I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 252 - 113: Secrets of Jishan, Yanran, and Gufu Mountain

Chapter 252: Chapter 113: Secrets of Jishan, Yanran, and Gufu Mountain

"Yes, I will arrange it right away."

Yuan Zhenzang bowed and retreated.

The Glazed Dragon Guard was the most elite clan soldiers of the Jishan Bo Division, all of them Celestial Vein Martial Artists. Even if they were to be deployed, not many would be used; he planned to dispatch three hundred-man squads.

However, the prerequisite was to first locate the person and then see where Xiaoyang intended to strike.

"Old friend, look, the Human Race still has spirit."

Lord Jishan spoke, also agreeing with Yuan Zhenzang’s speculation that someone was using the name of the Luo River Bo Division to kill Xiaoyang.

Amidst the mist, a muffled dragon roar sounded.

Lord Jishan turned to look at the source power gathering place behind him; it was a stone door, with source power continuously surging through the gaps.

"Old friend, do you think Ayue can successfully advance?"

This time, the Glazed Dragon did not respond, and a sorrowful expression appeared on Lord Jishan’s face.

The middle-aged and young generations had been wiped out, leaving only the selection of clan division successors from the old fellows.

Divine Treasure, it’s hard.

It’s not just about breaking through; it’s about what follows after the breakthrough.

Not to mention, ever since the collapse of Yongshan, over these eight thousand years, the Human Race tribes within Yongyi that had been promoted from upper-class tribes to Bo Divisions often relied on luck.

Most of these advancing Bo Divisions only passed down one or two generations before breaking off from Tier Four.

A few hundred years at short, millennia at long.

For a tribe, what difference is there between a few hundred or a thousand years and a fleeting existence?

Human Race’s Martial Arts Cultivation had some inherent flaws, and those advancing people chose unorthodox paths amid these flaws.

This created the singularity in breakthroughs, and relying on this method to break through again is uncertain.

For instance, the previously destroyed Earth Armor Bo Division used the so-called advancement method: refining themselves with the blood of the Mountain-Moving Dragon Turtle and incorporating the Dragon Turtle Pill into the Divine Treasure.

The third generation failed precisely because they couldn’t find the Mountain-Moving Dragon Turtle and tried to adapt by using Inner Cores from other Tier Four Wild Beasts as Divine Treasures.

Thus, this method of core substitution failed.

The cultivation method relying on the Mountain-Moving Dragon Turtle clashed heavily with that of other wild beasts.

With inadequate Cultivation Technique, various enhancements were resorted to, which was how Tribal Martial Artists of the upper-class tribes in Ji Land advanced to Tier Four back then.

In fact, the ancestor of Jishan Bo Division also advanced to Tier Four by this alternative path back then.

But Jishan’s fortune was good then, coinciding with Marquis Yongshan’s northern expedition, having an abundance of resources to use.

Additionally, with Marquis Yongshan’s endorsement and his personal refinement of the ancestor’s cultivation method, what was initially a path of ’luck’ evolved into a stable inheritance.

One can say without Marquis Yongshan, the eight-thousand-year legacy of Jishan wouldn’t exist.

Yet now, in Yongyi, the remarkable predecessors like Marquis Yongshan are no longer present, and the tribes, relying on their new foundations, are unable to perfect the Tier Four Technique.

In the past, besides Marquis Yongshan, the Human Race could also invoke the Ancestral Spirits.

Through a Great Sacrifice by the whole tribe, it awakened the inheritance carried by the Elder Sacrificial Spirit, even if that inheritance was incomplete, it could still serve as a reference.

Now, there is no way to externally connect with the Elder Sacrificial Spirit, and internally, there is no stable Cultivation Technique to pass down.

Once a Divine Treasure is finally advanced, finding a second Divine Treasure Martial Artist becomes purely a matter of luck.

Such luck, sustaining two or three generations, would be considered blessed by ancestral graves.

There have been cases where consecutive generations had no Tier Four Martial Artist until suddenly a clan member advanced, as if the luck from the ancestral graves resumed.

Currently, Yann Wanyun of the Yanran Division is known to be taking an extreme path, which Lord Jishan is aware of.

He is waiting, waiting to see how Yann Wanyun’s situation unfolds further.

Extreme methods lead to extreme outcomes, where the fate of the Human Race hinges on a single thought.

Unfortunately, even now, he hasn’t discerned what method Yann Wanyun is using.

Lord Jishan senses something sinister about Yann Wanyun, an uncanny mystery, and remains inscrutable despite having crossed paths several times. Yann Wanyun always conceals it well.

At least for now, Yann Wanyun is defending the Human Race, resisting Xiaoyang, and protecting countless lives of the Human Race. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Even if he harbors suspicion, this is not the time to undermine the Great Wall of the Human Race.

Otherwise, if Jishan and Yanran were to fight, even the old ones in the ancestral graves of Xiaoyang would joyously leap out.

Moreover, no matter how sinister Yann Wanyun may be, since Yanran’s rise a hundred years ago, the pressure on Jishan Bo Division has significantly reduced.

The Human Race tribes in Ji Land that survived are flourishing beyond the past.

Otherwise, the current situation in Jishan would be much worse.

At this moment, inside the stone door behind Lord Jishan.

The surging source power and blood qi thickened into blood pearls, hanging all over the upper part of the rock wall.

The surrounding rock walls were covered with small dug-out ear cavities, each containing a blood pill emanating a bloody scent.

Every blood pill glowed with a blood-red light, and on some appeared the ferocious faces of Xiaoyang Race.

As the major defensive division in Ji Land, Jishan had been using the blood and flesh of Xiaoyang for cultivation since eight thousand years ago.

Apart from these small ear cavities storing blood pills, there were several larger ear cavities around.

In each large ear cavity sat an elder draped in witch robes, leaning in the cavity as if asleep.

The elder’s robe was soaked with blood-colored steam, with graying hair and eyebrows stained with blood pearls.

In the center of the cave, a middle-aged martial artist sat cross-legged, bare-chested, his body covered with scars.

Under the wash of blood qi, these scars swelled up, making him appear as if his body was bulging with bumps.

Strands of Blood Qi Source Power gathered into the body of the middle-aged martial artist, his brows occasionally furrowing, his complexion shifting from normal to hideous.