I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

Chapter 542: Chapter 224: Great Witch Priest: Where Is My Sacrifice! (Part 2)

You hide one by one, then I will kill you one by one!

Even if it takes ten years, thirty years, or even a hundred years, he will annihilate this tribe.

The dignity of Tier Five cannot be trampled underground by ants.

The Elder Witch Priest’s expression was dark and uncertain for a long time, then he steadied himself, "Explain carefully how he tricked you into his trap."

Upon hearing this, Yu Cheng’s expression froze; he couldn’t possibly say that he hadn’t taken the sacrificial offerings seriously at all.

A mere Quasi-Fifth Tier Array, he clawed it open and felt a strong vitality.

The scene was no different than the mantis trying to stop a chariot.

At that time, he was still mocking the sacrificial offering for being overconfident, thinking that relying on a Quasi-Fifth Tier Array could stop him.

Unexpectedly, the offering was quite vicious, willing to die just to explode him.

Of course, now it’s not a matter of offering sacrifices; this Bo Division must be wiped out.

Compared to Yu Cheng’s urge to kill, the Elder Witch Priest had intentions to kill too, but he was also thinking about what to do with the upcoming sacrifice.

Sending the Spirit Shepherd to inspect this Bo Division is easy, but with the Hunting Sacrificial Envoys almost wiped out, the Spirit Shepherd must take on the task of capturing sacrificial offerings simultaneously.

Let’s not think about capturing high-quality Tier Four offerings. Gather a batch of Tier Three ones and muddle through this sacrifice.

"What’s difficult in sacrificial offerings? Let those Bo Divisions of Yongyi offer them!"

Yu Cheng now was filled with a murderous intent, standing on the altar, yet he could feel the gazes of tribesmen around the jungle focused on him.

He was a Tier Five ancestor, second only to the Great Witch Priest, yet the gaze of the tribesmen now made him feel as though he was burning.

"Though we haven’t bothered with these Bo Divisions for years, they have long noticed us; otherwise, they wouldn’t speculate our intentions and offer sacrifices in advance."

Yu Cheng’s words made the Elder Witch Priest ponder deeply. Generations of Witch Priests had warned the Hunting Sacrificial Envoys not to communicate with any Yongyi divisions, not even say a word.

Go there to capture, kill whoever resists.

It’s all to maintain the Holy Envoy Race’s mystery and power, keeping Yongyi divisions in constant fear.

Relying on their ancestors’ strength and several confrontations with resilient Bo Divisions had long instilled fear towards Holy Envoy Race in these Bo Divisions, enduring for thousands of years.

Though slightly declined internally, Yongyi divisions have declined even more compared to Holy Envoy Race.

If abruptly contacting these Bo Divisions, the mystery belonging to Holy Envoy Race would be unveiled.

Moreover, breaking the ancestral teachings of past generations got the Great Witch Priest hesitating.

"Great Witch Priest!"

Seeing no movement, Yu Cheng spoke: "As long as there’s the Holy Spirit, Yongyi’s Bo Divisions will continue to succumb to our tribe’s intimidation.

We Holy Envoy Race are not like them!"

"Right, we’re not like them!"

The Great Witch Priest was convinced by Yu Cheng’s statement.

As long as there’s the Holy Spirit, Yongyi’s sky won’t overturn.

The Great Witch Priest walked into the Divine Hall, knelt before the Divine Statue, and began muttering under his breath.

Yu Cheng couldn’t hear what the Great Witch Priest was murmuring, but he knew the priest had been convinced.

Actually, in his view, letting Yongyi Bo Division offer sacrifices wasn’t a big deal.

These Bo Divisions had been eyeing Holy Envoy Race for years without receiving favor, each had already eagerly awaited.

The Great Witch Priest muttered for a quarter of an hour, he raised his bowed head and looked at the Divine Statue.

The Profound Bird poised to fly, covered in billions of runes, its azure aura beguiling one’s Divine Sense.

Since eight thousand years ago, the Holy Spirit never revealed again, the blessings from successive sacrifices had also weakened.

Perhaps, this relates to the quality of sacrificial offerings.

Now, the Elder Witch Priest was contemplating perhaps using the Yongyi Human Race Bo Division’s hands to capture better quality sacrificial offerings.

After all, the Holy Envoy Race is powerful, yet still a hidden tribe, whereas Yongyi’s several major Bo Divisions are local serpents that might know more top-quality sacrificial offerings.

Having this thought, the Elder Witch Priest felt he was adapting to changes in times, his heart resolved.

After bowing before the Divine Statue, he got up and walked out of the Divine Hall.

"Let’s proceed as you said."

"However, not everyone is qualified to be employed by our Holy Envoy Race."

"Also, since Yongyi people are providing sacrifices, the tribe that wounded you, and caused the Hunting Sacrificial Envoys’ demise, can be handed to them to handle."

"Follow me!"

With those words, the Elder Witch Priest also summoned the Spirit Shepherds bowing at the altar.

The group bypassed the Divine Hall and descended from behind the altar.

Including Yu Cheng, none knew what the Elder Witch Priest intended.

Behind the altar lay the tribe’s forbidden zone, a large Rift Valley, where tribesmen circumventing the Holy Spirit Divine Hall towards the altar were executed directly.

After descending the altar, there was an ancient dark forest, albeit with thicker fallen leaves and sturdier old trees, tendrils like pythons hanging down.

The Elder Witch Priest led the way, everyone else had to follow, reaching outside the Rift Valley.

Looking down the valley, it appeared infinitely deep.

The Elder Witch Priest prostrated before the cliff, muttering entirely regrets over descendants’ incompetence.

Then, without rising, he remained kneeling, chanting incantations.

Suddenly, winds began in the Rift Valley below, transforming into a gale within breaths, a radiant glow breaking through the dark.

Massive runes sparkled like lightning across the Rift Valley sides.

The spectacle left Yu Cheng and Spirit Shepherds awestruck.

Hidden secrets within the forbidden Rift Valley!

The fierce winds, an ancient aura rose from the Rift Valley’s depths, the storm winds drove the Spirit Shepherds back.

Brilliant azure light cleaved through the heavens, an ancient ship over three hundred zhang long covered in dark moss, propelled from the Rift Valley depths by the gales.

As the wind swept the hull, revealing mottled marks with sword traces and fist imprints.

One hundred and eight sails each bore a storm of thunder and lightning.

A feeling that once unleashed from these sails, it could destroy heaven and earth.

"It’s a Tier Five Flying Ship!"

A Spirit Shepherd exclaimed; he knew the tribe had three Tier Five Witch Artifacts, but never knew of a Tier Five Flying Ship.

The Elder Witch Priest saw the flying ship, his gaze steadied, seeing its true form for the first time.

Regarding tribe members’ exclamations, he said little, instead instructing Yu Cheng.

It was his ride given to Yu Cheng; with this ship, Yu Cheng could rest and heal aboard, concealing his severely wounded state.

Though employing Yongyi’s Human Race to do tasks, they must not perceive Holy Envoy Race’s weakness.

"An empty shell?"

Yu Cheng was startled, his Divine Sense pierced through the storm into the flying ship’s interior.

Seeing inside, the dragon bones fractured, bulkheads broken, countless Spirit Bans entangled.

On a fractured dragon bone, the Yinglong seal blossomed radiant divine brilliance.

"According to clan records, this is a remnant from eight thousand years ago; for years, the tribe couldn’t repair it."

"It’s enough!"

Soon, Yu Cheng calmed his heart’s disturbance; even as a shell, it sufficed to intimidate.

He understood why the Elder Witch Priest revealed the ship.

No matter how awed the Yongyi Human Race Bo Division felt towards the Holy Spirit Race, commanding them required revealing indomitable might.

True strength mustn’t show any signs of weakness.

No one would know it’s internally broken with a Tier Five Wind and Thunder Flying Ship.

These Yongyi Human Race, fearful of Holy Spirit Race for millennia, upon sight of Tier Five Flying Ship, would only be further awed and subjugated.

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Within days, several Spirit Shepherds departed the clan land, heading northwest, arriving near the Blazing Flame Race Territory, beginning mountain and water scour.

Half a month later.

Yongyi Eastern Division’s skies stretched a thundercloud spanning ten li, rapidly descending into Yongyi’s depths.