Chapter 577: Chapter 55: Chaos
Half a day had passed, and the top twenty-five contestants of this Ancestral Ceremony competition were finally all decided.
This ti, there were no dark horses in the Ancestral Ceremony competition; the ones who ultimately won the Dragon Gate spots were all outstanding barbarians from established clans.
At this point, the Ancestral Ceremony had reached its most lively mont.
——The Great Dream Shaman was about to open the Dragon Gate Secret Realm and allow each clan’s Sacrificial Spirits to enter.
The fifty Sacrificial Spirits, already brimming with energy and eagerness, stared intensely at the statue in the center of the lake.
The entrance to the Dragon Gate Secret Realm lay beneath that statue.
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Lu Qingshan mingled among the crowd, casually observing from the sidelines.
As splendid as the Dragon Gate Secret Realm was, it catered mainly to Demon Beasts, so he wasn’t very interested.
The King of the Western Rats felt the sa way.
Although breaking free from the Bloodline shackles sounded extrely tempting, the issue was that it was only Third Grade right now.
Its own bloodline was already that of the Sixth Grade Phantom Rat, and besides, it had inherited a Demon Spirit, so it was far from confronting the Bloodline shackles.
The crowd had waited for about an hour, and still, the Great Dream Shaman had not appeared.
A Scale Armor-covered green ox grew impatient and asked, “Shi Lin, we’re all ready here; why hasn’t the Great Dream Shaman shown up yet? Did you forget to inform him that the Ancestral Ceremony competition has ended?”
Shi Lin was the disciple of the Great Dream Shaman, that handso barbarian youth.
Right after the completion of the Ancestral Ceremony, the Great Khan had already left the ancestral lands.
In fact, on most occasions, the Great Khan of the Barbarian Tribe did not show up at the ceremony; this ti was one of the few exceptions.
As for the Great Dream Shaman, he had gone to the depths of the ancestral lands to visit the Barbarian Tribe’s Divine Beast.
Hence, at this mont, only Shi Lin was left in charge of overseeing the Ancestral Ceremony competition.
“As soon as the Ancestral Ceremony competition ended, I sent a Spirit ssage to notify my master,” Shi Lin also frowned slightly, finding it strange. Still, as a disciple of the Great Dream Shaman, he knew how to manage the situation and quickly reassured, “Bull Demon elder, my master might be delayed by so urgent matter. Please be patient and calm, there’s no need to rush this very mont.”
With Shi Lin’s words, the green ox Sacrificial Spirit found it inappropriate to say more and quieted down.
And so, the crowd waited for another hour.
By then, even those barbarians who were just spectators and the Sacrificial Spirits who had no right to enter the Dragon Gate grew restless, and many people whispered among themselves.
“The Ancestral Ceremony competition has concluded, why hasn’t the Great Dream Shaman shown up? It’s not like him to overlook such things.”
“Indeed, could sothing have happened to the Great Dream Shaman?” soone speculated.
Even Lu Qingshan started to feel a growing sense of unease, “Is so unexpected disaster about to occur?”
“How is that possible? The Barbarian Tribe’s Ancestral Ceremony has been held for thousands of years; never has it faced any mishaps,” the Youxiong Clan Leader said instinctively.
Well, if you hadn’t said that, it would have been better.
Now that you’ve said it, according to tradition, it’s bound to happen…
Bang!
As Lu Qingshan’s thoughts on the Youxiong Clan Leader’s remark just flickered through his mind, a shocking explosion resounded in everyone’s ears.
A violent surge of energy had already exploded in the air.
Lu Qingshan’s heart skipped a beat; his gaze quickly followed the direction of the sound. The source of the energy was deep within the ancestral lands, very far from their current location.
He looked in that direction and could only discern two faint shadows, unable to see clearly.
Roar!
A ferocious roar followed.
“That’s the sound of the Dark Cang Ink Dragon! What’s happening? Why has it been disturbed?!” the Youxiong Clan Leader next to Lu Qingshan exclaid in shock.
“The Dark Cang Ink Dragon?” Lu Qingshan’s pupils contracted.
“The Dark Cang Ink Dragon is our Barbarian Tribe’s Divine Beast, an Eighth Grade existence, alive for countless years. Even the Great Dream Shaman must treat it with the utmost respect and dare not show any irreverence.
Most of the ti, the Dark Cang Ink Dragon is in deep slumber, erging only after each Ancestral Ceremony when the Great Dream Shaman goes to pay it a visit,” the Youxiong Clan Leader swallowed hard, murmuring, “A major incident has occurred, a major incident indeed….”
Look, your back is full of flags; it’s no wonder things erupted.
Lu Qingshan had no energy for sarcasm.
The intense energy fluctuations triggered a series of thunderous explosions, and even though the battle site was extrely distant, Lu Qingshan still felt a bit of dizziness in his ears.
In the distant sky, red and black colors almost dominated the entire sky.
The brightness even surpassed that of the sunlight, and even the clouds in the sky were scattered by the shock.
Moreover, this energy fluctuation appeared to be growing stronger, already making those within the ancestral lands feel a slight oppression.
Lu Qingshan felt a growing sense of foreboding in his heart.
His instinct told him that leaving this place as soon as possible was probably the right choice.
Shivering—
An unusual sound ca.
Lu Qingshan turned his head and noticed that the Western Rat King, now transford into a giant tiger, was actually shaking violently on all fours from the energy oppression.
——Although transford into a giant tiger, its essence was still that of a rat demon.
And it is well known that rats are not very courageous.
“Don’t be afraid,” Lu Qingshan found it sowhat amusing, “We’re far away, it won’t affect us here.”
“The Rat King is not afraid,” the Western Rat King replied, despite its small courage, it cared a lot about its image.
“If you’re not afraid, why are you trembling…” the Youxiong Clan Leader said instinctively.
“I’m not trembling; I am brimming with spirit,” the Western Rat King retorted stubbornly.
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