These powerful fierce beasts that had once dominated the Desolate Mountain Forest could only whimper at this moment. They did not even have the chance to resist their fate. Their only mission now was to become sacrifices.
Ferocious beasts walked the cultivation path of the Emperor Realm. Their bodies were strong, and their flesh and blood were pure. Therefore, the blood and qi of each ferocious beast surged like the tide. Not to mention, there were nine of them gathered together. Their roars were like the sea, and their blood and qi were like the tide, rolling out.
This was also the reason why the Gu Yuan Tribe had chosen these fierce beasts as sacrifices. Blood sacrifices required the fresh blood of living beings. It was said that in ancient times, the Human Race was also one of the sacrifices. There was once a foreign race that used the blood and flesh of millions of humans as sacrifices. Their corpses piled up into mountains, and blood flowed like rivers.
"Look, there are other Direbeasts behind. What kind of Direbeasts are those white ones? There are actually three of them that look exactly the same. However, the Blood Qi of these Two-Star Direbeasts is too weak. Even if they are sacrificial offerings, there isn't much blood to offer!"
"That should be the fierce beast White Deer. According to legend, it is one of the best sacrifices during blood sacrifices. Not only did the Gu Yuan Tribe offer nine Two-Star Fierce Beasts that are comparable to Blood Refining Realm warriors, but they also captured three White Deer as sacrifices. This is really a big deal. We are ashamed of our inferiority!"
"It really is a White Deer!
White Deer are sacrificed as a blood sacrifice. Not to mention our Fallen Dragon Ridge, it is rare even outside of the Great Wilderness. No wonder the Gu Yuan Tribe has the confidence to create a tribe. Just these sacrifices alone are not something an ordinary tribe can take out! "
"Nine Two-Star Fierce Beasts that are comparable to human Blood Refining Realm warriors and three pure-blooded White Deer were sacrificed. There are a total of 12 fierce beasts as sacrifices. With such sacrifices, it seems that the luck bestowed by the tribe is incomparably abundant. The Gu Yuan Tribe is really lucky and prosperous!"
In the three smaller cages, there were three identical white ferocious beasts. Their bodies were no more than ten feet long, and their entire bodies were snow-white without any other color. Below their necks was a circle of fluffy hair, and on top of their heads, there were two winding roots that looked like tree roots. They were full of forked antlers that glowed with a faint silver metallic luster, and under their feet, there was a faint red mist that constantly flickered.
This was the White Deer that had shocked everyone. Legend had it that the White Deer was the descendant of the auspicious beast, the Nine-Colored Deer. It was born with an innate auspicious aura and a pure bloodline. The sacrificial ceremony required one to have no distracting thoughts and be pure.
Therefore, since a long time ago, the White Deer has become an offering to the ancestors. This was also the reason why the White Deer was so rare in the wilderness. Because once it was discovered, the White Deer would be hunted down by the tribes of the wilderness.
Not long after, a dozen war chariots escorted the ferocious beasts to the open space in front of the altar. They were lined up, with the three White Deer at the front and the remaining nine Two-star ferocious beasts at the back.
These ferocious beasts were bound by thick chains, and the people of the Gu Yuan Tribe had also used some special methods to prevent them from being unruly. The huge cages slowly opened, and the ferocious beasts were revealed to everyone. Next up was the blood sacrifice.
There had never been a lack of killing in the Wasteland. Bloody killing was the mainstream of this continent. Today, the Gu Yuan Tribe had created the Luck Tribe, so one of the offerings they had to offer was the flesh and blood of these ferocious beasts.
Xiao Chen, who was at the top of the altar, took a deep breath, and determination flashed in his eyes. The huge pillar of Luck in the depths of the void above his head spun slowly. It continuously absorbed strands of purple mist, flickering with propitious energy.
"I am Xiao Chen, the 36th Tribe Leader of the Gu Yuan War Tribe. The Gu Yuan Tribe wishes to create the Luck Tribe, and we sincerely declare this to the world, the mountains, the rivers, the gods, and the races."
"Since ancient times, when the Human Tribe was first born and flourished in the Wasteland, the foreign tribes wreaked havoc and ate humans. The ancestors of the Human Tribe shed their blood dry, and the Human World was created and hundreds of races were exiled."
"In the Wasteland, natural and man-made disasters were unending. Floods filled the sky, and blazing flames burned the sky. Every race had to struggle to survive."
Rumble!
As Xiao Chen spoke, the entire Heaven Sacrificial Altar began to shake violently. The huge Luck Essence Pillar in the void shone with a boundless purple light as invisible fluctuations spread out. The dense purple mist uncontrollably converged toward the Heaven Sacrificial Altar and continuously merged around Xiao Chen.
Buzz! Buzz!
Buzz! Invisible willpower swept across the void, and the purple mist that gathered around Xiao Chen formed vivid images.
There were images of the Human Tribe struggling at death's door in order to feed on blood. There were images of the foreign tribes chopping and hacking at the Human Tribe and turning them into food. There were images of torrential floods engulfing the land and turning countless homes of the Human Tribe into a vast body of water. When the flood receded, corpses could be seen for thousands of miles.
There were images of raging flames burning the entire land, and countless humans wailing in the flames as they were mercilessly devoured by the flames. There were images of the foreign tribes killing for fun, and humans being their prey as they were brutally slaughtered.
These images were like a disaster that would topple the heavens. The Human Tribe was like ants, and countless humans were destroyed miserably as blood flowed like rivers.
Each and every one of the scrolls was extremely tragic!
This was the true reproduction scene of the Human Tribe since ancient times. At this moment, it was actually transformed by the dense purple mist. This time, everyone seemed to have returned to the Ancient Wasteland Era.
It was horrifying!
Under the altar, all the Human Tribe members felt like their guts were about to explode, and they were filled with grief and indignation. This was the Human Tribe's history of struggle since ancient times. Was it because the Heaven was tyrannical, or was it because the Human Tribe had to suffer from this endless suffering since the day they were born? Even after millions of years, they still couldn't escape this torment.
There was so much blood in the Ancient Wasteland. Who could stop the Heaven and save the Human Tribe?
They hated, but they were helpless. Because they didn't know who to hate. Hate the Heaven for being merciless, or hate the foreign tribes for wreaking havoc. However, none of these things could make them escape from the mixing of blood and fire.
When all hope was destroyed, the Human Tribe finally understood that they could only believe in the blades in their hands. Since the foreign tribes were so cruel, they would kill them all. They would kill them until they were terrified, until they no longer had the guts to appear in the Human Tribe.
"Time is short, the Human Tribe is suffering. Our bloodline is multiplying, but the foreign tribes are rampant. The earth is dyed with blood. Our ancestors fought in the wild, slaughtered the foreign tribes, and protected our descendants."
"Calamities are endless, and the race is endless. The fire of kindling is passed down from generation to generation. We build strongholds and defend each other. The bloodline is preserved, and the Cast Clan is passed on."
"The brilliant Human Tribe fought in the Great Wasteland. Blood dyed the blue sky. Hundreds of battles were filled with blood. Our lives followed each other, and we were willing to sacrifice our flesh and blood for the Spring and Autumn Festival."
Xiao Chen's voice was like a great bell, constantly resonating with the purple mist in the void. Essence Qi manifested and emitted a buzzing sound. At this moment, not only the members of the Gu Yuan Tribe, but even the warriors of other tribes on the viewing platform were attracted by the scene in front of them.