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

Chapter 125 Wind God and Rain Master!

The scroll consists of six panels, depicting the scene of clouds and rain after a severe drought.

Last time, this spirit medium sent out only one painting; now, six paintings have been sent out all at once.

Shen Can retrieved the animal skin paper and drew out the six paintings one by one.

The first two pictures show the land cracked by drought, and the millet seedlings in the fields turning yellow and withered due to the drought. There are also many people around the fields digging ditches and carrying water.

The dragon shadows begin to appear in the middle two images, but the dragons are always faintly visible, with only scales and claws visible.

The dragon head that occasionally appears, though somewhat blurry, is painted with unparalleled majesty and majesty.

Using one's spiritual sense as a means of imitation, the resulting paintings are naturally lifelike.

Besides the dragon's shadow, there was another figure standing upright, faintly visible in the mist, with wings on its back, seemingly stirring up the winds and clouds between heaven and earth.

The next two pictures show the parched land, which, after being soaked by rain, has regained its vitality.

On the large stone table, six pictures were laid out one by one, and Shen Can looked at them for a long time.

It just doesn't feel quite right.

But the spirit of the painting has already been drawn exactly as described by the senior spirit master.

In the Great Wilderness, some paintings are not merely paintings; if they possess a divine presence, then they are equivalent to 'law'.

Soon, Shen Can rolled up the six paintings and took them to the ancestral temple.

Following the ritual procedure, he painted animal blood talismans on these six paintings and placed them on the altar.

Inside the sacrificial tripod.

The hazy, illusory figure of the sacrificial spirit seemed to sense something; the shamanic symbols on the scroll lit up with a bloody light, and wisps of blood energy entered the sacrificial cauldron.

Before long, the spiritual energy of the senior priest landed on the scroll.

Shen Can also released his divine sense to communicate with his senior.

His consciousness was drawn to the ground beneath a towering cliff, where a slightly hunched figure stood gazing up at the rock face.

"The dragon adapts to changing circumstances; when large, it stirs up clouds and mists, and when small, it hides its form, soaring and disappearing into the waves."

"Winds gather from all directions, their manifestation is in the heavens..."

The hunched figure used iron as a pen to begin painting on the cliff face, his form as ethereal as drifting clouds and as swift as a fleeing rabbit.

The paintings depict six scenes of clouds and rain.

In Shen Can's perception, he clearly felt that the six pictures he had just drawn were already lifelike, but he didn't know until he compared them that his paintings should be on the same table as the children in the clan.

The dragon's form adapts to change, and the wind's image is in the sky.

……

three days later.

A stone mural appeared in the ancestral temple.

Shen Can, standing before the mural, had sparse, withered hair, bloodshot eyes, and cracked lips, looking as if he had been sucked dry by the legendary Qingqiu fox for three days.

My energy and spirit seem to have been completely drained.

In the mural, the dragon-shaped Rain Master and the winged Wind Master appear as if they are about to break free from the painting.

At first glance, it seems as if a storm is about to break out.

After watching for a while, Shen Can turned around and walked out of the ancestral temple, returned to the side hall of his residence, and fell fast asleep.

I slept for three days straight.

Early in the morning, as soon as Shen Can opened his eyes, he saw a bowl of warm porridge in front of him, and Huo Xian's concerned face.

After finishing the porridge, I listened to Huo Xian chatting idly.

Huo Xian no longer participates in clan affairs, and he only communicates with clan members who come to the ancestral temple to deliver offerings.

Which little child is kneeling before the ancestral temple begging to learn witchcraft? Which little one has been staying under the spirit tree for several days in order to gain the approval of the Azure Phoenix?

Afterwards, Shen Can washed up and then headed towards the ancestral temple.

Inside the ancestral temple, even when he was not present, temple servants would still sweep and clean, but that was all.

The painting of the Wind God and Rain Master still stands in the ancestral temple. When Shen Can, having regained his composure, looked at the painting again, he accurately grasped its true mystery.

He was not the author of this painting; he simply redrawn it.

Afterwards, Shen Can walked out of the ancestral temple, went to the lakeside to greet the little dragonfish, and then walked towards the spirit tree to greet the Azure Phoenix.

Upon arriving at the Blazing Flame Tribe, the Azure Phoenix leader directly adopted the name of his tribe as his own, calling himself Azure Phoenix.

With a whooshing sound, the Azure Phoenix landed. The wounds on its back had healed somewhat, and the stench was gone. It had been treated with witchcraft medicine.

"Come."

Shen Can didn't say much and walked towards the ancestral temple.

Seeing this, the Azure Phoenix folded its wings, stood upright, and moved step by step toward the ancestral temple.

Seeing that the large birds around them had all calmed down and become as solemn as the tribespeople, the little dragonfish also gathered its moisture and followed along on its short legs.

Upon entering the ancestral temple, Shen Can was somewhat surprised to sense the fish and bird behind him.

Since the covenant was made and enshrined in the ancestral temple, these two auspicious beasts have regarded the ancestral temple as a place of reverence.

"Dragon... dragon dragon dragon..."

Upon entering the ancestral temple and seeing the paintings of the Wind God and Rain Master, the little dragon fish suddenly went from being very solemn to having its mouth wide open.

Don't say that auspicious beasts don't cultivate; in fact, paintings can convey their spirit and also play a role in inheritance.

The crayfish is a hybrid of dragon bloodlines, with some lineage, but it's hard to say how complete it is.

Shen Can speculated that the spirit master who could draw this picture must have truly seen the dragon moving clouds and rain, and the wind god swallowing the wind and tides of heaven and earth.

The spirit depicted in the picture cannot be faked.

The little dragonfish stared wide-eyed at the mural, wishing it could bury its head into it.

Cangluan stared blankly for a couple of seconds before turning and walking out of the ancestral temple.

"Chirp."

Not long after, the returning Azure Phoenix snatched a baby bird from its flock. The little creature flapped its wings, unaware of what it had been captured for.

“This is the most talented young bird in my family, and also my child.”

After setting down the fledgling, Cangluan spoke, “Our clan dwells on spirit trees and possesses both the Dao of wood and the Dao of wind. When the little bird hatched, its whole body was covered in a ball of green light, and the wind howled.”

After landing, the little sparrow sensed the surrounding atmosphere and immediately shrank back.

The baby birds of the auspicious beast are similar to human dolls.

Although somewhat timid, she still stared wide-eyed at her surroundings.

"Chirp."

At this moment, the little sparrow flapped its wings, and wisps of wind appeared beneath them. It also chirped towards the Wind God and Rain Master.

"How about this azure phoenix travels with you to bring rain and clouds in the future?"

Shen Can held the little sparrow in his arms and looked at the little dragonfish.

"Plu".

The little dragonfish looked at Cangluan, then at Shen Can, and finally landed on the little sparrow.

"That's fine, but I can't keep breastfeeding it, I don't have the time..."

Shen Can pointed at the little dragonfish and said, "Instead of sleeping in the lake, you went to eavesdrop again?"

"I didn't," the little dragonfish shook its head vigorously.

Cangluan spoke, "The little sparrow eats insects and beast meat. I will have the clan take care of it. You will need to take it with you when you begin your cultivation."

The arowana was clearly an old bird, while the little arowana was not yet an adult.

Furthermore, Cangluan immediately recognized the essence of the painting and then grabbed her child.

The Azure Phoenix clan cultivates both wind and wood. When the Azure Phoenix is ​​severely injured, it is able to stabilize its injuries and prevent the wild beast's slime from further eroding it, because it has the innate power of wood within its body.

While it's true that they are naturally affinity-for-wind and wood, it doesn't mean they excel in both. Most of the three hundred-plus Azure Phoenixes have only average talent in both attributes.

Otherwise, given that their race has existed in the mountains for so long, they should have already produced fourth-tier beings.

As the leader bird, the Azure Phoenix's bloodline potential is almost exhausted. At its peak, it was comparable to the seventh level of the Heavenly Vein of the human race, but it had only been this strong for decades and has not increased over the years.

"May I show this picture to my other clansmen?" Cangluan asked again.

"can."

Shen Can nodded. The appearance of this picture was beyond his expectations. He hadn't expected that the covenant could remind the senior spirit of the cloud and rain painting. He now suspected that this senior might have been a mural carver in his lifetime.

In the Great Wilderness, many tribal records are described using drawings because this method is simple and easy to understand, allowing people to get a general idea at a glance.

Afterwards, the other birds of the Azure Phoenix Clan carefully entered the ancestral temple one by one, some even bowing their heads and behaving respectfully before the altar and sacrificial cauldron.

Clearly, the Azure Phoenix had already fanned them one by one before they came in.

Unfortunately, none of these phoenixes, like the little sparrow, flapped their wings and stirred up a storm when they saw the picture.

Only the images themselves know how much of their spirit can be seen in them.

From then on, the little arowana had a companion, and when it rained, it would carry a little sparrow on its back.

Both of them are actually young cubs. Considering the long lifespan of auspicious beasts, the extra few decades that the little dragonfish lived are negligible.

A fish and a bird come to admire the Wind God and Rain Master paintings every day, and sometimes they bring in offerings to place on the altar.

Because of the mural depicting the Wind God and Rain Master, Shen Can expanded the ancestral temple.

The entire ancestral temple has a three-room structure. Originally, it was twelve zhang wide, but now it has become eighteen zhang wide, with thirty-six large round wooden pillars.

The structure of the three rooms remains unchanged. The central hall is the place for ancestral temple worship, where the shrines and sacrificial vessels are placed.

The east side was converted into a secondary sacrificial altar. As the number of tribesmen increased and the number of tribesmen who died in battle increased, the space on the main altar became limited. Depending on the length of time, some of the main altars would be moved to the secondary altars on the side.

The place where the Martial Arts Chart Stele is placed is on the west side.

The Five Heavenly Vein Techniques were all inscribed on a stele and erected on the west side of the ancestral temple. All clansmen who practiced and received the techniques had to come to the ancestral temple to worship their ancestors and spirits.

The widespread dissemination of the Dharma was due to the pressure of the situation, and some rituals were naturally omitted.

However, as the tribe gradually grows stronger and a new generation of tribesmen is growing up, there is no longer a need to force them to break through their cultivation in times of crisis.

From the moment they break through the Heavenly Vein, the clansmen can come to the ancestral temple to worship and observe the subsequent cultivation methods.

Currently, the clan has few martial arts techniques, moves, supernatural abilities, and witchcraft. Once these increase in the future, Shen Can plans to build a special hall for storing martial arts techniques next to the ancestral temple.

The map of the Wind God and Rain Master was also placed here to tell the clansmen that the Luan Bird and the Little Dragon Fish, who had made an alliance with the clan, were brothers who could fight side by side, just like their own clansmen, and not beasts.

……

Inside the ancestral temple, Shen Can used his divine sense to sense the sacrificial spirit senior. After a long time without any fluctuations, he withdrew his divine sense.

Today's communication with the spirits has ended.

Whenever he's at the ancestral temple, he's constantly busy from the moment he gets up in the morning.

Starting in the morning, tribespeople would deliver fresh, dew-covered fruit, cooked meat broth, and roasted pheasants and rabbits to the ancestral temple.

There are also some strange stones, wood, bones and the like that I collected while out and about.

Some of his clansmen got up even earlier than him.

At this time, Shen Can would also take the opportunity to solve his hunger problem, as he still preferred the meat soup cooked by Aunt Yue's family.

Besides the clansmen bringing sacrificial offerings, the children also come to ask for sacrificial meat.

After he finishes these tasks, he will begin his cultivation.

In the afternoons, Shen Can would also take time to go to the Witch Temple to teach the witch disciples and to build the framework of the current Heavenly Crafts Hall.

At dusk, the hunting party returned and offered live animal sacrifices.

After the sacrifice, he would use the blood of the beasts, combined with the shamanic power of the temple, to nourish the nine tripods and eight vessels.

The period of nurturing was also the time when Shen Can communicated with the sacrificial spirit every day.

If he can sense the fluctuations of the spirit, he will increase the time and frequency of communicating with the spirit.

At night, they would deduce cultivation techniques and witchcraft.

Next, Shen Can's goal is to deduce the Five Elements Technique and all the water-based witchcraft on the little dragonfish.

In this way, the Blazing Flame Tribe acquired a basic water-based witchcraft manual.

After communicating with the spirit, it was completely dark outside.

Huo Xian had already prepared the meal and was waiting for him to eat in the side hall.

As he walked out, Shen Can pondered the matter of the Heavenly Crafts Hall.

To be honest, the various skills in the North are really extremely poor, including basic farming, brewing, pottery making, weapon forging, mining, and weaving.

Shen Can originally thought that with over 100,000 people and hundreds of thousands more from vassal tribes, he could manage to set up the platform by drawing on experienced craftsmen.

Unfortunately, he was too optimistic.

The best craftsmen were Shen Can's two disciples, Huo Chong and Huo Yun, but these two also grew up alongside him.

Teaching witchcraft is acceptable, but teaching details such as blacksmithing and rice seedling cultivation requires extensive experience.

The clan cannot currently provide so many experienced and truly skilled artisans.

After entering the valley, the tribe was free from external disturbances and has now settled down. They are also about to harvest the second season's crops.

The entire tribe, including its vassal tribes, has settled down, the people are at peace, and more babies are being born.

The valley forests are teeming with wild beasts, and even larger wild beasts roam the more distant mountains.

Farming sustains basic needs, while hunting and cultivation are now all on track.

The tribe's soldiers were divided into two branches, one in the north and one in the south.

The northern branch is one of the routes for volcanic exploration.

Every so often, a new batch of clansmen would be rotated.

The group in the south consists of those who didn't evacuate earlier.

Those tribesmen who enter the valley from their old ancestral lands will not leave again; even those who go for training will head north into the mountains to hunt.

The purpose was to ensure the seclusion of the valley, allowing the tribe to farm in peace for a longer period of time.

Currently, there are still nearly 1,002 clansmen remaining outside the southern mountains, each led by one of the more than 50 clansmen with Heavenly Vein level combat power.

Huotang would occasionally go out to contact these clansmen.

Every time Huotang went out, he would carry a packet of poison, which he secretly asked Huojun for.

Outside the mountains, chaos had already broken out.

Without the obstruction of the miasma and swamps, the Northern Lands and the Ji Lands became one, and the humans and Xiaoyang tribes, who were killing each other, had no more scruples and fought wherever they pleased.

In this situation, although Huotang is very strong, he is only a martial artist at the fifth level of the Heavenly Vein Realm.

……

Thistlefield.

Arrow Mountain.

Broken armor and arrowheads littered the ground, mixed among the earth and stones.

More than two hundred years ago, a great war broke out here between the human race and the Xiaoyang race. The human race was defeated, with hundreds of thousands of corpses lying on the ground, and countless tribes suffering heavy losses.

Even now, humans still come to worship.

In the mountains, the fire rabbit chewed on an iron arrowhead, squinting as it looked out of the mountains.

Having fought for a long time, a fierce aura had gathered between her brows.

"Commander, they're here. Xiaoyang is here."

Huo Yu, a member of the tribe, rushed over quickly. "There are about eight hundred Owl Suns, suppressing more than a thousand humans."

“These damned beasts broke everyone’s arms and pierced their shoulder bones, using women and children as hostages.”

Huo Tu asked, "Are you sure anyone in this group knows how to build ships?"

"We've found out everything. They come from the banks of the Guimu River. Every tribe along the Guimu River has warships, and although they vary in size and style, each one has the skills to build ships."

"We can't be that unlucky, can we? There can't be so many people and not a single shipbuilder."

"Have someone prepare it."

Huo Tu took the powerful bow from behind his back and then took out a small bag of animal hides, which he tied to the arrowhead.

When I left the tribe, the shaman made public the commonly used prescriptions for healing, anesthetic powder, and witch medicine itching powder, so even after being away for so long, I don't lack witch medicine.

"Everything is ready."

Fire Chariot rushed into the mountains, and figures emerged from the mountains, numbering nearly a thousand.

These people were dressed in various styles, including young and old, and their armor was also a mess, with some even wearing animal robes.

"Kill Xiao Yang and avenge our blood feud!"

(End of this chapter)