I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 109 - 61: The Great Sacrifice of the Clan, Manifestation of Spirits!

These are the offerings prepared by the tribe themselves.

There are simple rice balls, fruits, and meat rice.

Even if each of the thirty thousand families prepared only one offering, a new mountain of offerings was formed.

"Roar Roar!"

The roar of beasts echoed as Huo Shan and several other Celestial Vein Martial Artists carried three Tier Three Wild Beasts up the steps, and everyone stepped aside.

The Tier Three Wild Beasts emanated a strong Evil Qi and roared continuously, struggling, yet were firmly restrained.

The three Wild Beasts were placed outside the Ancestral Temple.

Aside from the roars of the Wild Beasts, the Clan Mountain was silent, even the small children stared wide-eyed in the direction of the Ancestral Temple.

Shen Can, wearing his Temple Sacrificial Robe, clutched the Simurgh Blade, while behind him, Huo Xian holding the Blood Vase walked out.

The steps of the sacrifice were complicated, but Blazing Flame had not yet evolved to that extent.

Huo Xian stood behind watching Shen Can draw Witch Talismans on the Wild Beasts, muttering the "Witch Sacrifice Curse" that others couldn't hear.

His eyes were full of gratification.

"Sacrificial beasts are fat and prosperous, an abundance of offerings"

Shen Can held the Simurgh Blade to draw the blood from the necks of the three Wild Beasts, caught with the Blood Vase, and carried it into the Ancestral Temple.

He used the blood to anoint the doors and windows of the sacrificial artifacts, which had felt unpleasant when Shen Can first became the Ancestral Temple Keeper.

Because once the blood dried, it would emit a strong smell and even attract insects.

Of course, as the Ancestral Temple Keeper, even if it felt unpleasant, he had never questioned it.

At this moment, blood was smeared on the sacrificial artifacts.

Everything was no longer the same.

It was not that the sacrificial curse and blood smearing were useless, but that the Ancestral Temple had previously been spiritless.

Blood touched the sacrificial artifacts, and the sound of golden spears and iron horses echoed.

Fresh beast blood rolled out blood pearls on the sacrificial artifacts.

Where the blood flowed, the inscriptions left by the Xiaoyang Race on the sacrificial artifacts glowed with a bright red light.

A layer of blood-red brilliance circulated on the sacrificial artifacts, expanding like light and shadow from within the Ancestral Temple...

...

"You petty alien race, only death awaits you."

Beyond the nine cauldrons and eight sacrificial vessels, Shen Can's divine sense entered a blood-red world.

The battle banners were tattered, and a headless figure, appearing to have been mutilated, stood with only bones remaining, yet it did not fall.

"Why do you still struggle in vain? Only by becoming slaves of my Xiaoyang will you be able to preserve your heritage."

"To hell with you."

"Ignorant stubborn one, you yourself said that it's been countless millennia since there was a human race messenger from another place here; you are already the remnants lost in the wilderness."

"You are just pitiful people forgotten in a corner of the Great Wilderness, who would come to save you?"

"Perhaps, the people of other places are long gone, stop hoping for other human races."

"Yongshan will return."

"The flame of Yongshan has been extinguished."

"It hasn't."

...

In a fleeting moment, Shen Can felt as if he had awoken from a dream, his mind filled with chaotic words.

At this moment, above the Ancestral Temple, phantom shadows floated in the air, and gusts of wind arose despite the clear sky, blowing through the Blazing Flame Race Territory.

The offerings prepared outside the Ancestral Temple were consumed at a visibly accelerated pace.

"Mama, I see an uncle eating meat."

In the crowd, a three or four-year-old child shouted in the direction of the Ancestral Temple.

"Papa, eat eat meat..."

"Uncle, I have meat here."

"Uncle, my mama late..."

The child had just started speaking when his mother hurriedly took him back.

"The ancestors have truly manifested!"

The phantom shadows hovering above the Ancestral Temple at this time did not make the tribesmen panic; on the contrary, their hearts felt heated.

The stronger the Qi Strength of the martial artists, the more they felt a surge of heat within.

They heard voices they wanted to hear but couldn't quite discern.

From the Clan Land to the subjects that gathered behind, all were integrated into the scene before them.

For hundreds of years, there had been no movement during sacrifices, and everyone thought it was merely a tradition passed down from their ancestors.

Unexpectedly, there truly were ancestors.

...

After a long time, Shen Can emerged from the Ancestral Temple and began to dismember the three Wild Beasts, delivering the Sacrificial Meat into the Ancestral Temple.

In his perception, the spirits and energy of the tribesmen in the Clan Land were unconsciously aroused, their minds immersed in the manifestation of ancestral residual spirits.

Perhaps the tribesmen could not yet clearly hear the words of the residual spirits, but Shen Can felt that this required a subtle process over time, slowly comprehending these words.

He placed the Sacrificial Meat on the altar.

Shen Can's divine sense descended upon the nine cauldrons and eight sacrificial vessels, the manifested consciousness was chaotic and disordered, ultimately forming into a face filled with cracks.

The very one seen within the Sacrificial Pit.

"If there is danger, a minor sacrifice to the artifact, our residual bodies can still fight."

As the words fell, the face shattered inch by inch, re-forming into phantom shadows swiftly devouring the offerings outside the Ancestral Temple.

In the sky above the Clan Land, a fiery cloud seemed to burn, a scarlet color lingered for a long time before descending.

...

Days later.

Southwest of the Blazing Flame Division.

A group of raggedly dressed people carrying their families and belongings, traversing mountains and ridges, were stopped a hundred miles from the Clan Land.

Two days later.

The group was finally granted permission to approach the shores of the Great Marsh.

Under the sunlight, the Blazing Flame Race Mountain was lush with vegetation, the lakes connected.

Houses wound down from the Clan Mountain, and figures came and went like a long dragon.

The entire tribe gave off a sense of vibrant vitality and momentum like a rainbow.

"What a powerful tribe."

In the crowd, the leader Lim Yue looked back at his own ragged group carrying their families and belongings, with a desolate expression.

Fleeing all the way, their spirit and energy scattered, like homeless dogs.

But if they did not flee, the tribe would be destroyed, and the people perish, as several divisions had already been annihilated one after another.

They fled into the mountains, intending to rebuild the tribe by the water.

Unexpectedly, by the water, there was already a large tribe settled.

Looking at their own defeated appearance, then at the colorful clouds manifested by the thousands of water vapors under the scorching sun in the distance, it seemed as if the tribe was enveloped in colorful clouds.

The mountains lush, with momentum like a rainbow, the mountains and waters connected, yet fate was different from that of the Human Race Tribe.