I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 99 - 57: Residual Spirit of a Fourth-Tier Ancestor? Ji Land Trembles!

The ancient trees intertwined, the long river winding around, the sunlight transformed into countless brilliant rays, illuminating the majestic ancient mountains.

A silhouette transformed into a rainbow light, rushing into a grand hall deep within the mountains.

The grand hall was shrouded by an ancient tree, preventing any sunlight from falling.

The rainbow light transformed into the appearance of a middle-aged man outside the hall, and he spoke to the tightly closed door, "Clan Chief, the residual spirit sealed at Gufu Mountain has been taken away."

"Just three days ago!"

Yet there was no response from the hall, emanating instead a chilling coldness that pierced him to the bone.

After a long time.

"Was it the Yanran Division that took it?"

A somewhat piercing voice echoed from inside the hall.

Inside the hall, the middle-aged man's hair was white as snow, and he was enveloped in a layer of ice crystals. His pale face seemed frozen.

"The incident happened suddenly and it's still unclear. I've already mobilized the clan members to investigate."

Yuan Hongyun responded gravely.

"It's most likely that the Yanran Division took our Human Race's residual spirit."

"Throughout the entire Ji land, only the Yanran Division has the capability and strength to break the sealing restrictions within the sacrificial pit."

At this point, Yuan Hongyun showed a trace of unnatural expression.

Ji Land is dominated by the Jishan Bo Division, but the rise of the Yanran Division has already challenged the status of the Jishan Bo Division.

Now they've taken away the residual spirit suppressed under Gufu Mountain, reducing the Jishan Bo Division's control over them once again.

"Find out who exactly took the residual spirit!"

The Jishan Clan Chief spoke.

"Old friend, who do you think it is?"

"That was a residual spirit group influenced by the will of the old-timers, a group formed by the gathering of numerous residual spirits. We've been to Jishan multiple times but couldn't bring them back."

Inside the hall lay a Glazed Dragon, its entire body crystal clear like ice.

On the dragon's body, large scales had shattered, with scars of blood covering its belly.

Upon hearing the Jishan Clan Chief's words, the Glazed Dragon turned over and continued to sleep.

"Don't worry about others, worry about yourself. You should fend for yourself; once you die, I will be free too."

"Haha." The Jishan Clan Chief laughed loudly, but his icy face showed no sign of amusement.

"In those years, our ancestors raised horses for Lord Yong's northern expedition army in exchange for Jishan's eight thousand years of legacy.

Now, my Jishan cannot withstand the Xiaoyang's might, it's time for a new Human Race tribe to rise."

"Old friend, do you think the northern border of Yongyi can still hold?"

"Not my problem, I'm not of the Human Race."

Looking at the injuries on the Glazed Dragon, Ji Bo showed a trace of anger in his eyes.

"It's unlikely to be Yanran; although I haven't fully understood this tribe, it carries a hint of peculiarity that cannot bear the righteousness of the ancestors."

"...Jishan can't do it either."

...

Yanran Division, the most legendary tribe in Ji land over the past hundred years.

Since the phenomenon at Gufu Mountain was revealed and the residual spirit was taken away, a large number of Yanran Division members have left the tribe continuously for three days.

The news spread quickly, and soon the rumors of the residual spirit taken from Gufu Mountain circulated through the ruins markets.

Upon hearing this news, most tribes and Human Race firstly thought that the Yanran Division took the residual spirit.

In the entire Ji land for the past hundred years, only Yanran Tribe has risen spectacularly amid the threat from Xiaoyang.

Only Yanran has the ability to lead the residual spirit.

Tribe leading residual spirits doesn't mean they can only lead one. If capable and resonating with the residual spirit, tribes can lead them into their own.

However, in the current era, residual spirits in the wilderness are rare, and increasingly difficult to lead.

Some tribes, through many generations of heritage, already have their sacrificial artifacts filled with deceased martial artists from their own.

...

After half a month.

Under the night.

By the shore of Qu River, under a small hill.

Shen Can, Huo Shan, Huo Zhe, Tian Hex, and Jianng Shi gathered around the campfire, eating roasted meat.

The five of them wore a heavy expression of fatigue.

On this journey, they were constantly hunted down by the Xiaoyang Martial Artists.

It's not that they exposed themselves, but the Xiaoyang Race crazily hunted around Qu River.

Humans coming from Ji Land towards the north were their targets.

As for Owl Fox, it was released on the way.

As for whether it can become an agent planted in the Xiaoyang Race, it depends on future developments.

After continuous confrontations and crossing through toxic fog-filled swamps, two of the clan members were severely injured and didn't make it through.

"The Quyang Ruins Market is just ahead, finally we're almost home."

Tian Hex spoke, handing out the roasted meat to everyone, with blood still seeping from the arrow wound on his shoulder.

Jianng Shi took a big bite of meat, nodding heavily.

He hadn't expected he could make it to the end.

Shen Can took the meat and began to eat. His spirit had been stretched too tight throughout the journey.

At this moment, his Divine Sense swept towards the distance and found a black bird perched on a short tree.

When his Divine Sense had just swept through, it wasn't there.

The bird's eyes were fixed on them.

Additionally, within the pervasive fog, something more emerged.

Immediately, Shen Can transmitted a sound through Divine Sense to the others present. They were already aware that he could transmit sound this way and therefore displayed no surprise.

"I'll keep watch tonight, everyone have a good rest."

The fire crackled gently, and after dinner, the group began to rest.

Not long after, Shen Can, who was keeping watch, started nodding off, and eventually fell asleep.

"Almost home?"

The black bird flapped its wings, its beak moving open and closed, producing a sound, "Turns out to be Northern barbarians. Barbarians are just barbarians, they don't even know the simple knowledge of avoiding toxic fog."