I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

Outside the palace, there is a specially excavated lake, and besides the swimming fish, it holds young women, boys, and babies of the Human Race.

All the figures swimming in the water are terrified, showing no signs of enjoying the water.

"Hahaha..."

As the laughter echoes from within the hilltop hall, an Eunuch Xiaoyang rushes out from the hall, diving into the lake to begin the selection.

"This one, that one, and these few, hurry up, don’t spoil the Vein Master’s mood."

In the midst of cries, one figure after another is dragged out of the water and swiftly thrown into the Great Tripod Cauldron, then carried into the hilltop hall.

This is the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein’s favorite way of eating; it only devours young women and babies of the Human Race, never the elderly.

"Report to the Vein Master, there is no movement from the Muo Yan Vein Master."

News brought back from near the Stone Tower Hall, crawling at the feet of the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein.

"I’ve been drinking with the Myriarch of the Muo Yan Lineage from morning until now, and there’s been no movement from the hall where the Muo Yan Vein Master resides."

The Master of the Qiu Yin Vein wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth, its smile turning vicious.

"All of you, get out!"

"Muo Xiao, you really can keep your cool."

The Master of the Qiu Yin Vein muttered coldly; the Muo Yan Clan Land was raided by the Human Race, and this is a great thing for it.

Even though it knows it’s a plot by the Human Race, it’s truly beneficial for Qiu Yin.

There’s no help for it; over the years, Muo Yan has grown increasingly assertive, subtly assuming a commanding stance.

Damn it, aren’t we all Vein Masters, Tier Four Divine Treasure powerhouses, just because Muo Xiao’s combat power is a bit stronger than ours?

And that damn Great Witch Priest, who knows what Muo Xiao did to gain its support.

This forces both Qiu Yin and Mu Kang lines into a more passive position.

Who let both lines be in the northeast direction of Yongyi, still close to Muo Yan, making them the prime targets for Muo Yan’s expansion.

This war has reached its present state, with the Human Race’s Jishan and Yanran dragging in front.

Behind them, the newly risen Three Fire Division of the Human Race, having consecutively defeated Heyang and Yang Mountain, finds it difficult to occupy the Ten Thousand Miles Land.

"First there’s Yanran, then Three Fire; Jishan, as an old and declining tribe, sure has good luck."

A hundred years ago, Jishan was almost exhausted, combining the strength of the three main branches of Xiaoyang in northern Ji Land, having a high probability of flattening the Jishan Bo Division.

But suddenly, Yanran rose, stubbornly resisting the Mu Kang Lineage’s attack.

Speaking of which, the Human Yanran Tribe’s rise is quite mysterious; a hundred years, not just a day or two, during which Yanran faced many threats of annihilation, yet somehow it survived them all.

Now it has born a Tier Four Divine Treasure, completely stabilizing the Clan Division, blocking the western Ji Land.

Yanran’s emergence of Tier Four also provides isolated Jishan with support.

But now, another entity named Three Fire has emerged.

Compared to Yanran, where exactly did this Three Fire jump out from?

Once emerged, it dared to gather millions of refugees, dared to stand firm against Xiaoyang, even more reckless than Yanran.

"Yanran’s rise took a hundred years, who’s behind Three Fire?"

The Master of the Qiu Yin Vein rose to pace.

Luo River then?

But it knows Luo River’s status, could it be Luo River has fundamentally transformed?

Judging by the storm stirred in the northern Ji Land after Three Fire’s appearance, there’s certainly someone behind Three Fire.

Is it really the old Luo River?

"Muo Xiao, this fellow, even with his homeland raided by Humans, neither retreats nor attacks, what exactly is he planning?"

The Master of the Qiu Yin Vein’s expression turned somber; ever since the army began its march south, it has speculated Muo Xiao’s intentions.

After all, Muo Xiao’s desire to annex Qiu Yin is no longer a secret.

Once something happens to this Vein Master, then the Qiu Yin Lineage truly faces annexation.

Yet all the way south, the army constantly wins, expanding territory over ten thousand miles, even relocating tribes to occupy new land, distributing corresponding benefits to both Qiu Yin and Mu Kang lines.

So, it wonders if it may be overthinking, perhaps Muo Xiao hasn’t decided to take action against it yet.

"Qiu Yun."

A figure quickly enters the hall.

"Come closer."

Qiu Yun approaches the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein, turning his ear to listen.

"You silently return to the clan land; if that group of raiding clansmen hides within my branch’s clan land, without disturbing my branch’s tribe, just put on a show during the extermination."

"Understood."

"Go."

The Master of the Qiu Yin Vein walks out of the hall, looking toward the tall stone tower in the distance.

...

The news from the Heyang battlefront and Xiaoyang Race Territory quickly reached the Jishan Bo Division and Yanran Tribe.

Don’t be fooled by Yanran’s rise in merely a hundred years; during these hundred years, the tribe’s development was exceptionally rapid, scouts and spies have long spread throughout the four corners of Ji Land.

...

Liuming Ancient Land.

Across an expansive plain, the flourishing millet still grows, though no one harvests it.

Fine fields turned into a battlefield of blood.

Three hundred miles of joint camps extend south of the ancient land.

The Red Fire Battle Banner flutters mightily, and even in broad daylight, the bonfires within the camp burn fiercely, causing the fire qi within a radius of hundreds of miles to surge.

"What a Three Fire Division, daring indeed!"

Roaring echoes in the grand tent at the center of the camp.

Within the tent, four figures sit on stone chairs on either side.

The broad stone chair in the main position is empty; the Yanran Race Leader Yann Wanyun is absent.

All camp affairs are managed by the four Celestial Vein Ninth Layer Elders, including the two Elders previously rumored dead, who are presently seated calmly.

The Great Elder Yann Chixia, with hair red as flame, his heaving chest resembling a furnace, echoes with his breath.