I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 155 - 77: Tribute, Martial Display, Great Sacrifice (Part 3)

Apart from the Temple Guards, there have been changes within the ancestral temple.

The original cave has been renovated and transformed into a grand hall adorned with desolate beast patterns.

Outside the hall, a few young men and women wearing Kui patterned robes stood solemnly at the sides of the ancestral temple gate.

Inside the ancestral temple, Shen Can was wiping the sacrificial tripod cauldron.

His robe was no longer made of hemp cloth but silk clothing woven from the silkworms reared by the clan, with the Kui patterns embroidered on it becoming much clearer and vivid.

The offering table was replenished daily with spirit rice, fruits, and sacrificial meats.

Not long after, Huo Chang entered the ancestral temple.

Huo Chang's robe had also changed, now a silk garment similarly embroidered with Kui patterns, although not lavish, yet exuding a strong sense of authority when worn.

Over the past few months, Huo Chang had also grown a beard, adding steadiness and dignity to his demeanor.

"Clan Leader, are you worried that the Xiaoyang Race might cause trouble during the clan festival?"

The clan festival day was approaching, marking Blazing Flame's formal ascension to the Upper Division, respected by all divisions.

If the Xiaoyang Race chooses to play dirty at this moment, it could be hard to guard against.

"The Blood Curse Guards and the Blood Sea Guards have moved half their forces south to ensure the Xiaoyang Race has their hands tied these days."

"Huo Fu, Huo Long, and Huo Jiang disciples have also gone along; everything is prepared within the clan, why fear a bit of chaos."

Seeing Huo Chang staring blankly at the divine tablet and sacrificial tripod cauldron, Shen Can also sensed the tension in Huo Chang's heart.

It's the first time, after all.

Everyone feels the same.

These are experiences Blazing Flame has never faced before, and even if we could unearth experiences from ancestors over the past three hundred years, it would still offer no guidance.

For the Blazing Flame Division, Huo Chang is forging new clan history.

The Upper Blazing Flame Division begins with Huo Chang.

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"Report to the Clan Leader, Cyan Bird Division's Clan Leader Cang Hex has arrived, presenting five pairs of Tier Two Cyan Feathered Bird offspring, the Cyan Wutong Spirit-Pointing and Taming Technique, and a thousand jin of Red Fire gilded iron ore."

Huo Qii entered the ancestral temple and spoke to Huo Chang.

"Ah, Cang Hex."

Huo Chang's mind immediately clicked upon hearing who the guest was.

"They have even brought forth the very foundation of the Cyan Bird Division's establishment."

"If they give, it must astonish everyone; Clan Leader Cang Hex indeed knows how to strategize."

The current means to tame flying birds within the clan still relies on the previously acquired Witch Puppet Technique, and this new bird taming technique is timely indeed.

"The first tribe to arrive to pay tribute, I shall greet them."

Huo Chang thought for a moment and walked outside; ever since Blazing Flame began gathering, the Cyan Bird Division had been quite tactful, so naturally, they should be given face.

In just a few short years, things have completely changed.

Once, among the Northern Three Divisions, the Upper Lake succumbed to a curse and perished.

After Ape Mountain's migration, no one knows where it went.

The Cyan Bird division suffered heavy losses, drastically weakening its strength, unsure when it might recover.

With the arrival of the Cyan Bird Division, the following days saw various divisions arriving one after another at the Blazing Flame Tribe.

"Yanglin Tribe congratulates Blazing Flame on ascending to the Upper Division, presenting ten thousand jin of diverse ores and seventeen ancient stone murals."

"Burning Wood Division congratulates Blazing Flame on ascending to the Upper Division, presenting…"

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During the Zhushui Alliance, there were a total of forty-three divisions.

Before the Blazing Flame Grand Festival, the number of divisions visiting the Blazing Flame Tribe reached one hundred and three.

The offerings from various divisions were not much for the current Blazing Flame Tribe, but their presence indeed made this grand festival solemn.

Clan festival day.

Shen Can was already standing outside the ancestral temple before dawn.

Clan members were pouring a bloody mixture into the iron-cast great tripod cauldrons, a blend of witch medicine, beast blood, Xiaoyang blood, and beast oil.

There were nine great tripods arranged outside the ancestral temple.

As the eastern sky began to lighten, Shen Can took a deep breath and said, "Ignite the blood flame."

The thirty-six Temple Guards arranged outside the ancestral temple shouted in unison.

"Ignite the blood flame!"

Rumble!

Flames suddenly surged from the nine tripods, casting a blood-red light over the square outside the ancestral temple.

Amongst the firelight were the silhouettes of the tribe members gathered early and the clan leaders from various divisions gathered for the sacrifice.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the clan land began to shake, initially subtly, then increasingly prominent.

On the stone steps beneath the ancestral temple, figures emitting intense blood-soaked and evil qi climbed upwards.

These figures were clad in blood-stained armor, wielding blood-stained witch blades and hammers, their evil qi soaring, step by step ascending from the clan land towards the ancestral temple.

After reaching the square outside the ancestral temple, they stood in formation, shouting hoarsely, creating thunderous noise.

"Woo woo woo!"

Wizards guarding both sides of the ancestral temple, draped in witch robes, blew horns they held.

The majestic sound of the horns pierced through metal and stone.

"Kill!"

Following the horn sound, leading the clan soldiers, Huo Shan roared.

For this grand festival today, he had led the clan soldiers through many drills.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The nearly thousand soldiers in formation roared towards the sky, the evil qi rising from them merging into a palpable wind wave sweeping the surroundings.

Accompanying the killing shouts, the blade strikes became increasingly fierce, as if Xiaoyang Aliens were present before them, with killing intent surging fiercely, war intent soaring skyward.

The gathered tribesmen, the clan leaders of various divisions, were involuntarily pushed back a couple of steps by the sweeping war intent.

Boom!

As the war intent surged into the ancestral temple, the sacrificial artifact resonated like a bell striking.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The crisp sound was endless, much like the rhythmic sound of drums.

At the center outside the ancestral temple, Shen Can's divine sense opened up, sensing the sound waves rising from the sacrificial tripod cauldron uniting with the war intent of performing tribesmen.

"Kill!"

Once again, nearly a thousand people roared skyward, guided, drawing blades in unison, invoking blade resonance, sound waves cleansing the heavens and earth, surging into the mountains.

Deep within the Giant Mountain Range, in a gloomy valley untouched by the dawn light, mist swirling, a vague figure emerged from the mist, ears tilted, seemingly listening.

For a long time, 'he' opened his eyes, eyes filled with confusion, seemingly recalling something.

Then, 'he' moved, the upper half of his body alone, as if a ghost, traversing mountains, drifting towards the outside.

In the blink of an eye, vanished into the sky.

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Outside the Blazing Flame Ancestral Temple.

The grand war intent gathered by a thousand performing soldiers swept inside and outside the tribe, under such war intent, various clan leaders couldn't possibly resist, bowing one after another.

All of these thousand people were at Mountain Opening Realm, their evil qi astounding, each burdened with Xiaoyang dog life.

The blood-stained armor, witch blades dried with Xiaoyang blood, and the blade's cracks and dents were all left from slaying Xiaoyang.

With these thousand soldiers, no division of the Northern Human Race would ever dare to risk the Blazing Flame's edge.

Even the Xiaoyang Race, without seeking external aid from main veins, would have to stay confined in the Qu River Basin, not daring to go north.

Boom boom boom!

At this moment, everyone heard the increasingly urgent sound of the drum within the ancestral temple, their hearts lifted in response.

Shen Can, as the Ancestral Temple Keeper, resonated with divine sense and sacrificial artifact.

As the sound waves transmitted from the sacrificial artifact, his divine sense outside the ancestral temple saw a middle-aged man, bare from the waist up.

The vague figure emitted a bronze-colored luster, hovering above the ancestral temple, quietly overseeing the Blazing Flame Tribe, finally fixing on the thousands of performing tribe soldiers.

Seemingly recalling something, his brows furrowed.

Soon, the fleeting figure shattered like a bubble, disappearing entirely.