Chapter 641 - 259: Profound Bird Saint Spirit!
But speaking of it, the Profound Bird’s azure light couldn’t even kill a clone, failing to bring back the Great Witch Priest, which seems reasonable.
The Holy Envoy Race searched for a long time outside but couldn’t find their Great Witch Priest, and so they had to seal off their clan land.
Now, the Holy Envoy Race is being led by Yu Cheng.
If he hadn’t come personally, Shen Can could hardly believe how the Holy Envoy Race had turned into this, left with only one severely injured Tier Five acting as steward.
Using his divine sense to investigate, Shen Can easily avoided the roaming Holy Envoy Race and reached beneath the altar.
The gray-white altar exuded an aura of antiquity, and it was covered with murals.
The murals were numerous, all depicting the scenes of Holy Spirit sacrifices, differing only in the races of the sacrificed creatures.
There were the Human Race, the Huantou Race, the Guanxiong Race with holes in their chests, various Wild Beasts, and even the Kui Ox.
The images on the murals all proclaimed the might of the "Holy Spirit."
The only downside was its ancientness; the stones forming the altar were riddled with cracks, and some parts of the murals were so worn they were unrecognizable.
Shen Can circled beneath the altar twice, his divine sense enveloped the altar’s top, sensing a rejection from the shrine there.
Outside the altar’s entrance stood a Profound Bird Divine Statue with a withdrawn aura, concealing a familiar presence.
That Tier Five of the Holy Envoy Race.
Only after genuinely ascending to Tier Five did Shen Can understand the vast difference between Tier Four and Tier Five; it was a transformation of life’s level.
The Holy Envoy Race mainly relied on external forces, hence their life’s transformation was incomplete, it could even be said that they only achieved quantitative change without qualitative change.
This Tier Five couldn’t even defeat the weakest Tier Five Spirit Monster in the Earth Cave.
While showing some prestige in Yongyi, which lacked Tier Fives.
Due to the presence of a mystical energy within the Bird’s Nest Divine Hall, Shen Can didn’t forcefully use his divine sense to spy.
He had long heard of the so-called Holy Spirit of the Holy Envoy Race and was somewhat reluctant to get too close to the Holy Spirit.
But seeing the Holy Envoy Race in this state, the Holy Spirit likely hadn’t manifested in a long time.
It seemed that Lord Yongshan had acted decisively back then, achieving significant results.
Shen Can’s figure surged up to the altar, instantly standing before the Profound Bird Stone Statue.
His divine sense transformed into a beam and dashed straight into the statue.
"Still sleeping? I’m here to collect your debt!"
Inside the statue, Yu Cheng awoke as if from a nightmare.
In the state of his divine soul, he saw even more clearly than with the naked eye.
The person who had once exploded him, he couldn’t forget even as a remnant soul.
When he sensed Shen Can standing before him, Yu Cheng was somewhat dazed.
He thought he was dreaming, as in his muddled state, the only curse on his mind was Shen Can.
All because of Shen Can, he had ended up like this as a remnant soul.
"You!"
Suddenly, Yu Cheng realized.
He was guarding outside the clan’s altar, how did Shen Can appear on the altar?
Poof!
Yu Cheng’s response and his annihilation froze together, Shen Can’s powerful divine sense surged into the statue like a mighty river.
Now, Yu Cheng was in a remnant soul state, and even at his peak, his divine sense couldn’t match Luwu’s, let alone Shen Can’s.
In an instant, Yu Cheng’s remnant soul within the statue was shredded into countless fragments, his consciousness obliterated into nothingness, leaving behind a mass of unclaimed soul power with memory.
While vanquishing Yu Cheng, Shen Can also directed his gaze into the Divine Hall.
The two Tier Four Witch Priests of the Holy Envoy Race hadn’t even spoken before their divine sense felt as if struck by a massive mountain.
They both groaned, bleeding from their seven orifices, and collapsed.
After circling the Divine Hall once more and finding nothing unusual, Shen Can cautiously entered the hall.
Within the hall, the Bronze Profound Bird Statue spread its wings, reaching nine feet high, its eyes haughtily looking down.
Upon entering the hall, one would be gazed upon by the divine statue.
Though just a bronze statue, at the moment Shen Can glanced upward, his mind seemed captured by the statue’s eyes.
The azure light enveloped his divine sense, as if countless azure runes manifested, spread around him like stars.
Like gazing at a clear starry sky, he stood in the vast wilderness looking up at the dome of the sky, stars were splendid, while he was insignificant, like a grain of sand in the Milky Way.
But this feeling only lasted a moment before Shen Can broke free.
Smallness is not the fault of the Human Race, even ants can shake the sky.
In Blazing Flame, even Tier Two Martial Artists can assist in operating a Tier Five Array, ordinary people without wizard talents can carve basic Witch Patterns and Witch Talismans.
Moreover, these are just beginnings; smallness is not forever immutable.
This sense of revered worship brought by the Bronze Profound Bird Statue was torn apart by Shen Can.
"The Holy Spirit truly isn’t dead yet."
Though breaking free from the imposed reverence, Shen Can was not delighted.
Just moments ago, amidst the myriad of starlike Witch Runes, he detected that the Holy Spirit still existed.
Lord Yongshan had failed.
However, the Holy Spirit’s condition wasn’t likely any better.
Otherwise, a Holy Envoy Race so loyal it’d play dog to the Holy Spirit, wouldn’t still be in such dire straits with just a bone tossed by the Holy Spirit.
Clearly, the Holy Spirit now could barely take care of itself.
Yet after eight thousand years, no one could say for sure what state the Holy Spirit was truly in now.
Based on the memories extracted from those two Divine Treasure Realm Holy Envoy Race members, the Holy Envoy Race had barely received any blessings from the Holy Spirit since the times of Lord Yongshan.
Every two hundred years, during the sacrifice, although the Holy Spirit Statue would emit divine light, it was mere routine blessing, bringing little benefit to the Holy Envoy Race.