I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

Shen Can picked a Tier Four Middle Grade long blade from the seven Witch Artifacts and tossed it to Huo Shan.

Among the seven Witch Artifacts, only one was a wind attribute, which was also just a Tier Four Middle Grade Wind Pearl. There were two cauldron artifacts as well.

However, the Holy Envoy Race all possess wind attributes, and they excel in speed, so these Witch Artifacts hardly suit them.

This implies that most of these Witch Artifacts were likely not crafted by the Holy Envoy Race; they might not be skilled in refining and forging, and these were probably "sacrificial offerings" seized from other tribes.

Shen Can also took out the Heaven-Encompassing Tower, a Tier Five Witch Artifact, which similarly lacked an Artifact Spirit.

In his perception, there was a mass of spirituality inside the Witch Artifact, but it hadn’t reached the point of developing into a spirit.

Huo Shan held the Witch Blade with little joy, cursing his low level, as they had twice been attacked and Acan had to shoulder the burden each time.

Shen Can didn’t distribute the remaining Witch Artifacts to the Clan Guardian Beasts but divided the five heaps of bones and blood in front of him.

The first Holy Envoy Martial Artist he had blasted apart turned into a blood mist, but since it happened inside the Grand Array, more than half of the essence was still gathered.

"Old Turtle, could consuming this let you advance to the late-stage Divine Treasure?"

The Old Profound Turtle, having lived for over three thousand years, was still stuck at the mid-stage Divine Treasure, indicating his bloodline power had been exhausted.

Though there was no Treasure Medicine for the bloodline now, there was flesh and blood from a peak Divine Treasure avian Martial Artist.

"I’ll do my best."

Afterward, Shen Can looked at the remaining three Clan Guardian Beasts.

"Do your best, but don’t be greedy."

Unlike the old turtle, who had been stuck at Tier Four Middle Stage for over a thousand years, the three Clan Guardian Beasts had only advanced a few decades ago.

The four Guardian Beasts opened their mouths and shared three masses of peak Divine Treasure flesh and blood.

The Old Profound Turtle swallowed about sixty percent alone, while the remaining three beasts took roughly forty percent.

This left Shen Can with only the corpses of Yu Qio and Xuan Chi in front of him.

"Return to the valley for cultivation."

The four Battle Beasts nodded and headed towards the Giant Mountain Range.

Before long, small flying ships arrived from all directions, each carrying as few as two or three people, and as many as five or six.

Not everyone on the flying ships was a Wizard; some were Martial Artists who, upon approaching the crumbling Ancestral Temple, leaped off quickly, much like dumping dumplings in a pot.

This wasn’t their first time returning to repair the Witch Array. Surpressing their shock, they quickly got busy.

First extinguishing the fires, then beginning to repair the Witch Array, reconnecting and filling in the broken and missing Witch Runes one by one.

Places that were badly shattered still erupted with powerful energy, and Huo Shan called on the Martial Artists to help preempt the scattering energy.

This time, the Holy Envoy Race sent out four Tier Four Peak experts, which was not underestimating Blazing Flame but rather overestimating them.

Damn, even looking across Yongyi, there aren’t many Bo Divisions that could withstand such an assault.

This time it was Tier Four Peak; next time, it’s bound to be Tier Five.

Shen Can didn’t think the Holy Envoy Race would take such a big loss and let it go. The fanatical look of Yu Qio for the Holy Spirit before his death guaranteed that the Holy Envoy Race would come back to capture him as a "sacrificial offering."

Indeed, as the dying words of Yu Qio suggested, escaping to Dai Land or the wilderness wouldn’t solve the problem; they need to provide sacrificial offerings to the Holy Spirit.

Just for the fact that Shen Can dealt with several peak Divine Treasures, their Holy Spirit must consume him.

More importantly, this time they targeted him, but next time, it might be the Blazing Flame Bo Division.

The blood-charged Martial Artists across Yongyi are not many, and since the Blazing Flame Bo Division has been cultivating Desolate Beast Battle Bodies on a large scale, such high-quality ’sacrificial offerings’ will only grow in number.

He had witnessed the circumstances of the Yongyi divisions firsthand during his wanderings, and even the famed Celestial Monster or Ao Mountain were no different from other Bo Divisions.

These Bo Divisions have ancient lineages, with Beastification appearing in their descendants, and their Martial Artists have lost their forceful, vigorous aura.

Under such circumstances, the Blazing Flame Bo Division stands out, with individuals robust as Wild Beasts, filled with vigor and vitality.

Not to mention, when it comes to cooking meat within the tribe, they would catch the plumpest and finest Wild Beast to eat.

Moreover, this is an offering to the Holy Spirit.

Blazing Flame has now already shown signs of ripeness.

If things continue like this, in two hundred years, Blazing Flame would become a dedicated Bo Division for producing excellent sacrificial offerings to the Holy Spirit for the Holy Envoy Race.

By then, damn, they wouldn’t even need inspection, just charge right in and grab them.

Had it not been for his few tricks, they would have been screwed by the Holy Envoy Race this time around.

Even Yann Wanyun might not have imagined that after finally marrying a wife and merging with a declining Bo Division, just as it seemed they were about to develop greatly, his painstaking cultivation and refusal to collude with the forces of Yongyi actually made him a prime sacrificial offering in the eyes of the Holy Envoy Race.

Shen Can felt somewhat speechless.

Old Yan’s luck was really something.

The Holy Envoy Race had concealed their presence so well, leading even the numerous Bo Divisions in Yongyi to remain secretive.

Perhaps the few Bo Divisions with an eight-thousand-year heritage in the heartland of Yongyi knew a bit about the situation, which might explain why these Bo Divisions hid their Martial Artists, hoping to remain hidden and let others be captured instead.

After all, Martial Artists with abundant blood energy are dwindling, and while these characters might not have much blood energy left, they are still Divine Treasures and might just provide an extra dish for the Holy Spirit.

Unexpectedly, while other divisions in Yongyi might not grasp the full situation, they mimicked the practice well, playing a hiding game of their own.