Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 456 - 442 Heart-Blood Coagulation!_1

Chapter 456: Chapter 442 Heart-Blood Coagulation!_1

Six splendid heads soared into the sky. Their essence, the flesh and blood of the demonic generals, was incredibly rich. The demonic race originated from the vicious beast clan of the Desolate Wilds. Inside them still resides the bloodline of some wild beasts from the ancient desolate era.

Although vanishingly thin after countless ages, this essence is still extremely nourishing for the human race.

Above the sacrificial altar, the scene of the ancient ancestors performing the sacrificial ritual emerged. The flames danced ever more fiercely. Inside the flames were orbs enveloped by dazzling light, all kinds of divine rays interweaving.

"Sacrifice!"

The ancient syllables once again traversed the endless time and space of the Desolate Wilds. The glorious human race, bound by blood and fire to the ancient desolate land, had returned once again.

Intangible waves resounded in the void, causing the mist of blood to rise and transform into a rain of blood falling from above, bathing every inch of the mountain city. Drops of rain landed on the tribespeople, yet not one of them felt afraid.

The Qinglin Elephant King, once the terror of a ten thousand-mile radius, causing all human war tribes in the whole Dragon Fall Ridge to hush their voices, was forcefully dragged before the sacrificial altar by Ding Shan and Huang Liang, the two war chiefs. Its once awe-inspiring demeanor lost.

After its demonic core self-destructed, only a single arm hung down from its torso. The Azure Qilin in its forehead symbolizing the pride of the savage elephant bloodline also lost its luster. Upon close inspection, there were even cracks like spiderwebs on it.

"Kneel!"

Without any hesitation, Ding Shan kicked towards the Qinglin Elephant King’s legs. His cultivation was gone, leaving only his physical body. Without the nourishment of demonic qi, his body was far from its former glory.

The Qinglin Elephant King lifted his head, his eyes fixated on the image transformed at the apex of the altar; a green figure, with undisguised resentment deep in his eyes.

It was him! All of this!!!

Humiliation came from the green figure. He had completely lost his chance to resist. Moreover, the reason he hadn’t killed him yet was because he was waiting for today, to use his flesh and blood as a sacrifice.

The supreme overlord of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Ranges, who had survived all these years, was actually going to be a sacrifice.

"Even a lowly demon dares to claim the title Demon King, even if a real Demon King dared to step a foot onto the Human World, they still wouldn’t be able to return!"

"Our Human World is not a place for lowly demons to tread. This is the Desolate Wild that belongs to us humans. No matter if it’s you demons or other remnants of the Hundred Clans, none can escape the purge of the humans!"

In the Great Wasteland, for races to survive and multiply, there’s no room for benevolence, righteousness, or morality. If you want to survive, you must slay all enemies!

"Lowly blood-eaters, do you really think you can turn the tide? Fighting against the attacks of the Hundred Clans with the power of only one? During the desolate era, the human race stole divine artifacts and occupied our land through despicable means. Everything will be taken back someday. At that time, our Hundred Clans war masters will slaughter you lowly blood-eaters to extinction. Any human race group, will be exterminated!"

"Sacrifice!"

Above the sacrificial altar, the ancient syllables sounded once more, surrounded by the roars of countless human spirits. Wave after wave of fluctuations erupted throughout the mountain city. With the sacrifice of two thousand demons and more than ten wild beasts, a rich purple and gold qi endowed the entire clan.

Thump!

The Qinglin Elephant King, filled with endless curses and resentment, plunged into darkness. His enormous head soared into the sky before crashing to the earth, subsumed by the boundless demon blood.

At this moment, the qi column seemed even more imposing, filled with endless purple qi swirled into the sky. Within this enormous qi column, shadows of spirit beasts were faintly noticeable.

From time to time, thunder blasted in the void, vaguely sounding like voices whispering. All the tribe people roared towards the sky, their eyes red with excitement, their blood boiling under this unique qi.

"Chief, the blood sacrifice is complete!"

The grand elder dressed in ceremonial robes stood on the fourth level of the sacrificial altar. His eyes flashed with excitement. He knew the sacrificial ritual was still yet to be completed.

The human war tribe blood sacrifices the clan. The clan manifests and the destiny descends. Next, it depends on the strength of his own tribe. Whether they have the ability to carry the destiny of the human race, otherwise once again, the ethereal purple qi filling the sky would not last long and would disperse into the void, returning to the clan.

Hearing this, Xiao Chen nodded slightly. The most crucial moment for the Gu Yuan tribe was finally here. How much destiny they could carry, earning what sort of clan rank, was decided right here.

The clan rank was not fixed and could be elevated later. However, for a human war tribe, during their first sacrifice, the clan gives their attention and awards the tribe as a form of encouragement. Once the tribe rank is settled, however, it can only be increased step by step, methodically. Hence, the first ritual of appealing the clan destiny was extremely critical for every human war tribe.

The pupils of Xiao Chen shone brightly. He could sense an indescribably mysterious presence, always covering this vast desolate land within thousands of miles, as if the supreme master of the boundless void was listening above.

"Fate is vast, witnessed by the sun and moon, offering a feast of blood, bless our bloodline, today we have the Gu Yuan, established as a clan of destiny, blessed by the clan!"

Within the ethereal purple qi, the image of Xiao Chen seemed somewhat illusory. The words that came from his mouth seemed to be from the ancient primordial era, blessed by endless destiny.

"Coagulate the heart’s blood, mold the fate, carry the qi of destiny, create the clan of destiny!"

Suddenly, Xiao Chen roared again.

"Coagulate the heart’s blood, cast the clan of destiny!"

Immediately, the three elders underneath Xiao Chen also roared without hesitation. Slashing their chests with a palm as sharp as a knife, a cut revealed a drop of bright, crystal clear heart’s blood.

The next moment, this drop of blood split into two. One rushed towards the qi column of several zhang in the void, and the other entered the Sacrificial King Cauldron.

"Coagulate the heart’s blood, cast the clan of destiny!"

Following closely, all the soldiers of the Gu Yuan tribe roared, slicing open their own chests, gushing out their heart’s blood. In the sky above the entire tribe, countless different-sized drops of crystalline blood split in two, rushing towards the qi column and Sacrificial King Cauldron, respectively.

"Coagulate the heart’s blood, cast the clan of destiny!"

At this moment, all the tribespeople roared, and droplets of crystalline blood soared to the sky. This was the unity of the masses; fervorous heart’s blood continuously integrated into the qi column above their heads.

The purple and gold ethereal qi column originally obfuscated with a faint color, after being stained by numerous hot blood droplets, began to exude a vivid red hue, radiating a grand and majestic vibe, overflowing with rich vitality!