I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

The three tattoos flickered with a dark light, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, with an eerie aura that remained unaffected by the searing fire qi.

Yann Wanyun's eyes were about to burst, his seat unmoving as if rooted to the ground.

A quarter of an hour later, his expression gradually calmed, and the tattoos on his body dimmed, lying on his skin like ordinary pigment marks.

"Clan Leader."

The Great Elder quickly entered, having been unsettled by the rushing blood qi, still feeling its tremors at that moment.

Yann Wanyun casually picked up a hemp robe from the side, wiped himself, and then put it on.

"Lord Jishan has long noticed something strange about me, so he both helps me and guards against me, but I don't blame the old thing, he's in a tough spot too."

"Clan Leader, how about we leave, migrate westward, head south, and let the folks of Yu Region and Luo Region behind us personally feel the Xiaoyang."

The Great Elder was somewhat disgruntled, Ji Land had resisted Xiaoyang for so long, yet the people in the other parts of Yongyi ignored it.

Don't they understand that today's fate of Jishan and Yanran is their fate tomorrow?

"Where can we go?"

Yann Wanyun sneered, "Do you think there's still a place to set foot in Yongyi, Xiaoyang is an external threat, and some of our own people are much harsher than Xiaoyang."

These words brought Grand Elder Yanran's thoughts back to the Ao Mountain Bo Division's Grand Elder who had arrived earlier.

Damn old thing.

If he were in the Divine Treasure Realm, he would have killed his way into the Xiaoyang Race Territory long ago, and the northern Ji Land wouldn't have ended up like this.

The old guys in Yongyi who have the Divine Treasure Realm, every single one of them should be damned!

The reason Yanran Division dispatched warships across the Xiaoyang Race Territory northward was also due to the three tattoos on Yann Wanyun's body.

The northward march of the Ao Mountain Bo Division, to ordinary tribes, naturally had unclear reasons.

But to suppress the changes in Yann Wanyun's body, Yanran Division had long sent people to various parts of Yongyi to seek solutions from these more powerful tribes.

Therefore, the news of the Kui Ox War Drum moving in the Ao Mountain Bo Division, reached Yanran quickly.

Subsequently, the Ao Mountain Bo Division inspected northward.

Yann Wanyun, constantly enduring the pain of having his 'Human Soul' sucked, naturally wanted to see if there were any treasures left by Marquis Yongshan, which led to the incident of the Red Fire Warship going northward.

Later on, the Residual Spirit of Gufu Mountain was ushered in.

There was not a single tribe in Ji Land that could bear the Sacrificial Spirit of the Residual Spirit, let alone the other regions south of Ji Land.

Yann Wanyun's gaze naturally turned to the northern wilderness outside the Giant Mountain Range.

With the Kui Ox War Drum sounding, and the Residual Spirit of the Xiaoyang Race Territory ushering in, he saw a glimmer of hope, perhaps he could rely on the Human Race's war intent to suppress the abnormal changes in his body.

But unexpectedly, he fell into Xiaoyang's trap, the Ao Mountain Flying Ship returning south was destroyed using Red Fire witchcraft.

The destruction of the Ao Mountain Flying Ship, and the northward march of the Ao Mountain Grand Elder, at that time a real battle was to be had, Yann Wanyun felt that had he been injured, it would have been akin to giving the three tattoos an opportunity.

Fortunately, Lord Jishan took action and drove back the Ao Mountain Grand Elder.

And then declared, should Ao Mountain come again, Jishan Bo Division would move the entire clan across Luo River southward, allowing Xiaoyang to invade southward, claiming it was caused by Ao Mountain.

Finally, the Ao Mountain Grand Elder left unwillingly.

Because of this, Yann Wanyun felt even more that the three tattoos were a plot by Muo Yan Vein Master.

At this moment, Grand Elder Yanran also calmed his emotional fluctuations and spoke: "Clan Leader, I suddenly remembered that before, when the clan investigated the Northern Mountains, they found an upper-class tribe rising behind the Xiaoyang Race Territory.

According to reports from the clan's martial artists who returned, the tactics used by this rising tribe in their skirmishes with Xiaoyang were the same as those used in the recent clash with the Muo Yan Branch, all dividing to dissolve."

The Grand Elder of Yanran quickly spoke, "Do you think this rising tribe in the north is related to the Three Fire Tribe.

It's just that this Three Fire Tribe, along with the Luo River Bo Division's war chariots, riding beasts, and armory, rose in such a short time, who knows how they did it."

Yann Wanyun pondered for a moment and said, "Great Elder, I will quietly head to Three Fire, be prepared for defense."

The Great Elder's words made him feel it unnecessary to delay any longer.

Whether the northern rising tribe is related to the Three Fire Tribe is not important.

Whether the Three Fire Tribe has the Luo River's armory and war chariots is also not important.

How the Three Fire Tribe rose, what's entangled behind it, none of it matters.

Battle achievements speak for themselves!

The Three Fire Tribe is qualified to stand alongside Yanran!

Presumably Lord Jishan thinks so too.

As for other upper-class tribes in Ji Land, those with the Bo Division title, they are simply beneath their notice.

After entrusting the defense of the camp to the Great Elder, Yann Wanyun quietly left.

The northern rising tribe, the ushering of the Human Race's Residual Spirit, the Bronze War Chariot - these were already enough for him to make an initial judgment.

All conjectures are more straightforward than going to inquire in person.

...

Three Fire Tribe.

Woo woo woo!

As the horn sounded, the blood qi exuded by the Xiaoyang outside the Ancestral Temple surged, waves of wish power flowed into the Ancestral Temple.

Five thousand newly captured Xiaoyang war captives were directly sacrificed outside the Ancestral Temple.

For days, every now and then, Xiaoyang war captives were escorted back, in numbers ranging from a few hundred to a thousand or two.

Every time the number reached five thousand, Shen Can would initiate a sacrifice.

In the Ancestral Temple.

Shen Can sensed the seven majestic figures inside the nine tripods and eight vessels, through continuous sacrificial rituals and the support of wish power, these seven figures became increasingly distinct.

Among them, one figure wielded a great spear, accompanied by a riding beast, it was the clearest among the seven, emanating a vast war intent.