I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

Shen Can recalled his encounter with Muo Xiao, who was able to fight back even after being severely injured.

Muo Xiao had the Witch Talisman and could cast Witchcraft.

There was no reason for him to retreat; he completely had the ability to take down Lord Jishan.

Taking down Lord Jishan would immediately turn defeat into victory, paving the way south to Ji Land.

Could it be that he feared the one hidden in the shadows?

But at that time, Muo Xiao didn’t know about the powerful presence lurking in the shadows.

It was right not to stand under a crumbling wall, but Shen Can felt something was still amiss.

With these thoughts in mind, Shen Can disappeared from the hill and soon caught up with the departing warship.

"What’s this about, Friend Huo?"

"Elder Jishan, I think you should recuperate well before returning to the Bo Division. Let other Elders handle the tribal migration."

"In case Muo Xiao has some hidden tactics, you and Yann Race Leader appearing simultaneously might jeopardize our recent victory over Xiaoyang."

It’s not that Shen Can is overly cautious, but with one person seriously injured and another subject to a Secret Technique, it could easily become a breaking point.

"You didn’t mention it, but I had already considered seeking a secret place to heal."

Upon hearing Shen Can speak, Lord Jishan replied, "Your previous advice made me aware of certain things."

Lord Jishan did not elaborate further; he didn’t want to disclose inner tribal issues that might harm Jishan’s reputation.

Seeing Lord Jishan truly had plans, Shen Can did not say more and got up to leave the warship.

...

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Shen Can appeared on the largest tributary at the western side of the Guimu River source.

This was a mountainous range of majestic peaks, with rugged terrain, gnarled old trees, and bubbling springs converging into streams, ultimately forming larger tributaries.

In the mountains, waterfalls cascaded, sunlight sprinkled down, casting a radiant glow.

This was the newly chosen Clan Land.

A portion of it happened to be at the edge between the original territory of the Qiu Yin and Mu Kang branches.

Heading north, a large river could be opened, directly reaching the Giant Mountain Range, while going south led straight to the Luo River.

Outside the mountains, dozens of tributaries of various sizes crisscrossed, with many flat areas that could be converted into vast fertile lands.

Within the valley, a strong stench of blood lingered, as the lamenting cries of Xiaoyang echoed.

Around stood steadfast War Soldiers, prepared to pull out and cut down any Xiaoyang that dared to budge.

This valley held over four thousand Xiaoyang heads.

The entire mountain range had over twenty such detention spots, containing nearly one hundred thousand Xiaoyang.

All of this was for the northbound Sacrificial Artifacts.

Among the nine tripods and eight gui vessels, there were seven silhouettes; currently, only Jii Tianlong had revived, while six consciousnesses remained murky.

If the remaining six Sacrificial Spirits could also revive, even if their battle power couldn’t reach their past peaks, they’d be enough to defend the Blazing Flame.

A hundred thousand Xiaoyang was not too many; next, Shen Can would instruct clan members to continue capturing Xiaoyang scattered in all directions.

One month later.

Leveraging the Guimu River, the north-bound Three Fire Tribe citizens, finally migrated to the new Clan Land with their families.

The next step was significant construction, utilizing the mountain terrain to start developing new Clan Land.

The Ancestral Temple became the first edifice in the new settlement.

Clan members chopped Giant Wood, carved boulders, finally determining the Ancestral Temple’s location at the mountain range’s center, overseeing the entire Clan Land.

From a vantage point high in the mountains, clan members opened the mountains and broke stones, flattening the undulating terrain into smooth, flat lands.

The valley, spring wells, and other landscape features remained intact.

Soon, the Ancestral Temple was completed.

On the day of completion, Shen Can held a Sacrifice ceremony.

Nearly a hundred thousand Xiaoyang were slaughtered outside the Ancestral Temple, the thick scent of blood pervaded the wilderness.

Within the illuminated wilderness around the bonfire, countless tribe members gazed at the towering temple amidst the mountain range.

Wish Power surged into the Ancestral Temple like tides.

Inside the Ancestral Temple.

The Wish Power incessantly merged into the Sacrificial Tripod Cauldron, and Shen Can, with Divine Sense, perceiving the transformation of a massive figure within.

Jii Tianlong also had anticipation in his eyes; as more Wish Power absorbed, the Sacrificial Spirit increasingly resembled its past self.

Of course, a fundamental difference remained, more about recalling some past memories.

This was a red-armored massive figure, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with Evil Qi overwhelming.

Like Jii Tianlong, thick bone chains wrapped around it, bone spikes densely piercing into the red armor.

"It’s Mu Zhaoyang!"

Gazing at the ethereal silhouette, Jii Tianlong recognized the manifested Sacrificial Spirit.

"He and I participated in that battle; who knew he also perished."

As the wish power consumed grew greater and greater, the aura on Mu Zhaoyang’s body became more intense, and his figure clearer.

A violent aura erupted, crashing towards Shen Can.

Immediately, Shen Can once again saw that magnificent battle scene.

It was the same great war, but from a different perspective than Elder Jii Tianlong’s before.

However, he could still see in the void, the golden-winged dragon swallowing clouds and spewing mist, with a fierce wind sweeping over, slaughtering all upon landing.

The scene of the last glance, remembered after traversing eight thousand years of time.

"Kill!"

Elder Mu Zhaoyang suddenly roared, his howl like thunder, wielding a large saber to strike down.

The violent aura shook the Sacrificial Tripod Cauldron, causing the nine tripods and eight gui to emit a series of humming sounds.

"Brother Mu, calm down!"

Seeing this, Jii Tianlong intervened.

Both of them had bone lock chains on their bodies, clashing with a rasping sound, piercing into the illusory body.

"Brother Mu, the great war has ended, it is now eight thousand years later!"

"You and I are both Sacrificial Spirits!"

However, in the face of Jii Tianlong’s call, Mu Zhaoyang did not recover, his body swaying, attempting to break free from the bone lock chains on him.

"The Marquis orders, guard Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple, kill kill kill, kill all Xiaoyang residual spirits!"

Mu Zhaoyang roared, the bone lock chains on his body began to burn with pale flames, making him even more violent.

"Xiaoyang’s bastards, how are they still here!"

"Kill kill kill!"

"Brother Mu, calm down, you and I have become residual souls!"

Jii Tianlong held Mu Zhaoyang down, divine sense constantly surging towards Mu Zhaoyang.

"Help me."

Outside the Sacrificial Tripod Cauldron, Shen Can’s divine sense also transformed into a torrent, crashing down towards Mu Zhaoyang.

With the clash of divine senses, Mu Zhaoyang’s residual soul body shuddered dozens of times, until finally, the violence on his body began to dissipate.

At this moment, a relatively clear consciousness finally surfaced in his pair of eyes.

"Why is Xiaoyang still there, didn’t we destroy the Xiaoyang ancestral vein!"

Seeing this, Shen Can retracted his divine sense, allowing Jii Tianlong and Mu Zhaoyang to communicate.

Not long after.

Outside the Ancestral Temple, massive torrents of blood qi rose, all belonging to Xiaoyang, and surged into the Ancestral Temple.

About half an hour later, Shen Can met the fourth and third Divine Treasure combat power Sacrificial Spirit of the Blazing Flame Division.

With two Tier Four Sacrificial Spirits stationed, the tribe would be more secure.

After discussing with Huo Chang, they decided that once the new clan lands were established, the original tribe name would be restored.

The Three Fire name, used for concealment, was no longer necessary.

The next step was to work on promoting the Bo Division.

A Bo Division needs vassal tribes, requires various foundations to be filled.

Not to compare with Jishan, in terms of foundation, Blazing Flame is now far behind Yanran.

Therefore, while guarding against Xiaoyang, the focus was on resting, recuperating, and fast development.

While achieving Bo Division status, Xiaoyang would be completely eradicated.

The tasks ahead no longer required Shen Can’s involvement; he began to busy himself with enhancing the Bo Division’s foundation.

Huo Chang started handling trivial matters, deploying clan soldiers to continue capturing Xiaoyang.

Also gathering the scattered remnants and tribes in the wilderness, informing them that Blazing Flame would protect them.

...

In the blink of an eye, a year passed.

In the middle and lower reaches of the Ji Land.

In a remote small mountain range.

Muo Feilong lay in a mountain cave, still bearing scars from his injuries.

After the defeat at Heyang, he was terrified and was immediately summoned back to the Xiaoyang Camp.

He expected severe punishment but unexpectedly, the Jishan Bo Division launched a sudden large-scale attack.

In its eyes, the seemingly invincible Vein Master was reduced to a mist of blood, the entire Xiaoyang army completely routed.

In defeat, he didn’t dare return, instead fled westwards, managing to escape pursuit.

Now healed from his injuries, he had gathered over a thousand Xiaoyang Race Soldiers by his side.

Walking out of the cave, gazing at the long-lost sunshine, the confusion in Muo Feilong’s eyes quickly turned into light.

"Let’s go, southward!"