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

Chapter 92 Grand Clan Sacrifice, Spiritual Manifestation! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
You spent fifty years developing the Heavy Mountain Hammer...

You've spent another fifty years developing the Chongshan Furnace...

……

As evening approached, Huoshan arrived at Shen Can's residence and was about to speak when he noticed Shen Can was writing something down at his desk, so he remained silent.

Seeing the volcano like this, Shen Can was a little surprised; it seemed to have changed its personality.

He finished writing the last few words, got up, and went outside.

The volcano is just outside, crouching in the corner.

"Ah-Can, did I disturb you?"

Volcano opened his mouth, looking at Shen Can who was silent, and said, "It was all Huotang's idea. We can't be loud in the ancestral temple. If I raise my voice again, he'll beat me up every time he sees me."

"Even the clan leader can't beat you, so why are you afraid of him?"

Shen Can smiled.

“That won’t do, that’s the clan leader.” Volcano shook his head.

"By the way, Ah Can, how did you know that so many martial artists in the clan broke through today? Some clansmen who were previously stuck at the Rock Splitting Realm broke through all at once today, with more than a hundred of them."

Four more people broke through to the Mountain Opening Realm.

Some who started cultivating early, though not yet at the level of breaking through to a higher realm, have all significantly increased their internal energy.

"Our ancestors have shown their power."

Shen Can replied, then asked, "What about the subjects?"

"The same goes for the common people; dozens of them have broken through to the Stone Splitting Realm. I've sent someone to do a detailed count, but we'll have to wait until tomorrow for the full data."

The volcano spoke up, "It really is a miracle from our ancestors."

"Don't leave now that you're here, I have some things to do tonight."

into the night.

The seven disciples arrived at the ancestral temple together.

"Master."

The seven disciples had different expressions.

As everyone knows, Huo Chong and Huo Yun have both advanced to the first tier of wizards.

Before long, the clan elders Huotang, Huoyu, and Huoyun arrived. Huoxian had already moved a small stool and sat to the side, watching with a smile.

“Even though you have been calling me ‘Master’ for several years since I took you as my disciples, I have never formally accepted you as my disciples.”

Shen Can specially changed into his temple robes and looked at his seven disciples.

"Today, with the ancestors, sacrificial vessels, clan chief, and elders as witnesses, I formally accept you as my disciples."

Seven figures knelt on the ground, respectfully bowing to Shen Can.

"Huo Zhong, you are the senior brother."

"Yes, disciple will take good care of all junior brothers and sisters."

After bowing deeply, Huo Chong held a scroll made of animal hide in his hand.

At Shen Can's prompting, he opened "Chongshan Hammering" and "Chongshan Furnace".

The preceding "Hammer Explanation" is just a name; the main content consists of shamanic inscriptions on weapons such as knives, swords, and bows.

The Chongshan furnace mentioned later is an improved method for smelting ore using iron furnaces.

The reason why the tribe cannot smelt high-quality ores is that the fire is not hot enough. In addition to some special fuels, the temperature of the flame can also be enhanced by witchcraft.

As the Blazing Flame Tribe develops, second- and third-tier weapons will become the mainstream for future development.

Before they can train wizard blacksmiths on a large scale, they should focus on smelting so that the old blacksmiths in the tribe can also forge weapons of second and third tier quality.

Then let Huo Zhong or Shen Can inscribe the corresponding shamanic symbols themselves.

As for divine weapons, that's not what Shen Can is pursuing right now. He'll focus on making them more widespread first, and then pursue divine weapons once they've been forged on a large scale.

Subsequently, Huo Yun bestowed upon him several books, including "Miscellaneous Books on Herbs and Poisons," "Medical Classic of Cattails," and "Experiences in Temple and Shrine Medicines."

The first two books were obtained from the defeated wandering knights, while the latter were deduced by Shen Can himself.

The disciple Huo Fu bestowed upon him the "Sword Control Talisman Manual" and the "Complete Collection of Talisman Manuals (To be continued)".

Disciples Huoye, Huolong, Huotuan, and Huojiang were all bestowed with "Experiences in Temple Shamanic Cultivation".

"Your eldest brother and second sister have both advanced to become wizards. I hope you can continue to work hard."

"Of course, if you want witch weapons, I don't have any here. Go ask your senior brother for them."

"Besides Huo Chong and Huo Yun, I plan to guide the rest of you in your training for a period of time."

The reason why he took several disciples to cultivate for a period of time was mainly because Shen Can discovered through questioning that several disciples had vaguely sensed the location of the witch vein.

This means that I am not far from truly becoming a high-level wizard.

This shows that the unusual phenomenon that occurred at the sacrificial cauldron today has a more profound impact on the tribe than he imagined.

If this is the case for several disciples of the sorcerer, and there are so many martial arts practitioners in the clan, then the increased cultivation speed of the clan members will continue for some time to come.

……

The next morning, while Shen Can was cleaning the ancestral temple, Huotang came in to pay respects to the ancestors.

"Ah-Can, I've arranged for Ah-Shan to go to Da-Ze."

As soon as he entered, Huotang said, "Which day do you think we should choose for the clan's grand festival?"

No wonder Huotang was impatient; after bringing back the remnants of his ancestors, the tribe underwent a dramatic change.

Suddenly, there were two more wizards.

Martial artists, needless to say.

This hasn't been performed yet.

As the two were talking, they heard hurried footsteps and chattering outside the ancestral temple.

"Uncle Chief, Brother A-Can."

The first one to emerge was A Yuan, who had been the little kid who used to nibble on Shen Can for several years, and had now grown into a miniature version of A Yu.

A-Yuan, accompanied by seven or eight children of varying ages, some carrying wild rabbits and others carrying wild birds, arrived at the ancestral temple and knelt down with a thud.

Over the past few years, the number of small wild beasts in the mountains and fields has increased. The children in the tribe are still at an age where they love to make a fuss. Besides practicing martial arts together, they also go around the tribe's territory to collect bird eggs and catch Pallas's rabbits.

"For our ancestors to eat."

A group of children, both young and old, held up their caught prey as if presenting it as a treasure.

Shen Can looked at the gruesome deaths of the rabbits and wild birds and called for everyone to get up.

"Clean it up outside before bringing it in. Do you want our ancestors to eat a mouthful of hair?"

Fire Turtle beckoned the group to rush out of the ancestral temple. When they returned, everything had been cleaned up, and each person carefully and solemnly placed the offerings on the altar.

After the children left, Shen Can looked at Huo Tang's anxious expression and said, "Then let Uncle Huo Shan hunt a few more wild beasts, and prepare plenty of other kinds of prey as well."

"Okay, I'll get ready right now."

The fire came and went in a hurry.

Except for those who went out to patrol and guard, the entire tribe got busy under Huotang's orders.

Even the subjects were making preparations.

Offerings range from basic wheat, millet, rice, and wild fruits to witchcraft medicine, cured meat, and so on; every household contributes a portion.

The Heavenly Vein warriors within the clan also sprang into action, with scouts spread across the surrounding area for hundreds of miles, just in case any more wandering knights like Bai Lang and Luo Xue came to cause trouble.

Every day when the volcano returns, it brings back several large fish on its ironwood boat, which it raises in the fishponds dug within the tribe.

Based on the consumption of offerings over the past few days, Shen Can felt that the remnant spirits of their ancestors must have been starving, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to devour the offerings so much.

Since that's the case, if we can't improve the quality, then we should improve the quantity.

Have a good meal.

For a time, the entire tribe was preparing for this grand ceremony.

Only Shen Can, after wiping the ancestral tablets and the nine tripods and eight sacrificial vessels, squatted at the highest point of the clan mountain and began to absorb and exhale the water elemental energy.

He had already read through the books he obtained from Xiaoyang and found that the veins formed by the Little Blood River were the prototype of 'spiritual veins'.

Of course, in the Great Wilderness it's not called a spiritual vein, it's called a primordial vein or a source vein, but they all mean the same thing.

For example, the land of the Bo tribe must have a primordial lineage.

The primordial vein gathers the source power of heaven and earth, which in turn changes the environment of the clan's land, allowing the land to grow witch medicines with longer medicinal life and spirit rice of better quality.

Previously, in the old clan territory, the wheat and millet planted within a ten-mile radius matured at different times, which was related to the source energy.

Of course, this does not mean that there are primordial veins in the old clan lands, but rather that even without primordial veins, the source power contained in the same area of ​​land varies in strength.

If, on the basis of the primordial veins, a wizard skilled in cultivating spiritual plants is added, then the cultivation of herbs and grains can almost ignore changes in the climate and weather.

Floods and droughts can easily destroy small tribes, but the Upper Tribe and the Bo Tribe have strong risk resistance capabilities and can ignore natural disasters to a certain extent, which is why they can survive for a longer period of time.

It can be said that with this nascent spiritual vein, the Blazing Flame Tribe had essentially laid the foundation for the Upper and Lower Tribes.

Similarly, the primordial veins can also be destroyed, for example, by pollution. The simplest example is the spirit rice field of the Upper Lake region.

The small paddy field in the Upper Lake region that can grow spirit rice is equivalent to a miniature primordial vein.

The soil in that paddy field had already been dug up by Zhiyan, but after so long, there was still no way to improve it. Shen Can had already handed it over to his disciple Huoyun to work on.

Huo Yun came up with a counterintuitive idea: instead of removing the filth inside, why not use it to grow poison?
Shen Can has always supported his disciples who have ideas.

He wouldn't mind if it were poison.

The medicinal fields converted from paddy fields have been planted with the witchcraft medicine used to prepare anesthetic powder.

Just as Shen Can had predicted.

Over the past few days, the entire mountain area of ​​the clan's territory has become lush with vegetation, as if the plants had suddenly sprouted from the soil.

Looking around, the mountains of the tribe are lush and green.

It wasn't that it wasn't green before, but now this greenery is full of even more vibrant life.

Seeing this, without Shen Can giving any instructions, Huo Yun busied herself searching all over the mountain for places with abundant life to cultivate medicinal herbs.

Moreover, many martial arts practitioners within the clan and among its people noticed a significant increase in their internal energy.

While it won't allow you to break through to a higher realm immediately, it can greatly accelerate the time required for advancement.

……

I've been busy for almost a month.

All the offerings were finally prepared. The day before the grand festival.

Outside the ancestral temple.

Huotang examined the offerings and asked, "Ah Can, is there too little or too little?"

Shen Can looked at the seventeen mountains of rice, one mountain of wild beast meat, one mountain of fish, and one mountain of fruit piled up outside the ancestral temple.

The line stretched from the ancestral temple all the way down to the foot of the clan mountain.

"That's quite a lot. We hold annual sacrifices, it's not like it's just one meal a year."

"alright."

Huo Tang nodded. "I'll go check on those three water beasts and get people ready."

"Come and eat."

Huo Xian walked out of the ancestral temple and greeted Shen Can and a dozen other figures.

"Thank you, Grandpa Huoxian."

Fire Turtle spoke, and the other children of similar age joined in the shout.

There are twelve of them in total. Starting tomorrow, they will be the temple guards of the ancestral temple.

Shen Can did not choose from among the martial artists, but directly selected this group of young boys, intending to train them from scratch.

"Temple offering, you eat."

The older fire turtle didn't call out "Brother Fire" today.

"Eat your fill, tomorrow will be tiring."

Huo Xian served rice to everyone, saying, "After you've eaten, check your horns. Tomorrow, blow them as loud as you can."

……

Oh oh oh!
It was just dawn.

Outside the ancestral temple, twelve boys puffed out their cheeks and blew hard into the horn.

The sound spread throughout the tribe's territory and even reached the lands of its vassal states outside the tribe.

The tribespeople had already woken up, and even the children were dressed in their robes. When the horn sounded, figures emerged from the houses.

From the direction of their territory, tens of thousands of people formed a long dragon and headed towards their clan's land, following behind the Blazing Flame Clan, climbing the steps towards the ancestral temple.

Many people carried baskets, jars, pots and other storage containers in their hands. As the people at the front of the clan walked to the outside of the ancestral temple, they passed the containers around to the outside of the temple.

These are offerings prepared by the tribe members themselves.

There are simple rice balls, fruit, and meat rice.

Even if each of the more than 30,000 people only prepared one offering, a new mountain of sacrificial offerings was still piled up.

"Hoohoo!"

As the roars of beasts rang out, Huoshan and several other Heavenly Vein warriors carried three Tier 3 wild beasts up the steps, and everyone made way for them.

The third-tier wild beast exuded a strong murderous aura, roaring and struggling, but was held down firmly by someone.

The three-headed wild beast was placed outside the ancestral temple.

Apart from the roars of wild beasts, the entire clan mountain was quiet, and even the little children stared wide-eyed towards the ancestral temple.

Shen Can, dressed in his temple robes and holding the Luan sword, walked out behind Huo Xian carrying the blood goblet.

The ritual is complicated, but Zhiyan has not yet evolved to that level.

Huo Xian stood behind, watching Shen Can draw witch symbols on the wild beasts while chanting the "Witch Sacrifice Incantation" that no one else could hear.

His eyes were full of satisfaction.

"The livestock are plump and meaty, and the offerings are plentiful and abundant."

Shen Can gripped the Luan Blade and drained the blood from the necks of the three wild beasts one by one, then caught the blood in a blood vessel and carried it into the ancestral temple.

Smearing blood on the sacrificial vessels, doors, and windows of the ancestral temple was a very unpleasant experience for Shen Can when he first became the temple's head priest.

Because dried blood emits a strong odor and attracts insects and ants.

Of course, even if he felt uncomfortable, he never questioned it as the temple's guardian.

At that moment, blood was smeared on the sacrificial vessel.

Everything is no longer the same.

It's not that incantations and smearing blood are useless, but rather that the ancestral temple was previously devoid of spirit.

Blood stained the sacrificial vessels, and the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses echoed.

Fresh animal blood rolled down onto the sacrificial vessel, forming droplets of blood.

Wherever they went, the inscriptions left by the Xiaoyang tribe on the sacrificial vessels glowed with bloody light.

A crimson glow flowed across the sacrificial vessels, spreading and expanding like light and shadow from within the ancestral temple…

……

"The owl-like alien race has no choice but to die."

Beyond the nine tripods and eight sacrificial vessels, Shen Can's consciousness entered a blood-red world.

A tattered battle flag; a headless figure, seemingly tortured to death, reduced to bones yet still standing.

"What are you still struggling for in vain? Only by becoming my slaves, Xiaoyang, can you preserve your lineage."

"Fuck you."

“Ignorant stubborn bastards, you yourself said that this area has been without human messengers from other places for tens of thousands of years. You are long ago the remnants of the wilderness.”

"You're just pitiful people forgotten in a corner of the wilderness, who would come to save you?"

"Perhaps, people in other places have long since disappeared. Don't expect any more from other human races."

"Yongshan will come back again."

"The fire on Yongshan Mountain has been extinguished."

"It's not dead."

……

In a fleeting moment, Shen Can felt as if he had just woken from a dream, his mind filled with a jumble of incoherent thoughts.

At this moment, above the ancestral temple, illusory figures floated in the air, and gusts of wind swept across the clear sky, blowing across the land of the Blazing Flame Clan.

The offerings prepared outside the ancestral temple were being consumed at a visible rate.

“Mother, I saw an uncle eating meat.”

Among the crowd, a three- or four-year-old child pointed in the direction of the ancestral temple and shouted.

"Daddy, eat, eat, eat meat..."

"Uncle, I have some meat here."

"Uncle, my mother is late..."

The child had barely opened his mouth when his mother abruptly called him back.

"Our ancestors really did appear to us!"

The phantom hovering above the ancestral temple did not cause panic among the clansmen; instead, it warmed their hearts.

The stronger a martial artist's internal energy, the more they feel a burning sensation rising within their body.

A series of sounds, which I wanted to hear but couldn't quite make out, rang in my ears.

From the ancestral lands to the people who gathered there, they were all integrated into the scene before us.

For hundreds of years, no one has made any progress in the annual sacrifices, and everyone thought it was a custom passed down from their ancestors.

I never imagined we really had ancestors.

……

After a long while, Shen Can emerged from the ancestral temple and began to butcher the three-headed beast, removing the meat and sending it into the ancestral temple.

In his perception, the spirit and energy of the clansmen within the clan territory were unconsciously mobilized, and their minds merged into the manifestation of the remnant souls of their ancestors.

Perhaps the clansmen cannot yet clearly hear the words spoken by the remnant spirit, but Shen Can feels that this requires a gradual process, and as time goes by, they will gradually understand these words.

The sacrificial meat was placed on the offering table.

Shen Can's divine sense landed on the Nine Cauldrons and Eight Dishes, and the manifested thoughts were chaotic and disordered, eventually turning into a face covered with cracks.

It was the same picture I saw inside the burial pit.

"If there is danger, we will offer a small sacrifice to the vessel. Our crippled bodies can still fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, his face shattered inch by inch, turning back into a series of phantom images that rapidly devoured the offerings outside the ancestral temple.

Above the tribe's land, it seemed as if a fiery cloud had risen, a crimson expanse that lingered for a long time before finally setting.

……

A few days later.

Southwestern part of the Blazing Flame Region.

A group of people, dressed in rags, with their families and carrying packs, traveled over mountains and valleys, only to be stopped a hundred miles away from their tribe's territory.

Two days later.

The group finally received permission and headed towards the shore of the great marsh.

Under the sunlight, the mountains of the Zhiyan tribe are lush with vegetation, and the lakes and marshes are interconnected.

The houses meander down the mountain, and people move up and down like a long dragon.

The entire tribe exudes a vibrant and powerful aura.

"What a powerful tribe."

Among the crowd, Li Yue, who was leading the group, looked back at his group of ragged figures, each with their own family, and his expression turned somber.

Having fled all the way, his energy was completely depleted, leaving him like a stray dog.

If they don't escape, their clan will be destroyed and their people will die; some tribes have already been wiped out one after another.

They fled into the mountains, intending to rebuild their tribe in Linshui.

Unexpectedly, this waterside area was already inhabited by a large number of people.

Looking at the rout of their own group, and then at the distant sun where countless water vapors manifested as colorful clouds, the tribe's territory seemed to be shrouded in these clouds.

The mountains are verdant and majestic, with rivers and mountains connected, yet the tribes of the same race have different fates.

(End of this chapter)