I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 96 - 56: Burial Pits Like Abysses, Blood Light Piercing the Sky

"Years ago, when this place was discovered, it drew many martial artists here. What happened?"

This, the Owl Fox actually knew something about.

Back then, it caused quite a stir mainly because two major branches clashed during a sacrificial ritual.

Then, by chance, they opened the prohibition left under the ruins of the Ancestral Temple.

No one was sure if the prohibition was left eight thousand years ago or a thousand years ago.

Events from eight thousand years ago are too distant, but the bloodlines that rebuilt the tribe here a thousand years ago should still exist.

Indeed, the major branches found a small branch tribe called 'Yishan' in the remote forests of the Eastern Division.

In the end, the prohibition was opened.

But there was nothing inside. Some say the major branches took everything, others rumored there was nothing in the hidden cave beyond the prohibition in the first place.

Later, it caused such a commotion that human race martial artists, blood witches, and others all rushed here, resulting in many conflicts.

Realizing these secrets, Shen Can understood why he could snatch the Witch Pouch from a 'common' Xiaoyang Race member.

It turns out his ancestors were indeed affluent.

No wonder they possessed the nine dings and eight gui. Perhaps these seventeen sacrificial ritual objects aren't as ancient as eight thousand years, but they should belong to the tribe destroyed by the Xiaoyang Race a thousand years ago.

Carrying the residual spirits from a thousand years ago, it's uncertain if they still function.

If not, they could only opt for a lesser plan, as per Tuo Lord's advice, to await the downfall of the upper-class tribe in Ji Land.

This time, with Owl Fox leading the way, Tuo Lord was sent to Ji Land to find old allies, also to inquire about more details regarding Ji Land.

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"The sacrifice will spell no longer than two months."

After some inspection, they saw the remaining blood stains and bones.

It seemed something was shrouding these burial pits. The bones would only gradually lose their luster, with no sign of any insects or worms emerging.

"No time to lose. Let's prepare for the sacrifice."

Shen Can had no intention of seeking treasures at the Xiaoyang Sacred Land; his goal was clear: to escort the residual spirits of the human race back to the tribe.

"Uncle Shan, you haven't forgotten what I told you and the Clan Leader before we left, have you?"

"No, I remember everything."

Huo Shan shook his head fervently.

He may be simple, but he's not clueless.

"Everyone, whether we succeed or not, this is our crucial chance."

Shen Can looked at the people he brought along.

The journey seemed smooth with minor scares, but now was when true danger loomed.

As the Xiaoyang Sacred Land, many Xiaoyang branch tribes came here for the ritual.

Shen Can couldn't guarantee what phenomena might occur after the sacrifice or if they would be besieged by the Xiaoyang.

"Acan, Brother Tang mentioned when we arrived that we know what to do."

The group refrained from too much talking; at this point, speaking more was futile, and the longer the delay, the greater the risk.

Soon, thirteen Celestial Vein Martial Artists dispersed in different directions, ready to ward off any approaching Xiaoyang Race if needed.

Shen Can took out the Witch Pouch, positioning the nine dings and eight gui outside the large pit.

"This is..."

The Owl Fox widened its eyes, staring at the inscriptions on the Sacrificial Artifact.

"You actually obtained what was behind the prohibition!"

"No wonder you dare to come to Gufu Mountain to escort the human race's residual spirits!"

...

The Owl Fox's words were also one of Shen Can's reasons for coming to Gufu Mountain; after all these years, thinking of escorting the residual spirits here made him a latecomer.

It's impossible for other human race tribes not to have thought of this.

The nine dings and eight gui were filled with the calls from the tribe's young ones, and behind them were offerings of grain, meat, and wine.

"Blazing Flame Division's Ancestral Temple Keeper, here today to bring back the heroic spirits of our ancestors to the tribe."

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

With a "buzz", a fierce wind arose, and blood-red light flared up from the nine large pits, shadows in the blood light flying out ghastly like phantoms, with the sound of battle cries echoing in the air.

"Here they come!"