I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

Chapter 568: Chapter 234: Events of the Past, Part 2

The tribesmen of the Guardian Array, although many are injured, are still filled with battle intent.

Within the Blazing Flame Bo Division, the tribespeople maintained orderly discipline. Despite being scattered like grains of sand, they managed to organize themselves using the Witch Array to withstand external assaults.

Throughout the Blazing Flame Tribe, even ordinary people took part in this Tier Five battle.

"What are you planning to do next?"

The Kui Spirit leaned close to Shen Can, having circled the Blazing Flame Race Territory, he discovered that the Blazing Flame had not a single Peak Divine Treasure.

The strongest were only two Late-stage Divine Treasures—Shen Can in front of him and an old turtle.

There were also two Mid-stage Divine Treasures, and the others were all at Early-stage Divine Treasure.

Among the eight Sacrificial Spirits, three were somewhat familiar to him.

However, they were all ethereal like smoke, seemingly about to exhaust their spiritual power.

In terms of overall strength, they were even weaker than he imagined, but astonishingly, they managed to kill a wounded Tier Five and resist a Tier Five Great Witch.

If he hadn’t witnessed it himself, the Kui Spirit would hardly believe his eyes.

Even if Marquis Yongshan had come, he would be wide-eyed; this guy was fiercer than Marquis Yongshan.

Despite frequently calling him Little Yong previously, that was just boasting.

This left the Kui Spirit in a dilemma, uncertain whether to speak up or not!

Back then, his mother followed Marquis Yongshan to fight the accursed bird, and he was deliberately left behind.

His mother had told him that if all went well, they would return.

If not, he was to stay behind to guide future tribes, awaiting another’s rise to complete what they hadn’t finished.

But alas, he’d slept for thousands of years, waking a few times, never seeing his mother’s return.

As for another "Marquis Yongshan," just thinking about it made the Kui Spirit feel indignant.

He had been sealed in the Ancestral Temple; the first time he awoke, he found the temple had changed, no longer the Yongshan Ancestral Temple but the Ao Mountain Ancestral Temple.

His venerable Kui Drum was stolen.

Stolen or not, with his mother not returning, he prepared to follow her instructions to guide the people.

Yet he hadn’t expected the Ao Mountain Bo Division, which took him, to be such worthless scoundrels.

They had no battle intent whatsoever, busy with petty schemes, taking advantage of the chaos in the Nine Lands of Yongyi, looting and enslaving their kin everywhere.

With Yongshan gone, a pack of monkeys declared themselves kings.

Such rabble, becoming the next Marquis Yongshan?

Furious, he ignored these dogs, waiting for a suitable tribe to appear. Little did he expect to wait so many years for such a tribe to come along.

Though in the past eight thousand years there had been some decent Bo Divisions, such as the Northern Jishan and Southern Zeyun tribes, they had been entangled with alien races for thousands of years, never developing enough to shoulder the great responsibility.

Currently, Shen Can was healing and ignored the returning Kui Spirit.

From the resources seized from the Bi Fang Bo Division, there were over twenty treasure medicines.

Unfortunately, they were all dead and stored within jade boxes.

These treasure medicines, carried by the Gui Rabbit and its tribe, were mixed into healing medicine pills.

The Kui Spirit didn’t mind, circling Shen Can and murmuring like chanting a spell, seemingly trying to see through him.

"Say, or don’t say!"

"Don’t say, say, don’t say, say..."

"Though they can withstand Tier Five, they’re still too weak, lacking proper Divine Treasures."

"Saying it makes no difference; with such strength, they can’t even reach the far east of Giant Mountain."

"Besides, though they might seem full of war intent, who says they have the great ambition of Marquis Yongshan? What if they just want to be mountain kings here?"

"It’s not something one person can achieve. Back then, Marquis Yongshan led so many people, and none came back."

"Say, or don’t say, say, or don’t say..."

"It’s so annoying... the overall strength is lacking, but if given time, they might become strong.

If I go back to sleep, who knows how long I’ll wait again. Why not give it a try—I can’t die anyway."

"This doesn’t seem right, sending people to their deaths..."

"After thousands of years, it’s rare to find a tribe so united in battle intent; this unity surpasses Ao Mountain by far."

...

"So annoying, just..."

Suddenly, the Kui Spirit saw Shen Can’s eyes open, and the two made direct eye contact.

"You..."

"Isn’t your name Little Yong? How did you become a Marquis?"

Shen Can spoke up, having heard every word of the Kui Spirit’s murmurs clearly.

"Ah!" The Kui Spirit was stunned, "Weren’t you supposed to be concentrating on healing?"

"Speak."

Shen Can pulled him over and had him sit down cross-legged in front of him.

Though he appeared childlike, Shen Can wasn’t fooled by his appearance, knowing he was an old being.

"Are you sure you want to hear it?"

The Kui Spirit’s eyes rolled, "Fine, then I’ll tell you, Yongyi is about to be destroyed."

But seeing Shen Can’s unperturbed expression after he spoke, he asked, "I said Yongyi is about to be destroyed, the Holy Spirit worshiped by that guy in the sky will come and destroy Yongyi."

"It’s okay, I’ll flee, and I won’t die."

Hearing "won’t die," the Kui Spirit blushed slightly.

"What happened back then? Why did the Yongshan Bo Division disappear instantly?"

Just as Shen Can anticipated revealing the mystery, the Kui Spirit shook his head, "How would I know, I was sealed!"

"Back then, I was suddenly sealed by my mother in the Yongshan Ancestral Temple.

Before departing, my mother and Marquis Yongshan both instructed me, saying if the people of Yongshan couldn’t return, I should wait.

Wait for the day when a tribe strong enough to contend for supremacy in Yongyi emerges, to tell the strongest tribe ruling Yongyi the location of the Profound Bird’s nest.

But after thousands of years, I woke sporadically from slumber, observing each tribe within the Nine Lands of Yongyi forming their own alliances, claiming mountains as kings, and being complacent once achieving Bo Division status.

Within each tribe, the practice of turning into beasts was rampant, subtly influencing the entire tribe.

Let’s not even talk about a Bo Division capable of unifying Yongyi; even those possessing unwavering battle intent were becoming rarer.

Some martial artists, who possessed invincible battle intent in their youth, gradually became blinded after advancing to Divine Treasure.

If they couldn’t even overcome this hurdle, what hope was there to purify their tribe and possess the heart of the strongest?"

The Kui Spirit blinked at Shen Can, having sensed him several decades ago.

The bell tolled only to awaken him from slumber.

Over these thousands of years, it had rang several times, yet those who made it ring usually fell into degeneration before he could even find them.

The Kui Spirit stood up, floating in mid-air, patting Shen Can on the shoulder.

"Kid, you did well, didn’t disappoint your ancestor."

Then, the Kui Spirit felt his calf being grabbed and pulled down entirely.

"Hey, hey, hey, I’m the ancestor based on age, you’ve gone too far."

Having pulled the Kui Spirit down, Shen Can asked, "Where is that place east of Giant Mountain?"

The Kui Spirit shook his head, "Though you and your tribe differ from other Bo Divisions in Yongyi, the strength is too weak. Not to mention the strongest Bo Division, you don’t even have a Peak Divine Treasure, so I can’t tell you."

"Is that place the Profound Bird’s hiding place?"

"I never said that!"

The Kui Spirit shook his head.

"Did Marquis Yongshan go fight the Profound Bird back then?"

"I never said that."

"Then they never returned?"

The Kui Spirit covered his mouth with both hands.

"Was Marquis Yongshan a Tier Seven back then?"

"He wasn’t," the Kui Spirit shook his head, "but with help from my mother and the Hunting Deer Battle Banner, he could briefly invoke the power of heaven and earth, reaching Tier Seven, otherwise, how could he dare to fight the accursed bird."

"My mother is also a War Drum; we are the Mother and Child Drum."

At this point, the Kui Spirit looked down, "When I woke from my slumber, I couldn’t sense my mother anymore."

"Can Tier Seven invoke the power of heaven and earth?"

Shen Can picked up on his words, knowing that many hidden secrets were in the casual words of such ancient beings.

"Yes, Tier Seven must master the laws of heaven and earth."

"My mother was struck by celestial thunder during the Tier Seven Celestial Tribulation induced by the accursed bird, nearly annihilated; if not for a stroke of luck, both of us would’ve vanished into nothingness."

At this point, Shen Can suddenly spoke, "You don’t know the exact location of the Profound Bird’s nest either, right? You and your mother need mutual sensing to find it, don’t you?"

Once again, the Kui Spirit covered his mouth, "I didn’t say that, you guessed it yourself."

"Marquis went to attack the Profound Bird and never returned, so why does this Holy Envoy Race still exist?"

"How would I know, I just know the Marquis once served the Profound Bird Saint Spirit with this Holy Envoy Race back then, paid a lot of tributes, even sent his own offspring."