I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

In the distant end, a figure stood on a towering banner, overlooking the entire battlefield.

A middle-aged elder rode on his Dragon Horse and fought fiercely against a Xiaoyang, eventually being pierced through by a distant streak of light, along with his Dragon Horse.

This scene was the last sight from back then, imprinted like a brand in his eyes.

Clatter!

The war scene in the eyes of the middle-aged elder disappeared, revealing confusion in his gaze, and then he gently moved, the Bone Lock Chain on his body making noise, starting to pierce deeper into his body.

The seemingly cracked bone, more mysterious than High-tier Ore Deposits used to forge Witch Artifacts, lodged firmly into his flesh, constantly releasing a dark Curse Power.

At this moment, the middle-aged elder finally looked at the bones on him, once again showing confusion, seeming surprised at how such a thing could be on him.

He moved to break the bones with his hands, but upon touching the bone, there was a sizzling, corrosive sound.

Crash!

The Bone Lock Chain binding his body was suddenly torn into fragments, turning into a mass of pale mist.

But in the blink of an eye, the mist recombined into a Bone Lock Chain.

"Xiaoyang bone as a curse."

The voice emitted from the Sacrificial Artifact, following which, the middle-aged elder burst forth with a vast killing intent.

"Xiaoyang wretch, not entirely dead yet!"

Then, the middle-aged elder sensed the Xiaoyang Blood Qi lingering outside the Ancestral Temple.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and the blood qi outside the Ancestral Temple transformed into a massive vortex, swirling down from the temple’s rooftop.

The massive air current grew larger and gathered the tribe members’ attention, stirring up the yet-to-be-cleared Xiaoyang blood water.

For a moment, it drew the attention of the clan’s city residents.

Rumble!

The massive vortex swept into the Ancestral Temple, and the middle-aged elder swallowed it down in one gulp.

Upon swallowing the Xiaoyang blood water, his body surged with Evil Qi, and his eyes turned dark, no longer as puzzled.

He looked at Shen Can through the Sacrificial Artifact.

"Xiaoyang is not eradicated?"

Shen Can nodded, "Blazing Flame Ancestral Temple Keeper, at your service, elder."

"We are of the same tier, no need for that."

The middle-aged elder revealed a trace of loss, "It seems I’ve been dormant too long, the Xiaoyang remnants have revived."

A few breaths later, the middle-aged elder restrained his loss, looking at Shen Can and Huo Chang again.

"Blazing Flame Race Leader at your service, elder."

The middle-aged elder nodded, pondering, "A Tier Three leader, a Tier Four temple keeper, even the temple keeper practices martial arts, just how long have I been dormant?"

Having said this, the middle-aged elder seemed to realize that the two before him didn’t know who he was.

"Yongshan Bo Division Garrison Soldiers Jii Tianlong."

"Having died in battle, Marquis commanded to suppress the Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple’s Sacrificial Spirit."

"Why have I been brought over by your tribe?"

...

Shen Can pondered a bit, then began to speak: "Elder Jii, Yongshan shattered eight thousand years ago, the Marquis disappeared."

A Sacrificial Spirit that, after dying in battle, still suppresses the Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple, even if of the same tier, is worthy of being called elder.

Rumble!

A surge of murderous aura erupted from Jii Tianlong, and his surging War Intent materialized like Thunder Sound.

Dong dong dong!

Within the Ancestral Temple, nine tripods and eight vessels hummed, like war drums sounding anew.

...

At this moment, outside the Three Fire Tribe, Yann Wanyun walked the steppe, his steps unhurried, yet each step covered a hundred feet.

The city walls of Three Fire Race City had appeared in his view.

He didn’t intend to forcefully break in, so he walked toward the main gate of the Clan City, about to reach the gate.

In an instant, he suddenly looked up toward the center of Three Fire Race City, where a blood qi stretched across the sky, and a vast, murderous sound echoed through the heavens.

Seeing this scene, Yann Wanyun’s eyes held astonishment.

Then, astonishment turned to ecstasy.

War Intent, boundless War Intent, it was the right choice to come here.

I knew any tribe still daring to challenge Xiaoyang today must have great confidence!

Subsequently, Yann Wanyun halted and spoke in a solemn voice!

"Yanran Division Yann Wanyun has come to visit!"