shifang Hou clan's ancestral temple!"

"No, no, no, I am—roar roar roar—I am the Beast King."

"ah----"

The madman clutched his head with both hands, rolling around in the ruins of the city, constantly colliding with the spirit barriers within the broken walls.

"I am a temple of Shifang! I am a temple of Shifang!"

"Shifang is in imminent danger. I must awaken the sacrificial spirits to protect Shifang!"

"O soul, return—"

"They're all dead, even the sacrificial spirits are dead! You beasts of the Gu Diao Clan! We humans have no temples where we kneel and beg for survival!"