I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself Chapter 394 - 169: March on the Giant Mountain, the Violet C

The Little Spirit Race mbers flitted around the trees, trailing spiritual light that was longer than their bodies.

As for why the Little Deer Witch dicine hung a bell, it was mainly to prevent it from escaping into the ground.

Treasure dicines possess a spirit; they cannot only run away but also hide themselves, blending in like wild weeds.

Therefore, capturing treasure dicines requires so tools and strategies.

The original ho of the Little Spirit Race was not abundant in primordial energy, so this treasure dicine must have migrated in on its own and beco neighbors with the Little Spirit Race.

The two coexist harmoniously, so to win over the Little Spirit Race, Shen Can didn’t capture and refine the treasure dicine.

For the current Blazing Fla Tribe, having one more treasure dicine won’t add another Divine Treasure, and lacking one won’t weaken them, so it’s temporarily kept, hoping it might reproduce.

The ancestral temple in the valley has only retained its na, as ordinary tribespeople no longer live or breed here.

The forr clan city wasn’t dismantled, yet the vegetation within, nourished by the Primordial Vein, has grown wildly to form a jungle.

These areas have beco zones for Yan Ling to cultivate dicinal herbs.

Now with the addition of the Little Spirit Race, moonlight is swallowed and exhaled nightly, releasing ’Moon Spirit Liquid’ to sprinkle around.

Through Yan Ling’s observation, the Little Spirit Race’s current strength is still too weak. If their power can improve in the future, the effect of the Moon Spirit Liquid will also strengthen.

To the north of the valley, over thirty Fire Apes dashed from the depths of the mountains.

In the arms of more than twenty figures ahead, they cradled injured tribespeople, heading directly to the Blood Bone Purgatory.

Apart from the Military Departnt Wizards, so dical Departnt doctors were present in the purgatory.

Hearing the commotion, the Military Division Wizards assud sothing had happened, and each erged from their dwellings with witch dicines and witch artifacts.

But upon seeing the Fire Ape-transford tribespeople returning with the injured, they imdiately called upon the witch doctors to get to work.

"Quickly, take us to find the Ancestral Temple Keeper and the Clan Leader, we have important matters to report."

Through the communication of his avatar, Shen Can beca aware of the matter to be reported.

Previously, to seek the Five Elents Spiritual Land within the Giant Mountain Range, he had dispatched several teams, each comprising over a hundred people.

Earlier, Huo Kui had already discovered the Innate Spirit Race.

This ti, Huo Qingg’s team returned, having encountered a beast tide caused by giant beast treasure blood. Huo Qingg, the leader, went missing while trying to divert the wild beasts.

...

Two months later.

Deep within the Giant Mountain Range.

Beast roars echoed, mountains shook, and a herd of wild beasts galloped through the mountain stream, while thirteen large birds spread wings several yards wide, resembling the Cyan Simurgh, flew overhead.

Below, there were more than forty Fire Apes, Desolate Bears, and Red Tigers directly cutting across the mountain stream.

Intense evil qi swept the area, causing smaller wild beasts to cower on the ground, not daring to move.

After crossing a mountain, the group finally saw the crumbling mountain described by their tribespeople.

"Go search around to see if there are any living tribespeople."

The voice wasn’t loud, but it reached the ears of every tribesperson, and one by one, the silhouettes began disappearing into the nearby forest in groups.

Shen Can, on the other hand, slowly walked toward the rupture in the mountain range.

Looking out, a mountain range several thousand yards high had a crack several hundred yards up, with a massive rift extending downward to the ground, forming a chaotic fractured zone.

At the foot of the mountain, rubble piled up, and cracks twisted and crossed each other.

A strong oppressive aura still lingered.

Roar!

At this mont, the roar of a fierce beast sounded from the distant forest, along with waves of energy.

Shen Can looked up briefly and his gaze fell again on the cracked mountain in front of him, as his divine sense slowly penetrated along the fissures.

This ti, he brought over fifty tribespeople, all martial artists above the Celestial Vein Sixth Layer, and after transforming into wild beasts, a third of them had the combat prowess of the Celestial Vein Ninth Layer.

After so inspection, Shen Can felt so regret.

In the cracks and rubble, there were bones of wild beasts, but they all belonged to Tier Three ones, likely the remains of failed contenders in the struggle.

According to the tribespeople, the fact that so many wild beasts gathered to fight ant that the giant beast indeed left treasure blood.

Treasure blood beneficial for wild beasts is equally valuable for the Human Race.

The downside of being far away was evident; by the ti they arrived, the site had likely been licked clean by the wild beasts several tis over.

Soon after, the dispersed tribespeople gradually returned.

"Ancestral Temple Keeper, we found the tribespeople’s armor and so scattered human bones, but no living tribespeople were discovered."

So tribespeople brought back broken armor and bones wrapped in beast hide, which were already tattered beyond recognition.

Shen Can stored the armor and bones into his witch pouch.

Examining the bone surface markings and the remote and desolate environnt, it’s undoubtedly their own tribespeople.

But the damage was so severe, it was impossible to identify them.

"For now, camp here; search the surrounding mountains and valleys for signs of wild beast conflict and try to determine the type of wild beast involved.

The battle for treasure there is over, but whichever wild beast got the treasure blood will surely be targeted by others, and there may still be a major battle.

Starting tomorrow, spread out to search; if any commotion is detected, don’t act recklessly—ensure your safety and report back."

The next day, following Shen Can’s instructions, the tribespeople began to expand their search range, looking for Tier Four wild beasts.

Within half a day, evidence of conflict was found in a northeast direction, and they continued farther out.

There was a shattered mountain body, footprints sunk deep into the soil, and broken ancient trees toppled.

In particular, patches of level forests within certain valleys clearly showed signs of downed trees, along with lingering bloodstains and claw marks.

However, while tracing these signs, they arrived at a mountain valley.

The strong sll of blood lingered in the air, with broken desolate beast bones scattered on the valley floor.

Inside the valley, more than ten Tier Three wild beasts fought for a torn wing of a Tier Four wild beast.

Noticing the disturbance outside the valley, the wild beasts inside imdiately beca alert.

The wing was featherless, attached only by strands of flesh to the bone.

Roar! Roar!

Seeing dozens of wild beasts charging into the valley, those inside imdiately ceased fighting one another.

The next mont, the entire valley resonated with a symphony of wild beast roars and relentless clashes.

Sounds of objects cutting through the air arose, and before the wild beasts could react, their bodies were suddenly pierced by massive black iron arrows.

Though they ca as fellow beasts, they suddenly shrank trendously.

Under the siege of more than fifty Celestial Vein clan people, even the already-injured dozen plus wild beasts, no matter how fierce, were slain one by one.

The wing of the desolate bird also fell before Shen Can. It was over two yards in size, marked with intertwining cyan witch runes that stirred the air around.

The point of fracture on the wing had been torn off forcefully.

But it wasn’t a complete wing; compared to humans, it was like tearing off a forearm, leaving the upper arm still functional for flapping.

Yet for a desolate bird, a broken wing segnt was much more devastating than a human losing part of an arm—greatly impacting its flight.

"Search the surroundings for any other parts of the desolate bird’s body."

As the tribespeople went searching, Shen Can had his suspicions. Following the trail showed no desolate bird carcass on the way.

The injured desolate bird was most likely still alive.

"Ancestral Temple Keeper, I found no signs of wild beast fighting here."

"None on my side either."

"Be cautious and continue the pursuit!"

...

Half a month later.

"Ancestral Temple Keeper, we sense movent ahead!"

Those transford into Cyan Simurgh could fly briefly, scouting the path ahead, skimming close over ridged mountains.

Other tribespeople proceeded cautiously, forming mutual support systems, ensuring safety as they moved forward.

"Ahead, there’s a cliff face; the injured desolate bird is in a nest on the cliff wall, but it’s being watched by two wild beasts."

"Screech!"

In the giant nest on the cliff, the Purple Cloud Celestial Eagle emitted angry cries, its wing curled against its body, blood soaking the nest.

A thousand yards from the nest, on a rock ledge protruding from the cliff, a Golden-winged Sword-toothed Tiger watched the nest intently.

Below the cliff, a beast resembling a small mountain—a Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast, skin darkened like bark—also gazed at the nest.

Both the Sword Tiger on the cliff and the Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast below were Tier Three level.

With feathers descending from the cliff, claw marks, fractures, and scars on both beasts, it was evident that these two wild beasts had previously engaged with the Purple Cloud Celestial Eagle.