Chapter 1746 - 1731: Strong Wind Ancestor Feather

Inside the Barbarian Spirit Hall of Luoyi, Great Zhou, Princess Changle was continuously urging her Moon Priests.

The priests of the Ancestor God Temple are mainly managed by the main and vice hall masters, as well as the Left and Right Chief Priests, while the majority are managed according to rank.

A Moon Priest can oversee up to ten thousand priests, somewhat akin to a Myriarch or Great Commander in the army.

However, within the Barbarian Spirit Hall, there are only over a hundred thousand priests, yet there are dozens of Moon Priests, so each Moon Priest only oversees up to five thousand priests, managing them according to cultivation rank like in an army.

Naturally, not all Moon Priests have the authority to command priests, only a portion of them.

At this moment, Princess Changle was directing four Moon Priests in circles.

"Quick, to the Yutu Barbaric Stone Statue Altar!"

"Seventy percent of the Essence Blood, offer it all to the Yutu Barbaric Stone Statue Altar!"

"The War Spirit Sacrificial Battle Formation, focus it on the Holy Spirit Peak!"

"Use the Demon Beast Essence Blood of the Divine Communication Realm and Dark Palace Realm, nothing else!"

Under the command of Princess Changle, the priests of the Barbarian Spirit Hall were busy and unaware, rapidly slaughtering numerous demon beasts to offer their Essence Blood to the Yutu Barbaric Stone Statue.

Over a hundred thousand priests of the Barbarian Spirit Hall gathered around the Holy Spirit Peak as before, setting up the War Spirit Sacrificial Formation, fully blessing the War Spirits of Holy Spirit Peak.

Princess Changle realized that when Ye Zhen suddenly took away three War Spirits, something significant must have happened on Ye Zhen’s side.

At this moment, the only thing she could do to help Ye Zhen was to use Essence Blood Sacrifice and the War Spirit Sacrificial Battle Formation to enhance the combat power of the War Spirits and replenish their consumption through Essence Blood Sacrifice, enabling them to fight for a longer duration.

This led to the unprecedented moment when Princess Changle struck the Barbarian Spirit Star-Gathering Bell.

Nonetheless, she didn’t anticipate that this would cause chaos within the Ancestor God Temple, eventually compelling the higher-ups to arrange drills in every hall within the temple.

At that time, Princess Changle was merely trying to avoid questioning from the Great Chief Priest and others, not foreseeing a series of subsequent events.

Suddenly, the aura of the Holy Spirit Peak and the Yutu Barbaric Stone Statue fluctuated slightly, causing Princess Changle to lift her brows slightly and send her Divine Sense towards the Holy Spirit Peak and Yutu Barbaric Stone Statue.

"Returned...."

"All three Great Battle Spirits have returned, and they do not appear significantly harmed...."

This discovery reassured Princess Changle considerably.

The safe return of the three Great Battle Spirits after battle indicated that Ye Zhen had overcome his crisis, otherwise, even if the three Great Battle Spirits returned, they would likely have been heavily damaged.

No War Spirit would idly watch its Inherited Divine Messenger be killed.

At this moment, Princess Changle’s only concern was what kind of challenge Ye Zhen had faced and whether he was injured.

With her identity as the Deputy Envoy, she could call upon one of the three Great Battle Spirits to inquire.

However, after some thought, Princess Changle did not do this, and a hint of blush graced her pretty face instead.

When Ye Zhen returns, Princess Changle can discuss this matter with him for a long time and spend more time with him.

"Disband the War Spirit Sacrificial Battle Formation, continue to offer Essence Blood of ten thousand Divine Communication Realm demon beasts to both the Holy Spirit Peak and the Yutu Barbaric Stone Statue, then conclude!" Princess Changle instructed.

"Yes, milady!" Yuc Lang, the newly appointed Right Chief Priest by Princess Changle, followed orders but felt slightly troubled, "Hall Master, the demon beasts consumed today for the Essence Blood Sacrifice were all the ones allocated for next month’s Moon Priests from the Beast Cage.

Now nearly depleted, may I ask how the Hall Master wishes to handle this?"

After some thought, Princess Changle responded, "First purchase the number of demon beasts needed for the Moon Priests from the Beast Cage, then report the number back, and I will cover the cost."

"Understood!"

Although Princess Changle could have easily replenished this expenditure from the hall treasury of the Barbarian Spirit Hall with a single word, she refused to give anyone leverage against her.

...

Meanwhile, just as the Barbarian Spirit Hall was calming down, a palace atop the peak of the Nine Heavens Mountain within the renowned Strong Wind Marsh in the easternmost part of the Four Profound Demon World, part of the Circulation Ten Thousand Realms, echoed with cries of joy.

"Quick, quickly investigate!"

"Investigate all third-generation and no, even fourth and fifth-generation descendants of my clan! Investigate the condition of everyone within the five generations of the Bloodline of Strong Wind.

See who, by chance, awakened the Strong Wind Bloodline!"

"The Ancestor God has spirit; after a million years, fortune is finally turning, and it is our turn to proudly dominate the world!"

The current clan leader of the Clan of Strong Wind, Feng Yiqian, whose hair, brows, and beard were all white, trembled with joy throughout his entire body.

His eyes were fixed intently on the long feather as long as a hundred meters, golden in bone and blue in feather, enshrined above the Hall of Strong Wind!

This is an Ancestor Feather left by their Ancestor of Strong Wind.

The Ancestor Feather is full of three thousand group of feathers, each palm-sized.

This represents the presently surviving over three thousand bloodlines of their Descendants of Strong Wind.

In other words, each group of feathers behind represents a descendant of Strong Wind.

These groups of feathers that represent the Descendants of Strong Wind vary in color and size, representing their varying cultivation levels.

Upon closer inspection, within those group of feathers, there are blood vessel-like bloodline threads, yet none of these threads stretch across the entire group of feathers.

Most occupy only a tenth, a fifth, or at most a third of the group of feathers, with even a third being exceedingly rare.

At this moment, however, Clan Leader Feng Yiqian’s gaze was locked onto one slightly larger group of feathers, its bloodline threads covering more than fifty percent of the group of feathers.

Moreover, the bloodline threads within the group of feathers were continuously extending.

Feng Yiqian’s hands began to tremble; as long as the bloodline threads overtook half the area of the group of feathers, or fifty percent, it indicated that that descendant had awakened the Strong Wind Bloodline and, given time, would become a genuine Ancient Fierce Beast, Strong Wind!

The Ancient Fierce Beast, Strong Wind.

In the past, their Clan of Strong Wind had no one to challenge them across the Circulation Ten Thousand Realms, at their peak even controlling a fifth of the Primordial Continent, yet now, the Clan of Strong Wind was confined to a corner of the Sanxuan Demon Realm.

Forced to retreat into the inhospitably barren land of the Strong Wind Marsh!

The reason was simple; their Clan of Strong Wind no longer had a true Strong Wind; even their clan leader was merely a descendant after several generations.

In reality, the outside world no longer referred to them as the Clan of Strong Wind but called him the Clan Leader of the Green Winged Wind Kite.

But now, a true Strong Wind was awakening; they only needed one true Strong Wind, and given time, they could expand in all directions, enlarging their territory.

Winning better living and cultivating environments, cultivation resources for their clansmen.

This would enable the bloodline of the Clan of Strong Wind to thrive more quickly and effectively.

His eyes fixed intently on the bloodline threads within that group of feathers, Feng Yiqian began envisioning future possibilities.

Suddenly, Feng Yiqian shook his head and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

It was laughable; the Clan of Strong Wind’s green eyes were unparalleled; how could they see wrong?

The next instant, Feng Yiqian clearly saw the bloodline threads on the group of feathers representing the emergence of a new Strong Wind rapidly receding.

The speed of retreat was exceptionally fast.

The color on Feng Yiqian’s face faded entirely in that instant, his whole body swaying as if unable to stand, nearly collapsing.

Worse still, the bloodline threads on the group of feathers that represented the birth of a new Strong Wind receded to their original state before the entire blood-red group of feathers turned gray and slowly fell from that Ancestor Feather of the Strong Wind!

Blargh!

A mouthful of fresh blood spewed wildly from Feng Yiqian, the Clan Leader of the Clan of Strong Wind, as he fell backwards to the ground!

"Who is it....!?" A mournful cry, like the wailing of a night eagle, echoed fiercely throughout the Strong Wind Marsh!