Chapter 575: Chapter 54 Ancestor Worship_2
The mortal world isn’t worth it.
“It doesn’t matter whether I can snatch the Dragon Gate spot or not, I am just bringing my demon pet to see the world,” Lu Qingshan replied with a laugh, unconcerned.
Of course, that was an excuse; it was actually himself who came to see the world.
At this moment, a strange divine light flickered in his eyes.
His spirit gradually wandered beyond the heavens, immersing itself onto the bodies of those fierce beasts.
Ever since his arrival here, he had begun observing these diversely bred Sacrificial Spirits, down to every scale and pore of the Demon Beasts, attempting to find the Sword Qi Spirit that would resonate with him.
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Up until now, he had observed over sixty Sacrificial Spirits and had started to clearly feel that his comprehension of Sword Qi Transformation had improved quite a bit, unknowingly.
Although the birth of a Sword Qi Spirit had yet to show any signs, there was clearly some movement.
He had indeed come to the right place.
Lu Qingshan felt happy inside.
If he continued at this pace and managed to observe all the Sacrificial Spirits in the Barbarian Tribe’s ancestral land, he might not be able to produce a Sword Qi Spirit, but he would certainly be close.
Moreover, he was also very curious as to what form his Sword Qi Spirit would take.
According to Xia Daoyun, the Sect Master Qingyun Sword Immortal’s Sword Qi Spirit was a Kunpeng that could consume suns, moons, and stars, a Ninth Grade spirit.
As for Xia Daoyun’s Sword Qi Spirit, it was a startled swan or, alternatively, a Youlong; its grade was unknown, but Lu Qingshan was certain that anything associated with ‘dragon’ would be at least a Seventh Grade spirit or higher.
Thinking of this, he became even more eager to find out what grade his own Sword Qi Spirit would be.
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Boom! Boom! Boom!
Heavy drumbeats suddenly sounded at this moment, bringing a sense of vastness.
The previously restless Sacrificial Spirits quieted down at this time.
Lu Qingshan, disturbed by this drumming, suddenly snapped out of his entranced state.
Standing beside him, the You Xiong Tribe Clan Leader had already adopted a stern expression.
Amidst the ancient and sturdy drumming of the Barbarian Tribe, three figures approached from the sky.
These three individuals were the highest-ranking leaders within the Barbarian Tribe.
The leader was the Great Shaman of Dreams, wearing a Beast Robe with hair casually falling over his shoulders, looking like an old man over sixty with a long beard fluttering and a face full of ravines.
To his rear, flanking him, were the Great Shaman of Dreams’ disciple and the Great Khan of the Barbarian Tribe, a warrior of unparalleled combat power.
The Great Shaman of Dreams and the Great Khan were both Eighth Realm cultivators, their status self-evident.
As for the disciple of the Great Shaman of Dreams, he was a young man who had just reached the Fifth Realm.
However, the Great Shaman of Dreams traditionally only passed his teachings down to one disciple, so unless something unexpected happened, he would be the next Great Shaman of Dreams. Hence, despite his lower cultivation, his status could not be underestimated.
Lu Qingshan merely glanced at the Barbarian Tribe’s Great Shaman of Dreams and the Great Khan before withdrawing his gaze.
He didn’t dare to look more.
Such high-level cultivators already possessed the power of divination, with extremely acute spiritual senses. If he looked any longer, it was quite likely that he would be noticed.
His Ancient Jade magic artifact was of no use in front of an Eighth Realm Cultivator; just a cursory examination from them would reveal Lu Qingshan’s true form, which forced him to be extremely cautious.
However, there wasn’t too much to worry about. As long as he didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, the Great Shaman of Dreams wouldn’t trouble himself to scrutinize a barbarian participating in the ancestral ceremony for no reason.
The Great Shaman of Dreams, the Great Khan, and the third person slowly descended upon the sacrificial platform.
To call it a sacrificial platform was somewhat inaccurate. More precisely, it should be considered a part of the massive statue in the lake.
How large the statue actually was, Lu Qingshan did not know; but even just the small part that emerged from the surface of the lake was already large enough to obscure the sky.
Due to its ferocious appearance, it was difficult to tell which part of the statue was above water. However, there was a large space on it, which the Barbarian Tribe used as the sacrificial platform.
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The Ancestors’ Ceremony officially began.
The Barbarian Tribe’s way of life might be primitive, but their rites of ancestor worship were as complex and burdensome as those of the Human Race.
Lu Qingshan observed the Ancestors’ Ceremony for a while, but that odd sensation in his heart surfaced once more.
His gaze fell upon the statue, of which only the tip was visible, and an inexplicable familiar aura seemed to linger, prompting his curiosity.
As Lu Qingshan’s mind drifted, the drumming ceased.
The Great Shaman of Dreams stood on the platform above, overlooking the many clans of barbarians on the shore, like a lion king taking tally of his subjects.
A moment later.
The Great Shaman of Dreams waved his hand, and the disciple standing behind him quickly stepped forward, holding a piece of Blessing Script and recited aloud:
“To honor the spirit of the Barbarian Ancestor:
‘The Barbarian Ancestor extended… fostering a prosperous reign, ensuring peace across all lands… Humbly before the divine gaze, may you enjoy the offerings!'”
Afterward, the Great Shaman of Dreams personally burned the Blessing Script.
The drums and music resumed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
The drumbeats, each heavier than the last, echoed nine times, after which the spectators from the various clans softly chanted along, keeping time with the drums in a cadence both strange and compelling.
Lu Qingshan, blending in, could only imitate a poseur, making up the numbers on this occasion.
After another wait, the chanting ended.
At this point, the Ancestors’ Ceremony was only halfway through, but the rest had little to do with them.
Next was the ritual combat of the Ancestors’ Ceremony, where each clan sent out a young and strong lad to compete on the platform.
The dueling platforms were nearly a hundred gray stone high platforms situated by the lakeside.
With over a thousand clans attending the ceremony, this meant there would be over a thousand young cultivators fighting to determine the victors.
Even with nearly a hundred platforms, determining the final twenty-five slots would take no less than ten days given the number of contestants.