I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 97 - 57: Residual Spirit of the Fourth Tier? Ji Land Trembles!

The sudden voice startled Shen Can.

Wasn't it said that the residual spirits only retained instinct?

The scene before him was different from the rumors.

Within the nine blood-red pillars, nine fragmented faces emerged, each face damaged in different places.

Upon closer inspection, it was apparent that the nine faces were actually identical.

A vast oppressive aura swept across the surroundings like an ocean, compelling the plants and trees to bow.

With such majesty, it's unlikely that a Tier Three level of Martial Dao and Witchcraft Path could manifest.

"Could it be a Tier Four residual spirit?"

Shen Can's heart was pounding, feeling that his ancestors were indeed quite magnificent.

Within the blood-red light, the nine sacrificial pits shook violently, and cracks interweaved crisscross.

Rumble!

The soil and stones on the surface of the sacrificial pits were shattered into powder, an intense scent of blood pervaded, with skeletal remains so extensive it was unimaginable how many bones were buried here.

...

Surrounding Gufu Mountain, there lived some small tribes of the Xiaoyang Race.

At this moment, countless Xiaoyang tribesmen were gazing towards the main peak of Gufu Mountain.

"Quick, hurry to the Ancestral Land!"

"Not good, more humans disregarding the taboo, attempting to summon what they call the ancestral residual spirits!"

"These ants repeatedly risk their lives to come, truly thinking they can succeed in summoning!"

"Gather the clan soldiers, follow me to protect the Ancestral Land and bury the blood and bones of these people in the sky pit!"

The reason these small Xiaoyang tribes could survive in Gufu Mountain was due to mutual compromise among the strong branches within the Xiaoyang Race.

The Ancestral Land needs protection, but any powerful branch arriving at the Ancestral Land signifies ambition to swallow others.

In such a situation, leaving a few small tribes here as sentries to protect the Clan Land is quite normal.

...

In front of the main peak of Gufu Mountain.

The blood-colored light pillar became even more dazzling. Written notes by the clan's children soared from the nine tripods and eight gui.

"Haha..."

"Hahaha..."

The crooked words in the beast hide notes fell before the vacant eyes of the faces, causing them to smile.

Initially, there was only a faint smile, but later it turned into hearty laughter, utterly exuberant.

Shen Can also observed this face, as the recent 'here they come' almost frightened his soul away.

The beast hide scrolls linked together, rustling as they flew between the nine sacrificial pits, each being thoroughly examined.

Seeing that what the children wrote had merit, Shen Can dared not delay.

"Blazing Flame Division is here to guide the heroic spirits of the ancestors back to the clan."

This is the territory of the Xiaoyang Race, and they cannot stay long.

Beside him, Huo Shan hurriedly followed up.

"Blazing Flame Division is here to guide the heroic spirits of the ancestors back to the clan."

"Blazing Flame is willing to carry on the ancestors' will to the best of our ability..."

Huo Shan spoke more, reciting the sacrificial text written by Huo Chang in the tribe.

All this was arranged by Shen Can, from the notes written by the children to Blazing Flame's aspiration to protect a region, all to cater to their interests.

Why not express intentions of expelling alien races, encompassing the world, embracing the four seas, and conquering the eight deserts?

It's inappropriate, exaggerating too much.

Even if there's such ambition, currently Blazing Flame cannot shoulder such grand ambitions.

Exaggerating this much is not called expressing will, but talking nonsense.

Keep it simple and fitting the current status, while showcasing Blazing Flame's upcoming aspirations.

As they spoke, Shen Can vaguely sensed the laughing face casting a scrutinizing gaze.

Despite its eyeless gaze, it imparted overwhelming pressure on him.

"Blazing Flame is willing to carry on the ancestors' will to the best of our ability..."

Huo Shan also felt the pressure.

Before leaving the tribe, Shen Can and Huo Chang had instructed him many times to hold on.

Even with the oppressive aura descending, Huo Shan continued reciting the sacrificial text written by Huo Chang.

In the whole tribe, Huo Shan was the most suitable to recite, for no other reason.

Simplicity.

As time passed, Shen Can felt the pressure like a giant mountain pressing down, difficult to breathe.

It was as if testing him.

Each breath felt like time had stopped, agonizing beyond measure.

Normally, the Ancestral Temple Keeper, as the Ancestral Temple's priest, would also be responsible for communicating with the Sacrificial Artifact.

But now Shen Can didn't know how to communicate.

He tried using his divine sense but was repelled each time.

The immense face solely scrutinizing him.

As Shen Can pondered whether to speak again, a voice like a great bell and lyre sounded.

"Good!"

The nine fragmented faces shattered inch by inch, the scrutinizing feeling dissipated like the wind.

The shattered fragments bloomed like a rain of light, not dissolving but transforming into countless different phantoms.

Too many to count.

Each figure, seemingly reborn, rushed toward the sacrificial grains and meat.

The 'swish swish' sounds emerged, as the offerings contained in jars and pots were swiftly consumed.

After consuming the offerings, the figures surged into the nine tripods and eight gui.

"Crack!" "Crack!"...

The nine sacrificial pits continued to crack, with interwoven fissures linking the nine pits together.

The skeletal remains in the fissures crumbled into powder, revealing a blood river two zhangs long.

The blood, crystal clear, was terrifyingly captivating.

Clearly exuding coldness, but when Shen Can approached to sense with his divine sense, he felt as if his divine sense was being scorched.

"Quick, take the largest cauldron!"

Soon, this blood river was collected into the Great Tripod Cauldron.

With the phantoms entering the Sacrificial Artifact, especially after the blood river was collected, the soaring blood light began to dim.

In Shen Can's perception, the nine tripods and eight gui now significantly differed from the previous cold bronze ware, exhibiting a change he couldn't yet understand.

Now was not the time to delve into these matters.