I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself Chapter 354 - 153: The Ancestral Temple Keeper’s Avatar Eats

It’s impossible for the dead to co back to life.

There’s no consciousness at all, only vitality and dispersed soul power rging within the body.

Shen Can took him back to the Ancestral Temple.

The Celestial Vein in the young man’s body was forcibly developed postnatally, which was actually not a good thing for him.

The person who did it used crude ans, far inferior to what he could have done himself.

After spending several days carefully examining him, Shen Can discovered that within the young man’s flesh, there were small, dust-like glowing particles.

These brilliant glows had already fused with the flesh.

In his Divine Sense, these tiny glows were actually ore dust.

In the place where the tribe forges iron, so iron ore bursts out sparkling dust when crushed.

However, the glow of iron ore dust is completely different from the glow inside the young man’s body.

Shen Can extracted a particle of ore dust from the young man’s body and cleaned the blood from its surface.

He stuck it on his finger and gazed at it.

It looked like a tiny, shining star.

The young man was found by that thousand-year-old monster from the Luo River Bo Division, but even the Three Ancestors of Luo River didn’t know exactly where.

All they know is that it has been many years since, and they tried to refine him through sacrifice, but unfortunately, the stains on their bodies clashed with the Spiritual Light on the young man.

Undoubtedly, that ancient monster coveted the young man’s body.

Even used external force to open the Celestial Vein, only to find out that it didn’t suit him at all.

Although the young man had ore rged within him, after Shen Can’s inspection, he found no other issues, so he prepared to start refining him into his own clone.

Though the Three-Headed Secret Technique had been comprehended, it had been handed over to soone to cultivate, so it still needed modifications based on local conditions.

In the following days, Shen Can devoted most of his thoughts to refining the clone.

anwhile, every month brought new changes within the tribe.

Currently, Jiuyan is primarily focused on recuperation, with small-scale mountain offensives against Xiaoyang, maintaining scout surveillance on the Xiaoyang who retreated to the east, always searching for their new gathering place.

Now, the Jishan Bo Division shifted mostly towards recuperation, while the Xiaoyang Race of the Mu Kang Lineage was closely watched by the Yanran Tribe.

...

A small river valley area.

Along the riverbank, houses are scattered in a charming array, with the tallest building being the Sacrificial Hall.

To the left of the Sacrificial Hall is the Clan Affairs Hall, to the right is the Clan Soldier Hall.

Beyond the houses, the flat area is interspersed with ridged fields stretching endlessly, crisscrossing, with people busy in every corner of the fields.

Chirp!

A loud cry echoed, as a Little Sparrow, shimring with cyan light and a hint of colorful hues, spread its wings.

Behind it followed a plump Little Dragon Fish, gliding through the clouds joyfully.

"Take it slow, I fly slowly."

Seeing the Little Dragon Fish and Little Sparrow, the working figures in the fields waved excitedly.

Especially the children playing on the field ridges, who leapt with joy, chasing after them.

"Dragon...Dragon...Dragon Dragon..."

"Cyan Simurgh!"

Amidst the children’s cheers, the older tribesn shouted towards the heavens.

"We don’t need watering here right now."

"Probably in five or six days, the millet seedlings will sprout, and then we’ll need watering."

When the Little Dragon Fish and Little Sparrow first erged from the valley, it surprised the tribesn greatly.

Legend has it that Yongshan had Wind Master and Rain Master back in the day, able to campaign far and wide while also conjuring clouds and rain to nourish agriculture.

Unexpectedly, there were Little Wind Master and Little Rain Master within their own tribe.

Upon hearing that this area didn’t need rain, the Little Dragon Fish and Little Sparrow, who rubbed against the little brats, prepared to leave.

It’s no longer the valley here; it’s surrounded by farmland everywhere, making them busier.

Of course, conjuring clouds and rain, for them, is also a form of cultivation, accelerating the absorption of their latent Treasure Blood.

"Wow, don’t leave Dragon, Grandpa needs to water!"

Seeing the Little Dragon Fish and Little Sparrow about to leave, the kids gathered around weren’t happy.

Why no watering? Must water.

Crying noises rose and fell continuously.

Seeing this, the Little Dragon Fish circled in the air; it had seen such scenes many tis before, opened its mouth, and let so raindrops fall onto the little brats.

"It’s raining, go ho to collect your clothes!"

The group of kids forgot their crying and ran chaotically in all directions.

Then, the Little Dragon Fish and Little Sparrow flew over the small river valley and crossed the undulating hills, entering a lush green area.

Patches of farmland spread out neatly, with seedlings erging from the soil.

In the fields, tribesn used tools or simply squatted to remove weeds beside millet seedlings.

At the end of the field paths, rows of stone houses were built beside the river bend.

Still the most prominent building was the Sacrificial Hall.

In the open space in front of the hall, more than a dozen children practiced boxing.

The Little Dragon Fish only sprinkled rain on one piece of field, then departed with the Little Sparrow.

While passing through the mountains and forests, they could look down and see a group of people hunting in the mountains.

By the river and wetland, so were fishing.

"Little Sparrow, it’s getting dark, let’s rest at the settlent up ahead for the night."

Upon hearing, the Little Sparrow glanced at the Little Dragon Fish with its crystalline eyes like green jade.

"Okay."

When the Little Dragon Fish and Little Sparrow landed in the settlent, the first to cheer were the children in the settlent, who all rushed ho to find fruits.

The Little Dragon Fish was not shy, ate all it was given, stuck to whoever it fancied.

On the contrary, the Little Sparrow maintained a cool deanor, perched on a large tree and closed its wings, tilted its head and went to sleep.