I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 163 - 80: The Remnant Soul from 8,000 Years Ago!

The tribesmen forged ahead through the wild grass, carving out a path, as Shen Can followed, moving deeper into the valley.

According to the account of the senior from the middle age, he was ambushed and killed here eight thousand years ago. However, the erosion of time and elements over eight millennia has erased any trace of the violence.

As they delved deeper into the valley, the clan soldiers clearing the way began to feel an icy chill penetrating their bones.

At the darkest point in the valley's depths, where the towering mountains shield the sun all year round, moss and vines covered everything.

No trace was visible on the ground, yet the middle-aged senior halted here.

"Dig."

Shen Can gestured, and tribesmen quickly stepped forward, using the tools they brought to commence excavation.

The sound of digging rang out, mixed with the clinking of stone, and the soil was moist.

The excavation expanded, and in a depth reaching about two yards underground, blood-soaked soil finally began to emerge.

The blood-soaked soil was sticky and moist, roughly the size of a large square yard.

"The Five Rams Soul-Nailing Horn at its weakest would still be forged with the horns of old Earth Ants shed over time. Back then, I had some strength, so they must have used a set of Tier Four Witch Artifacts to nail me here."

From the blood-soaked earth, Shen Can sensed a presence that made him uncomfortable; he signaled the tribesmen to stand back and took matters into his own hands. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

As he peeled back layers of the blood-soaked soil, a blurred human figure's outline appeared within.

On the figure's limbs and head, there was a circle of black dots—the source of the unsettling aura for Shen Can.

Continuing to peel away layers of the blood-soaked earth, Shen Can discovered that the senior's skeletal remains had already merged with it.

Only a single finger bone remained.

The skeletal remains in the blood-soaked earth resembled the charred outline left by a fierce fire.

Yet the five Witch Nails that had pinned him down still shimmered with a gloomy light.

"No wonder I wasn't completely obliterated."

The middle-aged senior gazed at the Witch Nails with a knowing look.

"Earth Ants bear the bodies of sheep, crowning four horns atop. This set of Witch Artifacts was forged with five sheep horns, but the one on the head didn't quite align with those on the limbs."

The senior's eyes were remarkably calm, as if he wasn't even looking at himself.

"Afu, fashion a coffin from the local materials."

Shen Can instructed his disciples.

Huo Fu led several tribesmen out, aiming to select a giant wood to craft a temporary wooden coffin.

Shen Can gently cleared some blood-soaked earth from the humanoid footprint area, condensing water vapor into a hand to grasp the sheep horn Witch Nail.

"Buzz!"

A powerful black light burst forth, threatening to rend the descending water vapor hand.

Seeing this, Shen Can raised his hand, summoning a vast amount of water vapor to suppress the black light, and then extracted the sheep horn Witch Nail from the soil.

Eight thousand years had passed, and the Witch Artifact that once nailed a Tier Four Martial Artist of the Human Race had, without its master, become a toothless tiger.

The five sheep horn Witch Nails were extracted one by one, each a foot long, with circles of earthy black rings on their surface, and the tips tinged with faint purple.

The base was encircled by a blood ring, engraved with Witch Runes.

Taking out a wooden box, Shen Can placed the five sheep horn Witch Nails inside.

Patiently, he awaited his disciples to retrieve the Blood Coffin, preparing to gather and take away all the blood-stained soil from underground.

Seeing the senior's mind now clear, Shen Can asked, "Senior, do you still remember the way north to the Giant Mountain Range, and can our Blazing Flame Division make it through?"