Chapter 372: Chapter 160: Seven Town Guard Level Sacrificial Spirits! (Part 2)

The once arrogant Xiaoyang, now dragged to the Ancestral Temple one by one to become sacrificial offerings.

As the tribe formed from the remnants of Ji Land’s various clans, the tribesmen present could feel it deeply.

Thud!

As the Xiaoyang were dragged to the reserved space in front of the Ancestral Temple, Shen Can raised his hand high, the Simurgh Blade transforming into a stream of light from the sky, piercing through the Xiaoyang at the forefront.

The Simurgh Blade, like a streak of light, pierced consecutively through hundreds of Xiaoyang, then shimmered with blood light as it returned to Shen Can’s hand.

Thud, thud!

Instantly, the clan soldiers escorting the Xiaoyang raised their heavy blades and began to swing.

The Witch Priests’ incantations grew faster and faster, the sound of chanting began to resound in the ears of the tribesmen, gradually drowning out the cries of the Xiaoyang.

Shen Can also chanted incantations, and unlike the atmosphere of the Witch Priests, as he chanted, the emanating Xiaoyang blood aura began to outline Witch Talismans in the air.

As the blood mist danced, the Witch Talismans, like streams of water, began to flow into the Ancestral Temple from below.

More and more Xiaoyang were dragged over, among the tribesmen below the Ancestral Temple, figures continuously leaped out, charging at the Xiaoyang to kill them.

The blood Witch Talismans shimmering more brightly, were affecting the tribesmen, making their gaze towards the Ancestral Temple even more fervent.

Buzz!

Inside the Ancestral Temple, a pounding sound rang out.

One by one, the Sacrificial Artifacts standing inside the Ancestral Temple began to make noise, waves bursting forth like ripples, sweeping over the tribesmen.

The Sacrificial Spirits manifested, further stirring the tribesmen’s emotions into fervor.

Eventually, everyone joined in the action of dragging the captives, pulling one Xiaoyang after another to the front of the Ancestral Temple, offering them to the Sacrificial Spirits with their own hands.

Countless wish power at this moment converged into a vast ocean, surging into the Ancestral Temple.

Even more intense waves spread from within the Ancestral Temple, like gusts of wind, blowing across each tribesman’s body.

As the violent wind passed over the foot of the Ancestral Temple, the blood aura of the slain Xiaoyang offerings was quickly extracted completely, transforming into desiccated fragments on the ground. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The swirling blood aura rapidly poured into the Ancestral Temple.

Seeing this, Shen Can raised his hand, sketching Witch Talismans in the void, each talisman bursting in the blood mist like stars, then absorbed by the Sacrificial Spirits.

The Witch Priests, impacted by the blood aura for a long time, chanted increasingly loudly.

Due to the overwhelmingly large number of Xiaoyang offerings, nearly five hundred thousand.

The whole blood sacrifice scene lasted a long while.

But this time, not many Xiaoyang corpses remained, most of those sacrificed were swept through by blood winds extracting the essence from their bones before even falling.

One by one, the Xiaoyang bodies drained of essence completely crumbled and shattered into dirt as they fell.

From afar, the entire Blazing Flame Race Territory formed into a blood-colored canopy spanning over a hundred miles.

While taking away the flesh essence of the Xiaoyang offerings, the offerings presented on the altar by the tribesmen were also shattered into energy, flowing into the Ancestral Temple.

The moment all the blood aura entered the Ancestral Temple, sunlight poured down again.

At this moment, the tribesmen then realized there was a layer of broken bone fragments beneath their feet.

"Buzz!"

A hum resonated from within the Ancestral Temple, waves like tidal currents surged forth, pouring towards the youths and children gathered at the forefront of the Ancestral Temple.

Immediately, the tribesmen on site reacted.

The Sacrificial Spirits bestow blessings.

Everyone quickly rolled their eyes, searching for their own children, nervously awaiting the blessing of the Sacrificial Spirits.

Before the youths and children could even react, a wave as swift as the wind slammed into their bodies.

Some children felt their bodies heat up on the spot.

Some began scratching their heads, feeling an itchy scalp.

Most simply stared blankly at others, their eyes clear like a certain creature in Shen Can’s past life.

Only a scant few managed to perform the Five Pillars Skill on the spot.

Some were late to realize, and seeing the others, began practicing the Five Pillars Fist technique as well, but didn’t feel any effect compared to usual.

Inside the Ancestral Temple.

Seven figures stood within the Sacrificial Tripod Cauldron.

Before, Mu Zhaoyang stationed in Purgatory also returned to the Ancestral Temple for this Great Sacrifice.

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

Among the seven garrison soldiers, Mu Yao was the only female.

Of course, the manifested form of the Sacrificial Spirit seemed slightly mismatched to the name Mu Yao.

Mu Yao, the garrison soldier, was the second tallest among the seven, holding a hammer covered with spikes like beast horns.

The five newly awakened Sacrificial Spirits were currently sparring with Jii Tianlong and Mu Zhaoyang, adapting to their current state.

Meanwhile, Shen Can’s Divine Sense landed on the remaining Sacrificial Spirit Group.

Sure enough, the entire Sacrificial Spirit Group was supported by seven Town Guard Level Sacrificial Spirits. Although there were faint shadows among the rest of the group, they remained incomplete and confused.

"I didn’t expect Jii Qing to have survived as well."

Jii Zongyang saw an ancestor in the Sacrificial Tripod Cauldron with still unclear consciousness.

"Jii Qing?"

Jii Tianlong was taken aback, gazing at the mural ancestor for a long time, failing to recall any related memories.

This was also the common flaw of the Sacrificial Spirits—they could not decide which part of their memory they could recover.

Nonetheless, Shen Can understood why the seven Town Guard Level spirits appeared at Gufu Mountain.

When Lord Yongshan marched north to battle Xiaoyang in those days, Xiaoyang was much stronger than now, even possessing a Tier Five Grand Witch Priest.

Back then, Xiaoyang wasn’t like it is now. Below the Grand Witch Priest, there were also Xiaoyang Royal Race bloodlines, with numerous Tier Four powerhouses.

Leaning on a close affinity with plants and earth, the Tier Five Grand Witch Priest displayed powerful witchcraft, making Xiaoyang’s combat strength formidable in the mountains.

In that ancient battle, the allied forces killed the Xiaoyang Grand Witch Priest, destroyed most of Xiaoyang’s legacy, and nearly wiped them out.

As for why they retreated, there was no such memory in the seven Town Guard Level spirits.

After all, by the time the Marquis retreated, they had all perished in battle.

Later on, the Marquis filled in the Sacrificial Pit originally used by Xiaoyang to massacre the Human Race and destroyed the Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple.

He used the war soldiers who fell in battle against Xiaoyang as a seal, setting up a witch array in the Xiaoyang Ancestral Land to suppress the Xiaoyang Clan Lineage.

When the Marquis moved them into the Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple, they had once guided the spirits, with two of the seven retaining some memories.

According to the memories, suppressing the Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple was not only left to these seven Town Guard Level spirits; the total number approached twenty.

But exactly what happened in between was unclear.

At least the Bone Chains manifested on the seven were not supposed to be there.

When Shen Can previously guided the Sacrificial Spirits, it was inside the Sacrificial Pit used to inter Human Race souls.

The Marquis’s sealing witch array was set in the Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple, and the Sacrificial Pit had long been filled.

All these changes seemed like someone tampered with the sealing witch array meant for suppressing the Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple and moved it to the filled Sacrificial Pit.

Not only dismantling the sealing witch array but also chaining the Sacrificial Spirits with Bone Chains.

They aimed to cast the heroic souls suppressing the Xiaoyang Clan Lineage into the Sacrificial Pit in one swoop.

If Xiaoyang were still in its prime eight thousand years ago, achieving this would have posed no problem.

But over the thousands of years since Xiaoyang, though it has shown signs of resurgence, has nowhere near the strength it once had, and shouldn’t have the ability to shake the witch array left by the Marquis.

The seven Sacrificial Spirits gathering together couldn’t piece together a complete memory.

Ultimately, they had to give up.

"This is beyond what we can handle anymore," Mu Zhaoyang spoke, his view was broad.

If he could live one more day, he would live one more day. When the time came for him to step in, he would step in.

In life, their realms varied, but now, having endured the erosion of countless years, they still bore the Bone Chains.

Even after absorbing so much Xiaoyang blood energy and wish power, their combat strength was merely comparable to an early-stage Divine Treasure.

If they burned their Sacrificial Spirit bodies, their combat strength would increase, but their existence would be drastically shortened.

"Why is there a bloody scent!"

At this moment, the only female Town Guard Level soldier, Mu Yao, spoke up.

The sacrificial Xiaoyang had long been drained of blood and flesh, with not a trace of blood energy in the Ancestral Temple both inside and out.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Within the Ancestral Temple, a drum-like sound resonated, sending sound waves rippling far and wide, spreading toward the surrounding mountains of the Clan Land.

In an instant.

An overwhelming terrifying aura surged from the Ancestral Temple.

One figure after another appeared above the Ancestral Temple, leaping out like rainbows and covering tens of miles in a stride.

In two steps, they crossed over a hundred miles.

Thus, seven figures descended upon a blood-colored stream.

"Seven Sacrificial Spirits, this is impossible!"