After a century of worship, I became the ancestor of the tribe.

Chapter 109 The Real Temple!
Human ancestors, or...?
It is obvious that this was drawn here because of the grand ceremony of the Blazing Flame Ascension to the Upper Part.

As for why it disappeared again, Shen Can had no idea.

The ritual was still in progress, and he quickly focused his mind, temporarily suppressing the matter of the middle-aged phantom.

The martial arts demonstration was nearing its end. The soaring malevolent energy and the humming of the sacrificial cauldron intertwined and merged together, immersing the clansmen and tribal chiefs who had come to offer tribute.

“The various tribes offered sacrifices.”

After the martial arts demonstration concluded and the group of warriors retreated in an orderly fashion to the side, a rumbling sound rang out from the mouth of the figure standing outside the ancestral temple.

The offerings were first presented by the various tribes, and then the Blazing Flame Tribe, as the master tribe, concluded with a wild beast offering.

At this moment, Canghe stepped out from among the many clan leaders and straightened his clothes.

"The Azure Bird Tribe, the ritual of offering sacrifices to the Azure Wutong tree to purify the spirits of birds."

"The Laurel Tribe offers a three-colored pheasant as a sacrifice."

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"Seventeen murals on the stone walls of the ancient site where the Yanglin tribe offered sacrifices."

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Below the steps outside the ancestral temple, young shamans held wooden plaques and chanted in turn according to the contents recorded on them.

Each time the words were spoken, a warrior would step out from the crowd below and deliver the tributes that the various subordinate tribes had previously offered to the Blazing Flame Tribe to the ancestral temple.

These things had already been reported to the various tribes when they came to the Blazing Flame Tribe.

However, Zhiyan demanded that the offerings be made into the ancestral temple during the sacrificial ceremony. The tribal chiefs didn't quite understand why this was necessary, but they simply did as Zhiyan instructed.

After the offerings were delivered to the ancestral temple, the already fluctuating spirits within the sacrificial vessels became even more active.

The fact that various tribes offered sacrifices to the ancestral temple signified that these vassal tribes had not only nominally become subordinate tribes of Zhiyan, but had also been incorporated into the ancestral temple's sacrificial system.

As a descendant of the temple, Shen Can has returned to the ancestral temple.

After the various offerings were brought in, he used blood as ink and wrote the shamanic script on them with flowing strokes before placing them one by one on the offering table.

The chanting of names outside the ancestral temple continued uninterrupted, a process that would take a long time for more than a hundred tribes.

As Shen Can was drawing beast blood talismans on an old wine jar, he suddenly felt the fluctuations within the sacrificial cauldron change abruptly, becoming more active.

He then looked at the wine jar in his hand.

No, it wasn't this jar of wine that caused it.

Shen Can's divine sense kept hovering around the sacrificial cauldron. He quickly discovered that the reason for the fluctuations in the cauldron came from the offerings that had been placed there earlier.

His consciousness landed on the offering table, wandering and sensing among the many offerings: animal skin books, wine, birds, and murals.

As he carefully sensed each offering, the fluctuations within the sacrificial cauldron abruptly stopped when his divine sense landed on the mural.

Seeing this, Shen Can picked up the ancient stone mural on the offering table and placed it in the position closest to the sacrificial cauldron.

Inside the sacrificial cauldron, numerous fragmented soul shadows intertwined, dazed and confused, like a mass of chaos.

As the dozen or so ancient murals approached, a distinct wave of thought, unlike the chaotic and disordered one, emanated from them.

This scene is just like the last time the Firewood presented the covenant.

At that time, Shen Can had guessed that the appearance of the Covenant had awakened the remnant soul of a certain ancestor in the chaotic state of the sacrificial spirits within the sacrificial cauldron.

This was a grand clan ceremony, and Shen Can had inscribed the offerings with shamanistic script.

At this moment, Wuwen acted as a medium of connection, and wisps of blood-red light manifested the patterns on the mural, which were then swallowed up by the sacrificial cauldron.

In Shen Can's perception, it seemed that due to the stimulation of the mural, one of the chaotic remnant souls inside the sacrificial cauldron was 'reviving'.

There is a tendency for them to break away from the remnant soul group and manifest themselves independently.

As time went on, the tributes offered by the various tribes were coming to an end.

Next, members of the Blazing Flame Tribe, starting from the Fire Tower, then proceeded to the various Heavenly Vein Warriors, Tribe Soldiers, Tribe Members, and even little children, one by one carrying offerings into the Ancestral Temple.

In this scene of offering tribute with reverence, the clansmen's awe of their ancestors reached its peak.

The tribal chiefs who came to offer tribute also paid their respects in the direction of the ancestral temple.

At this moment, the attention of everyone in the clan was focused on the ancestral temple.

Rumble!
An invisible wave of energy swept across the entire Blazing Flame Tribe. The Blazing Flame Tribe members' and their people's respect and faith in their ancestors, combined with the invisible energy formed by their own essence, qi, and spirit, surged towards the ancestral temple.

The power of their vows surged like a tide, and the sacrificial vessels resounded like drums.

Boom boom boom!
A thunderous roar emanated from the ancestral temple.

The sacrificial spirits inside the sacrificial cauldron, like whales sucking in water, swallowed up the surging power of wishes.

Shen Can sensed the changes inside the sacrificial cauldron with his divine sense.

At this moment, two illusory figures, one large and one small, appeared inside the sacrificial cauldron.

The large ones are still the same as when they were brought back from Gufu Mountain, and countless remnant souls are still unconsciously consuming the power of the vows generated by the clan sacrifice.

During this process, these dormant remnant souls, after being imbued with the willpower of the Blazing Flame Tribe members, gradually began to transform into 'blazing flames'.

The smaller, hazy figure was also devouring the power of will, but compared to the larger chaotic mass, the power of will it absorbed was like a small stream.

The large phantom gathered too many remnant souls. Even though it was devouring the power of the Blazing Flame Clan's will, the amount distributed among each remnant soul was very small.

In Shen Can's perception, the remnant souls within the large phantom were all asleep, unconsciously absorbing the power of will.

The little soul manifested a blurry figure, much like a person breathing on their own, consciously absorbing the power of will.

Seeing this, Shen Can transmitted his voice to the temple attendant in front of the temple gate.

"Sacrifice!"

Then, the temple servants shouted in unison.

"Sacrifice!"

"Hoohoho!"

The roar of wild beasts rang out, and three enormous mountain-splitting Kui were carried toward the ancestral temple.

The largest of the mountain-splitting Kui beasts still had a few purple markings on its single horn, and a ring of purple down on its forehead, making it look incredibly mysterious.

After the three-headed mountain-splitting Kui was put down, the temple attendant quickly came over, carrying a bronze vessel filled with clean water in his arms, and used a twig to dip the water in and sweep the mountain-splitting Kui's body.

In fact, these mountain-splitting Kui had been hungry for several days, and their bodies were thoroughly cleaned, with even the crevices of their scales being scrubbed many times by their tribesmen.

Shen Can walked out of the ancestral temple, followed by two temple attendants, one holding a phoenix knife and the other carrying a blood goblet.

As soon as he came out, he became the center of attention, with countless eyes looking down at him.

The tribesmen's eyes burned with fervor as they murmured to themselves.

The tribal chiefs stared wide-eyed, eager to see what the only third-tier wizard in the temple of the Blazing Flame was like.

Unfortunately, no matter how the tribal chiefs observed, Shen Can's face always seemed to be shrouded in a fog, making it difficult for them to see clearly.

Mysterious and powerful.

Upon arriving at the first purple-haired mountain-splitting Kui, Shen Can raised his hand, and the temple attendant handed him the blood vessel.

Using blood as ink and his fingers as a brush, he began to draw shamanic symbols on the ears of the mountain-splitting Kui.

This set of shamanic symbols was taught to him by Huo Xian, and Shen Can has drawn it countless times.

But at this moment, when the finger landed on the ear of the Mountain-Splitting Kui, a radiant light emanated from the fingertip. A wisp of the clan's collective willpower, gathered above the tribe, settled at the fingertip. As the shamanic runes were drawn, a dazzling light shone forth.

"This……"

Canghe stood in front of the tribal chiefs, gazing at the winding, twisting patterns on Lieshan Kui's ears. He murmured unconsciously, but didn't know how to describe it.

The same applies to the other tribal chiefs.

Each tribe holds a clan festival every year.

But none of these strange phenomena have ever occurred.

It turns out that our ancestors really do work miracles.

Is this the real difference between small tribes and the upper levels?
Soon, both ears of the Rift Mountain Kui were adorned with shamanic symbols. The moment the shamanic incantation was recited, the shamanic symbols carved on the ears of the Rift Mountain Kui lit up once again.

This time, the blood ink seeped into the skull of the Mountain-Splitting Kui.

Shen Can took the Luan Blade and stabbed it at the Rift Mountain Kui, pouring the beast's blood into the blood vessel.

The priest plundered 999 years of the lifespan of the third-tier Mountain-Splitting Kui.

Afterwards, Shen Can returned to the ancestral temple with the blood vessel filled with beast blood and smeared the blood on the sacrificial cauldron.

At that moment, runes that had been inscribed earlier lit up above the beast blood, acting as a medium of communication. This immediately attracted the attention of the blurry figure, who began to swallow the beast blood.

Even though the blurry figure was consciously devouring beast blood, it was still too weak and could not compete with the countless remnant souls in the chaotic state.

Seeing this, Shen Can followed suit and sacrificed the remaining two Rift Mountain Kui as well.

Even the offered beast blood did not bring the blurry soul image to full form.

He immediately realized that there wasn't enough energy, so the three-headed mountain-splitting Kui was quickly divided up, and the sacrificial meat was taken out and placed on the offering table.

However, the meat was not consumed.

Soon, other offerings were presented, but Shen Can discovered that these offerings could be devoured by the unconscious remnant souls of the chaotic mass, while the manifested independent soul shadows lost interest in the offerings.

At this moment, the most fervent and passionate will that had gathered within the clan had been completely devoured.

The clansmen's once vibrant spirit and energy also declined from their peak.

"not enough."

Shen Can stood motionless in front of the sacrificial cauldron.

The entire sacrificial ceremony seemed to stand still, with people from other ethnic groups gazing at the ancestral temple.

Outside the ancestral temple, the fire altar stood solemnly. When the clansmen saw the fire altar standing quietly outside the ancestral temple, their hearts immediately calmed down.

Following the offerings, there will be a Nuo dance, and then Huotang, as the clan leader, will recite a sacrificial text in front of the ancestral temple to inform the ancestors that Zhiyan has been promoted to the upper class today.

Huotang glanced at the ancestral temple. He could only vaguely sense that the ancestral temple had changed, but he could not truly perceive it.

The temple attendants and guards stationed outside the ancestral temple only sensed the mysterious atmosphere inside, which made them feel deeply enigmatic.

As for the clansmen gathered outside, it was even more like looking at flowers through a fog.

Inside the ancestral temple.

Shen Can placed his hand on the sacrificial cauldron.

The blurry, illusory remnant soul began to move again, and the witch power and blood energy within Shen Can's body were rapidly devoured by the remnant soul, as if a floodgate had been opened.

The phantom, which was about to manifest a clearer form, suddenly began to mutter unconsciously at this moment.

Fragmented thoughts coalesced into words, but they were not connected; rather, they seemed to be jumping out one after another.

This scene had occurred before when the Covenant was offered, but this time a figure stood alone among the many remnant souls, without the chaotic noise.

"A desolate tiger crouches on the mountain... a bowstring... a deer hangs... a pillar reaching for the sky..."

“…bear hug…round…one…”

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“Five Desolations… Stakes… Beast Stakes… True… Beasts…”

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"Five Desolate True Beast Stakes".

After capturing the intermittent fluctuations, Shen Can suddenly realized that the sacrificial spirit had transmitted a technique.

This is an incomplete body tempering method, based on the five beasts and in accordance with the five elements. It is much more comprehensive than the Kui Niu method that Zhi Yan currently inherits.

It was already amazing that the human ancestors had given Huotang the inheritance, but no one expected that they could also pass on the teachings.

Shen Can then continued to communicate with the remnant of the sacrificial spirit, but unfortunately, the fluctuations emitted by the remnant soul were unconscious, making it impossible to communicate with him.

He could only detect the fluctuations released by the remnant soul.

Shen Can guessed that this technique must have been cultivated by the remnant soul in his previous life, and was engraved deep in his memory, even becoming an instinct.

Upon being awakened at that moment, he blurted it out subconsciously.

Shen Can knew that the sacrificial spirit was the remnant soul of his ancestor when he was receiving the sacrificial spirit.

After the ancestors passed away, the remaining instincts protected the descendants of the tribe.

In retrospect, our ancestors not only protected their descendants but also had the responsibility of passing on martial arts traditions.

However, the Great Wilderness was fraught with crises, and the small tribes gathered and dispersed in a day and night. Their frequent wanderings had long since eliminated their ability to guide the remnants of their ancestors' souls, so there was no need to talk about receiving martial arts inheritances anymore.

Ancestor worship thus became a custom, eliminating the possibility of communicating with ancestors.

As for those large tribes, according to the news from Ji, things are different now, and fewer and fewer human ancestors can be brought back from the mountains and forests.

The ancient Bo tribes all have powerful members who, after their deaths, enter sacrificial vessels and become sacrificial spirits.

Since the spirits of the tribe's own people are the sacrificial spirits, there is naturally no need for them to pass on martial arts.

The only pity is that the martial arts passed down by the ancestors are incomplete. Shen Can doesn't know if this is an isolated case or a widespread phenomenon.

But he had a feeling that the martial arts passed down by his ancestors must have been incomplete, and how much of the inheritance could be carried by the deceased was not something that his ancestors could decide themselves.

Although this technique is incomplete, it doesn't matter to Shen Can whether it's incomplete or not; what matters is having this technique.

His temples are different from those of the other upper and lower branches.

Everyone can communicate with the spirits, but he can't push the ancestral tablets of other tribes.

The perfection of a martial art takes a long time, and the same is true for martial arts techniques that have been interrupted. It may take several generations, hundreds or thousands of years to complete or even restore them to their original level.

Of course, this does not rule out the possibility that a genius might emerge from the tribe and completely or even surpass the original version of the incomplete inherited method.

But this is, after all, a very small minority.

Given the current state of humanity, the number of interrupted lineages is likely far greater than imagined.

Previously, when Shen Can deduced the Lingyu method, he started with the animal patterns on the ironwood boat. It was because he knew too little that his deduction was so slow.

However, the method transmitted by the sacrificial spirit at this moment, although incomplete, still has its basic framework, making the deduction relatively simple and easy.

If the spirit master can remember even a part of it, then he can bring the ancient method back to life.

　Sorry for the late update, I had some writer's block. There will be another chapter later.

　　
　
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