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

Having discerned the extraordinary nature of the sacrificial text, Shen Can had anticipated this moment and thus withdrew his divine sense from the statue beforehand.

Although this method doesn't allow for a complete understanding of the entire sacrificial text, he has deduced it over time and has gained some insight into its content. Of course, it's impossible to say that everything is perfectly accurate.

The words used in writing memorial texts often have multiple meanings, including auxiliary words that have no meaning. The entire memorial text must be read and understood together.

But for Shen Can, this knowledge was enough.

The purpose of the Black Bird in using this sacrificial text was to obtain offerings.

In the Great Wilderness, offerings are also known as blood food. However, offerings are for sacrificial spirits, while blood food is a resource enjoyed by living beings. In essence, the two are essentially the same, only the consumers are different.

Living beings of flesh and blood can use blood as food for cultivation and healing, which suits the injured state of the Black Bird.

The only thing Shen Can hadn't figured out was that the Xuan Bird was a seventh-order being, a transcendent being, and if it relied on humans for food, the energy it provided would be far too different.

This amount of blood food is far too little for a seventh-tier opponent.

Why does the seventh-tier Xuan Bird need human blood to sustain it after it is injured?

The Holy Envoy Clan even captured fourth-order humans as sacrifices back then.

In addition, the greatest benefit of using humans as sacrifices is that the human race's spirituality, similar to that of auspicious beasts, can help the spirits of the sacrifices to "awaken" their intelligence, thereby enhancing their spirituality.

Therefore, when some alien races first received their ancestral spirits, they would use a large number of human sacrifices in order to allow the ancestral spirits to devour a large number of human souls and thus descend 'consciously' from the very beginning.

It can be said that it was precisely because of the human race's reproductive ability, coupled with their spirituality akin to auspicious beasts, that they became a substitute for the various races of the Great Wilderness in worshipping their ancestral spirits. Compared to using auspicious beasts, the effect was somewhat inferior, but at least there was no danger.

Besides, if the effect is poor, just increase the dosage.

The human race doesn't have the power to do anything to everyone.

In the case of the Black Bird, since the Black Bird is alive, it shouldn't need the spirituality of humans.

But if the Black Bird doesn't need the spirituality of humans, then why would it need a mere fourth-order human as a sacrifice after being severely injured by Marquis Yongshan?

Shen Can felt that he needed to think about this issue carefully.

Suppose that Marquis Yongshan dealt a severe blow to the Black Bird, injuring it to the point where it was "living on the verge of death" and "on the verge of life and death."

The Black Bird foresaw that after it went into seclusion, it might be difficult to awaken again, or it might perish.

Therefore, with his last bit of strength, he arranged the Black Bird God statue as a backup plan?

Is it all for the purpose of sacrificing oneself?

By the way, back when the Holy Envoy Clan still existed, in addition to using human sacrifices, they sometimes used auspicious beasts as offerings.

Could it be that the Black Bird was afraid of dying completely, so it had its servants sacrifice itself so that it could become an ancestral spirit?

After all, many alien races used a large number of humans as sacrifices when they guided their deceased ancestors to become ancestral spirits.

Humans have weak but not chaotic and disordered souls; consuming them can keep them clear-headed.

Needless to say, the auspicious beasts are essentially optimized, high-spec versions of the human race.

In that case, the Black Bird might be dead.

However, Shen Can dared not draw such a conclusion. Before actually encountering the Xuan Bird, he had to treat it as a living seventh-order creature. Not to mention, he had witnessed the scene of the Holy Criminal Clan's sacrifice in Pudi. At that time, they used a mythical beast avatar, and the statue had great spirituality when absorbing the offerings.

After resealing the Xuan Bird statue inside the stone cave, Shen Can returned to his residence.

He planned to spend some time re-examining the shamanic incantations derived from the sacrificial texts, and to deduce the content of the sacrificial texts in greater detail. Deep within the giant mountain.

Within the vibrant, multicolored realm, the radiant glow of the sunset gathered into clouds, enveloping the entire realm and forming layers upon layers of cloud formations. In the center of the realm, the colossal divine tree, like the realm's tree, had fallen, its scattered fragments of magical artifacts and bones carpeting the earth.

On the divine tree, Yinglong hangs upside down, and Kui's head falls downwards.

Inside the tree nest, the four black birds remained silent, their bodies covered in ravine-like wounds, surging with countless sorcerous runes and wisps of black silk colliding. Among the four black birds, one appeared no different from the other three, but a sorcerous sword covered in layers of Kui ox patterns was embedded in its body, and a large hand gripped the hilt tightly.

Where the sword pierced through flesh, the golden and black blood congealed together, forming a scab.

A wisp of black smoke emerged from the blood scab, coalescing into a black rune as it drifted, before turning back into black smoke.

At this moment, a slit appeared in the eyes of the black bird pierced by the longsword, and a bluish-gold light emerged from the slit. A hint of surprise flashed in its narrowed eyes.

Strange activity was observed from the statue!

It disappeared as soon as it was touched... no, it disappeared before it was even touched.

That's an amazing technique!

It actually avoided the inscription he left inside the statue.

This person must be very strong; otherwise, they wouldn't have such abilities.

Only beings with extremely powerful divine senses can perceive the extraordinary nature of the inscriptions within the core of the statue, and possess the ability to sense the vital energy of other beings. This being deliberately avoided the inscriptions precisely to avoid his perception.

This sacrificial insect script that he obtained by chance was incredibly powerful, capable of even guiding a seventh-tier ancestral spirit; it was not something an ordinary seventh-tier being could decipher. Back then, when he was severely injured by human ants while swimming in shallow waters, he was frequently coveted by seventh-tier beings.

But these beings were sensed by this sacrificial text hidden deep within countless spiritual barriers without even having a chance to react. By the time they realized the text's existence, it was already too late.

One by one, the creatures that had been watching him failed to find his hiding place, and gradually the situation calmed down.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, another being of the same level is eyeing him.

This time, the visitors are up to no good. They actually knew about the divine power of the sacrificial text and failed to activate it.

This undoubtedly indicates that the creature spying on him this time is likely very powerful.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain why the spy was so clever in retreating just before touching the inscription.

What are you doing in this remote and impoverished place if you're only at the seventh level?

Qingfu Xuanjun squinted, the ripples in his mind unable to calm down for a long time.

It had been far too long since anyone of the same level had spied on him; over thousands of years, he had come to believe that the beings outside had forgotten him.

But this time, the sudden fluctuation of the statue, which managed to bypass the incantation he had left behind, made him quite uneasy.

hum!

The Kui Niu sword embedded in his body turned blood red at that moment, and then quickly turned black.

A stream of black, oily, viscous liquid flowed out from the hilt of the sword, with thick black smoke rising from it.

Amidst the intertwining wisps of black smoke, they rapidly coalesced into overlapping black runes.

"Go back!"

Qingfu Xuanjun's soul trembled, and the billowing black smoke quickly gathered and disappeared into the black viscous liquid, then disappeared back into the sword hilt.

hum!

At that moment, the Kui Niu sword emitted a deep, resonant sword sound.

Inside the nest, the other three black birds kept their eyes tightly closed, and subconsciously let out mournful cries.

Compared to Qingfu Xuanjun, these three black birds, though they cried out in sorrow, were actually silent. Black blood and black smoke rose from the wounds on their bodies, continuously forming black runes.

The Xuan Bird clan naturally only has one seventh-tier bird, Xuan Jun, but there are several near-seventh-tier birds.

The three creatures beside Xuanjun are quasi-seventh-tier Xuan birds.

But if even Xuanjun is in such a half-dead state, then no matter how powerful a near-seventh-tier being is, it is still not a seventh-tier being, and its condition is naturally even worse. Rather than being alive, it is more like it is almost dead.

"Gurgle."

Qingfu Xuanjun opened and closed his mouth, emitting a sound that echoed within the realm.

However, there was no response.

For thousands of years, only he himself has been able to awaken.

He forced most of the black poison in his body into the Kui Niu Sword, but some net-like black mist still remained in his body.

When the black poison first entered his body, it spread like ink into water, creating a situation where each part of him was poisoned within the other. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so severely injured by the ant-like humans.

Having nurtured humans for so many years, only to have his eyes pecked out by a mere human—the thought sent a surge of murderous intent through Qingfu Xuanjun's heart, like a raging sea. This murderous intent had grown stronger every single day over the past few thousand years.

Once he has completely expelled the black poison from his body and once again reigns supreme over Mount Juyue, he will kill every human he encounters in the future.

After waiting quietly for several days, and sensing that the Xuan Bird statue no longer sent any responses, Qingfu Xuanjun's thoughts did not lighten.

Eight thousand years ago, when he was severely injured and went into hiding, he did attract a lot of attention, but thanks to the cover of this realm, all those who tried to spy on him returned empty-handed.

So many years have passed, there's no reason for anyone to come and spy on him again.

This realm and the underground cave were created from the same source. Although it is much smaller than the underground cave, it is theoretically on the same level as the underground cave.

But thousands of years later, suddenly another being came to spy on him. Qingfu was also afraid that the new being might possess some kind of powerful tool that could find his location. Such things are unpredictable.

Just as he was about to expel all the black poison from his body and end this dark and hopeless healing period, it would be a huge loss if his lair were to be raided at this moment.

As long as the black poison in his body is completely dispelled, he will be able to protect himself even if his injuries are not fully healed.

Even if you can't win a fight, you can run away.

It's quite easy for a seventh-tier being to hide, not to mention that he has the body of a Xuan Bird and cultivates the Way of Wind, so he's very experienced in speed.

As for now, it's not possible. Don't be fooled by the fact that over 90% of the black poison has been forced into the Kui Niu Sword from within the body.

But the remaining ones are the real chronic problems, which need to be extracted from various parts of the body, like drawing silk from a cocoon.

Your little rascal!

Thinking of this, Qingfu Xuanjun's killing intent surged.

Back then, I believed the evil of that ant-like human race.

He thought that since even his own flesh and blood had offered themselves up, they must be truly subservient pigs and dogs at his feet, but he never expected that they harbored evil intentions.

For many years, every time Qingfu woke up, he would think of that cooking pot from back then, and the delicious blood dish inside.

The lowly ant, carrying the cooking pot on its head, crawled to his claws and prostrated itself before him.

A top-quality human blood sacrifice, comparable to a mythical beast in its spirituality.

As the most powerful king of the Giant Mountain Range, only he is worthy of enjoying it.

Go to hell!

Qingfu Xuanjun's half-open eyes swept across the area under the tree, where, in the ruins ahead, a pile of broken bones lay scattered.

Even though it had long since shattered into pieces, he could still seem to see that smiling face looking at him.

An ant crawling at his feet dared to laugh at him, the Holy Spirit.

Every time he woke up, Qingfu couldn't help but feel a surge of killing intent in his heart.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the angrier I get, the more I think about it.

They wished they could kill all the humans in the Great Wilderness, these ants.

Several more days passed, and the statue still did not send any response. Qingfu opened its mouth and inhaled the source energy accumulated above the realm.

He absorbed more than half of the thick cloud of source energy that was floating above the realm.

Back then, a colossal beast crashed into the Giant Mountain Range. During its fall, a small part of its head separated from its body.

The part that came from above his head transformed into the realm where he now resides.

The Xuan Bird clan was able to transform from an inconspicuous flock of birds in the Giant Mountain Range into Xuan Birds through the fortuitous opportunities of this realm. On the contrary, the original body that fell into the river became a place fraught with danger, devouring many seventh-tier beings from outside.

Floating islands.

After Shen Can returned, he spent many days re-examining the endless witchcraft and spiritual restrictions contained within the Xuan Bird statue.

This further confirmed his suspicion that the sacrificial text was very likely connected to the Black Bird, and that he was right not to rashly try to sense it. Whether this creature was dead or alive, it still posed a threat to the Giant Mountain Human Race.

Even if the sacrificial text was prepared by the Black Bird for its own death, then even if the Black Bird did not die, the existence of the sacrificial text would not have any additional impact on it. On the contrary, it could become a medium for communicating with the outside world.

If someone comes looking for the Black Bird and there is a statue of it, everyone's first thought will be to find the Black Bird through the statue.

Just like the Holy Criminals of the past.

In this way, once a living being searches for the Black Bird through the statue, the Black Bird will know that a living being is looking for it.

Of course, Shen Can is only speculating at the moment. Only by actually seeing the Black Bird can he find out why this guy built a sacrificial statue down there. In addition, besides inducing sacrifices, this sacrificial text should also have an offensive power similar to a witchcraft incantation.

As for what kind of witchcraft it was, Shen Can had no intention of trying it himself. He could only deduce it from the billions of spiritual barriers surrounding it, guessing it was probably some kind of curse. Curses and similar witchcraft were actually quite common in the Great Wilderness.

Each race has its own unique curse, most of which are unpredictable and mysterious.

All I can say is that the Black Bird was very well prepared.

Inside the side hall.

Shen Can gradually imprinted the shamanic incantations he saw in the Xuan Bird statue into the bronze jade slip.

There are already over a hundred pieces on the table, but the relevant witchcraft and spirit prohibitions are still not fully recorded.

These cast bronze jade slips are of higher quality than ordinary jade slips and can carry more information.

Although he had reviewed it twice, there were still many things he didn't understand about the knowledge contained within the spiritual realm.

The main issue is that it involves too much content, encompassing a wide range of knowledge such as sacrifice, offering, transmission, and incantation.

As night fell, Shen Can was still busy imprinting the relevant witchcraft and spiritual restrictions onto the jade slip.

At this moment, in the distant northwest.

In a vast, desolate mountain forest, the moon hangs high in the sky.

The air was thick with murderous intent.

"Human, where do you think you're going to run to!"

Under the moonlight, Yan Liu's body exploded in a burst of blood color, his eyes were blood red, and his outstretched arms looked like a pair of wings.

"escape?"

Yan Liu smiled coldly, revealing his white teeth.

"burst!"

In an instant, four peak fifth-tier ghost blood shadows suddenly appeared in the surrounding darkness and exploded.

Although it was only at the peak of the fifth rank, the energy it released still swept across the surroundings.

Then, the energy exploded and Yan Liu disappeared from the spot.

A dark figure raised his hand and clashed palms with Yan Liu.

With a "poof," blood splattered, and the figure shattered into a bloody mist.

The witch runes surged on Yan Liu's right hand, turning his entire palm blood-red as he clenched the exploding blood mist in his hand.

Then, he shoved it into his mouth and started chewing.

The crunching sound coming from its mouth was somewhat grating and chilling.

"Help me!"

Suddenly, a blood soul trembled within the blood mist, trying to crawl out of Yan Liu's mouth.

Yan Liu did not stop in place, but continued to fly through the mountains and forests, dodging the figures rushing up from all sides.

After swallowing the blood spirit in his mouth, he said, "Your kind are quite delicious as blood food."