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

Chapter 87 The burial pit is as deep as an abyss, and blood spurts into the sky (Please subscribe)
There were many Xiaoyang tribesmen in the miasma swamp, and they looked around, clearly seeing that there were humans here.

"Watch out for the water, everyone."

The leader, a martial artist wearing a black crown, swept his gaze across the river. Looking around the area, apart from hiding in the river, there were no other good places to hide.

One by one, figures landed on the riverbank, took the bronze cannon-like objects off their backs, put one end in their mouths, and aimed them at the water.

Let's go check the campfire!

Having received his orders, the owl-like creature cautiously made its way towards the campfire.

He kicked the campfire away.

"what!"

At that moment, a scream rang out in the distance as a member of the Xiaoyang Clan was dragged into the thick miasma.

"Shhhhhh!"

Some of the Xiaoyang warriors spat out their blood at the screams, the copper tubes in their mouths emitting a piercing whistling sound, and streaks of light shot into the distance.

It hit the trees and the mud, making a 'plop' sound.

"what!"

From another direction, screams rang out again.

Enraged, the owl leaped up on all fours and landed on a low tree. Then, it jumped several times on adjacent trees and rushed toward the direction of the commotion.

Because of the large movement, the human crown that he had just snatched fell off his head.

"In the water!"

Just as the owl ran out, arrows shot out from the water's edge.

Ordinary Xiaoyang martial artists are not weak, most of them are similar to human race mountain-opening martial artists, but they are facing arrows from Tianmai martial artists.

Before they could react, figures on the shore were sent flying backward by arrows, as if they had struck it lucky.

"Shhhhhh!"

Hearing the commotion, the owl that had run away came bounding back, shouting as it ran, "In the water! In the water! Attack the water!"

Upon hearing the roar of the owl, the other Xiaoyang warriors launched attacks on the water.

Streaks of light fell onto the water's surface, creating splashes.

The shadowy figure of the Kui Niu suddenly appeared underwater, and the sharp spikes that fell down were immediately neutralized by the water flow.

Volcano and a dozen others, protected by this current, launched a fierce attack on the Xiaoyang tribe on the shore.

Each arrow would take away a hawk.

In a short period of time, most of the hundred-plus owl-like owls were killed. The remaining ones were only protected by the miasma because they were positioned far away.

"what!"

The sun, which was shining brightly on the shore, tilted like millet and wheat, causing the owl that had just run back to howl loudly, and screams of agony echoed from afar.

"Fire the signal arrow! Fire the signal arrow now!"

As Xiaoyang, who was hiding behind a tree, took out a specially made arrow, a black light came from afar, pierced through the low tree, and pinned him to death.

"withdraw!"

The owl was terrified; he didn't want to stay there any longer.

In less than a quarter of an hour, less than thirty of the hundreds of elite tribesmen it brought were left; the entire hundred-man squad was decimated.

"Zheng!"

At that moment, a piercing clang rang out, and the owl-like creature, which was about to turn and run, felt a chill run down its spine and instinctively rolled away.

clank!

A black light flashed like lightning, and two more black arrows shot out from the water, chasing after the tumbling owl.

With a "thud," the owl was pinned to the ground by the third arrow, blood gushing out.

With a splash, the water surface exploded, and more than a dozen figures leaped out of the water, beginning to sweep away the remaining members of the Xiaoyang Clan.

The owl, whose body had been pierced by a black arrow and was screaming in agony, saw the human warriors who jumped out, each with bloody aura on their arms and the clanging of their bows and crossbows.

"They're all Heavenly Veins!"

It's true that it brought the clan's elite troops, but this opponent is a bit unethical.

shhhhhh!
Volcano moved swiftly, and several arrows pierced the owl's body again, pinning its limbs down.

"Tell me, where is Mount Gufu?"

Before Shen Can could even speak, Huoshan asked the question directly.

"Gufu Mountain."

The owl, in pain, shuddered upon hearing the name.

"What are you going to do!"

"You lot think you can go to Gufu Mountain!"

With a clang, the black witch sword was drawn, and with a single strike, Volcano severed one of Owl's arms.

"Don't even think about reinforcements. I think I'll have enough time to cut off all four of your limbs before they arrive."

"A owl without limbs, it'll probably live a good life when it goes back."

The owl jumped in fright, "You calamity demon!"

It has never encountered such an evil human before; kill them if you want.

The Xiaoyang Clan is different from the human race; they are even more ruthless, where the strong prey on the weak.

If it lost all four limbs, it couldn't even imagine what would happen if its tribe took it back.

Human slaves, sacrifices, one's own children...

"Don't worry, I brought some witchcraft medicine. I'll heal your wounds after I cut it off, and I guarantee you won't die."

"I'll cut off one of your legs this time."

"stop!"

"Gu Fu Lin is 2,700 li to the southeast. That is where the ancient ancestral temple of my Xiao Yang clan was once located."

At this moment, Volcano was rubbing his witch knife in his hand.

"You don't want your men to know about your conversation with us, do you?"

As the volcano finished speaking, the Xiaoyang clan member who had been shot but not killed was pulled over.

"you!"

"Centurion!"

"you!"

"You betrayed Xiao..."

Several heavily injured Xiaoyang Clan warriors stared wide-eyed at Xiaohao.

These words immediately provoked the owl-like creature, which used one arm to prop itself up and pounced on its wounded kin.

"Go to hell! I was forced into this! I was forced into this!"

The Xiaoyang Clan already had large fangs and mouths, making them ferocious and terrifying. Now, when they started fighting, they became even more bloody and brutal.

After devouring all the wounded members of its own kind before its eyes, the owl, covered in blood, grew increasingly deranged, letting out a piercing laugh.

Not long after, the men who had been chasing Xiao Yang returned, bringing back a few more who weren't quite dead.

"Tell me, where is Mount Gufu?"

The volcano asked one of the owl-like creatures.

"puff!"

There was no response; the knife fell swiftly.

"You tell us, your centurion has already said so. If what you say is different from what your centurion said..."

The owl's piercing, eerie laughter abruptly stopped.

"Centurion, you... are in the southeast direction..."

Before he could finish speaking, the owl pounced on him again, tearing him apart.

"Are you satisfied now?"

The owl grinned, but couldn't manage a smile anymore.

Feeling the chill of the volcano, it spoke: "The chieftain of the Tuoshan branch of the Xiaoyang clan is my father. You killed me, and it will surely avenge me and hunt you down to the end."

"The Camel Mountain branch, right?"

The volcano walked to the riverbank, grabbed a talisman, and waved it at the owl.

"Don't worry, I brought some witchcraft medicine. I'll cut it off to heal your wounds; I guarantee you won't die."

Gu Fu Lin is located 2,700 li to the southeast, where the ancestral temple of my Xiao Yang clan once stood.

You wouldn't want your men to know about your conversation with us, would you?

Upon hearing the sound, Xiaohao's expression changed drastically.

The group of warriors from the Blazing Flame Tribe looked at the shamanic talisman in Volcano's hand with surprise and doubt.

Especially the members of the Blazing Flame Clan, who grew up alongside the Volcano, how could they not know who Volcano is?

This whole thing—a barrage of threats and inducements—is clearly not Ah Shan's style.

If it's a temple, then it's fine.

"Please help us. This journey to the southeast is so far. As a member of the Xiaoyang clan, you should do your part."

"Besides, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to go back at this time?" Xiao He asked gloomily.

"It's alright, you can run away. I believe this thing will be delivered to the Camel Mountain branch, and then you..."

"mean!"

Volcano ignored him completely, picked up the owl and poured anesthetic into its mouth. The arrows that had just hit its limbs were also tranquilizer arrows.

……

"Ah Can, this talisman really can capture images and sounds!"

Seeing that the owl had calmed down, the group quickly cleaned up the battlefield and put away all the arrows.

As for Xiao Yang's remains, they were all thrown into the Qu River, and then he crossed the Qu River to the east bank.

Volcano quietly inquired, revealing that he was able to act because Ah-Can had taught him line by line.

He didn't know why Ah-Can's voice could be heard in his ears even though Ah-Can wasn't around.

"can."

Shen Can nodded.

That's bullshit.

There should be a recording symbol, but he doesn't know how to use it now.

He could imitate two sounds of conversation, which was still very easy for him with his powerful divine sense.

……

Gufu Mountain.

"Cough cough!"

Yao Chong's cough worsened, and as he looked up at the undulating mountains and dense forests, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Not only him, but everyone in the group, including Shen Can, felt very uncomfortable.

In particular, Shen Can's divine sense was the strongest among them. Ever since he approached this mountain range, he felt a chill all around him and a feeling of extreme oppression.

Every few steps you take, you can see broken bones.

You can tell they're from the human race without even picking them up to look at them.

Mount Gufu is the sacred land of the Xiaoyang tribe. After being destroyed by the Yongshanbo tribe eight thousand years ago, several branches of the Xiaoyang tribe re-established their tribes here, only to be repeatedly destroyed again.

The last time it was destroyed was a thousand years ago.

After that, Xiaoyang never established a clan here again.

Of course, the fact that it hasn't been rebuilt doesn't mean the Xiaoyang Clan doesn't want to.

As a sacred site from thousands of years ago, any tribe that wants to rebuild its territory here is none other than the Xiaoyang tribe, a group with great ambition.

This signifies a desire to become the overlord of the current Xiaoyang Tribal Alliance.

However, the Xiaoyang tribe was not a monolithic entity. Some wanted to re-establish their tribe in the Holy Land, while others did not want them to do so.

As they walked, a large pit overgrown with weeds appeared outside the mountain.

The pit was several tens of feet in size, and the white bones inside had long since become one with the soil and rocks.

The group headed towards the main peak of the mountain range.

The entire Gufu Mountain resembles a large bird with outstretched wings, with the main peak forming the bird's body and head, and the sides forming slightly curved wings.

However, the main peak and the two wings of the mountain collapsed long ago, which was done when the Yongshan tribe launched a northern expedition eight thousand years ago.

“Ah Chan, there are signs of a sacrificial ceremony ahead.”

Firefly and Stone Thunder were both skilled in reconnaissance and hunting, and they acted as scouts to explore ahead of the enemy.

At the foot of the main peak.

There were nine large pits side by side.

At this moment, dried bloodstains and scattered blood and bones can still be seen at the location of the three large pits in the middle.

"I don't know who came to perform the sacrifice."

The owl was limp and was being carried by the volcano.

“Since this place was destroyed by the human race a thousand years ago, several branch tribes have wanted to move their territory here, but none of them have the absolute strength to suppress all the tribes.”

"It could be a branch of Yangshan Mountain, or a branch of Mukang Mountain... they could all come to offer sacrifices."

Even though the nine large pits are covered with soil and rocks and overgrown with wild grass, you can still see a forest of fossil-like skeletons standing at a glance.

Shen Can looked around. From the moment he thought of coming here to the moment he arrived, he still didn't have absolute certainty that he could guide the remnants of the human race from here.

The remnant spirit is similar to a soul, but it is also different from a soul.

When a powerful human passes away, they do not retain all their memories from their lifetime. Instead, they are more like a 'residual soul' that retains their instincts.

Below the fractured main peak of Gufu Mountain, above the nine sacrificial pits, lies a landscape of broken walls and ruins, where no trace of any buildings can be seen, and the walls are scorched black.

"How did this place come about when it was discovered many years ago, attracting so many martial artists?"

Xiaohao actually knows a bit about this.

The incident back then caused quite a stir, mainly because the two major branches of the family came to perform the sacrifice and bumped into each other.

Then, by a twist of fate, the restrictions left beneath the ruined ancestral temple were lifted.

It is unclear whether the restriction was left over from eight thousand years ago or a thousand years ago.

Eight thousand years ago is too long, but there should still be descendants of the tribe that rebuilt itself here a thousand years ago.

Several major branches actually found this small branch tribe called 'Yishan' in the remote eastern mountains.

Finally, the restriction was lifted.

But there was nothing inside. Some say that several major branches took it, while others say that there was nothing in the hidden cave behind the barrier to begin with.

Later, the commotion became so great that human warriors, blood witches, and others came to the scene, and many battles broke out.

Having learned this secret, Shen Can understood why he was able to snatch the witch's pouch from an 'ordinary' Xiaoyang clansman.

Their ancestors must have been very wealthy.

It's no wonder that they had nine tripods and eight gui vessels. Perhaps these seventeen sacrificial ritual vessels are not as old as eight thousand years, but they should still belong to a tribe that was destroyed by the Xiaoyang tribe a thousand years ago.

It carries the remnants of a thousand years ago; I wonder if it can still function.

If that's not possible, then we can only settle for second best and, as the chieftain said, go to Ji and wait for the destruction of the superior tribes.

With Xiaohe leading the way, Tuozhu was sent to Ji to find his old subordinates and, incidentally, to inquire about more detailed information about Ji.

……

"The sacrificial ceremony should not last more than two months."

After an inspection, traces of blood and bone fragments were found.

These burial pits seemed to be shrouded in something, and the remaining bones would only gradually lose their luster, with no insects or ants appearing.

"Let's not delay, let's prepare for the sacrifice."

Shen Can had no interest in scavenging for any bargains at the Xiaoyang Ancient Holy Land. His goal was clear: to guide the remnants of the human race back to his tribe.

"Uncle Ashan, you haven't forgotten what I told you before we came, have you?"

"No, I remember them all."

The volcano shook its head violently.

He's simple-minded, but not brainless.

"Gentlemen, success or failure hinges on this moment."

Shen Can looked at the group of people he had brought.

Despite the seemingly safe journey so far, the real danger is yet to come.

As the ancient sacred site of Xiaoyang, many Xiaoyang branch tribes come here to worship.

Shen Can couldn't guarantee what strange phenomena would occur after the sacrifice, or whether they would be surrounded and intercepted by Xiao Yang.

"Ah Chan, Brother Tang told us when we came that we know what to do."

The group didn't exchange many words; at this point, talking was pointless, and the longer they delayed, the greater the risk would be.

Soon, the thirteen Heavenly Vein warriors scattered in all directions. They needed to block the arrival of the Owl Sun Clan should any movement occur.

Shen Can took out the witch's pouch, and the nine tripods and eight sacrificial vessels landed outside the pit.

"This is……"

The owl stared wide-eyed at the inscriptions on the sacrificial vessel.

"You actually managed to get what was behind the barrier!"

"No wonder you dared to come to Gufu Mountain to guide the remnants of the human race!"

……

Xiaohao's words were also one of the reasons why Shen Can wanted to come to Gufu Mountain. After all these years, the fact that he thought of coming to Gufu Mountain to guide the remnant spirits made him one of the later ones.

It's impossible that other human tribes couldn't have thought of this.

The nine tripods and eight sacrificial vessels were filled with the calls of the tribal children, and behind them were offerings such as rice, meat, and wine.

"The temple of the Blazing Flame Tribe has come today to welcome the spirits of our ancestors back to the clan."

Shen Can stood between the nine cauldrons, his words just falling.

With a "whoosh," a strong wind arose, and blood-red light shot into the sky from the nine large pits. Blurry shadows flew out from the blood-red light like ghosts, and shouts of battle shook the heavens.

"Coming!"

(End of this chapter)