As soon as they heard the word "sacrifice", the expressions of several strong men from the Wood Spirit Tribe all changed.
"Sacrifice? But once the sacrifice is made, can we still survive?"
"Perhaps we don't necessarily need to sacrifice the whole thing, we only need to sacrifice part of it."
"Impossible. With our strength, let alone a small step of sacrifice, I am afraid that sacrificing all our lives will only be a tiny bit for the spirit of the ancestral weapon. It is not enough to fill the gap between teeth."
"Since the ancestors of a generation said that the spirit of the ancestral weapon will awaken in our generation, then we can definitely do it. Let's think about it and see if there is any other way."
Several strong men from the Wood Spirit Tribe expressed their opinions and made various conjectures, but in the end, apart from offering sacrifices, no one came up with a better way.
At this time, Lord Dou Tian suddenly looked at Jian Chen, cupped his fists and asked, "Fellow Taoist Jian Chen, do you have any good suggestions?"
Hearing this, Jian Chen suddenly fell into deep thought. He was silent for a moment, and then gently shook his head.
Seeing this, Lord Doutian showed disappointment in his eyes, and immediately looked at Lord Biluo, who was still making a breakthrough, and said to the other people: "Why don't we all wait a moment, and then make a decision after Biluo breaks through?"
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The seven new masters glanced at the Biluo master subconsciously and nodded in agreement.
Next, a few people began to wait patiently here, waiting for the moment when Biluo Master completed the breakthrough and woke up.
Jian Chen kept looking at the world, focusing on the small wooden house on the hillside, and even wanted to get closer to the hillside.
But when he first moved to the position of his ancestor, he was blocked by an invisible force and could no longer move forward.
This power is vast, huge, and irresistible. This is the power that comes from the source of life of the supreme artifact.
The furthest point he could reach was the distance from his ancestors. As for getting close to the cabin, it was simply impossible.
"I'll go take a look nearby." After saying this, Jian Chen's figure suddenly disappeared.
The eight masters of the Wood Spirit Tribe stayed where they were, frowning and thinking hard, studying the teachings of their ancestors, trying to find a way to revive the spirit of the ancestral weapon.
They have no choice, because if the spirit of the ancestral weapon does not awaken, they will not be able to leave here.
In the blink of an eye, a few days passed, and Lord Biluo finally broke through successfully and officially became a third-level powerhouse in the Hunyuan Beginning Realm.
"Where is Jian Chen? Why isn't he here?" As soon as she opened her eyes, she immediately asked about Jian Chen's whereabouts, with a bit of displeasure in her expression.
"Fellow Daoist Jian Chen went elsewhere to investigate, so he should be back soon." Master Dou Tian came to Master Bi Luo, with a kind smile on his face, and congratulated Master Bi Luo for successfully breaking through.
The other seven masters also gathered around and offered their sincere blessings.
However, Lord Biluo's thoughts were not here at all. She had a sullen face and looked very unhappy.
"Lord Biluo, we are all still waiting for you to think of a way to wake up the spirit of the ancestral weapon." The speaker was an old man who used to be the chief manager of Biyang Shrine.
, is also the capable general of the Lord of Biluo, named Shuihen.
Of course, after becoming masters, they have become independent and are no longer bound by their previous identities.
"You asked me, then who should I ask? The information I know about this place is not the same as yours." Lord Biluo said angrily.
"You are the strongest among us." He was shouted at for no reason. Shui Hen felt a little innocent and muttered in a low voice.
Seeing this scene, several other strong men from the Wood Spirit Tribe felt a little embarrassed to speak. They all could see that Lord Biluo seemed a little angry.
At this time, a figure flashed, and Jian Chen's figure appeared here. He looked at Lord Biluo and said with a faint smile: "Congratulations, your strength has reached a higher level."
"Where have you been?" Master Biluo clasped his hands behind his back and looked at Jian Chen with a frown.
“Walking around.”
"Have you found anything?"
Jian Chen shook his head and said: "No, this world is not as big as I imagined. It is very small and ordinary. The only special place is near this hillside."
"Then do you know how we can awaken the spirit of the ancestral weapon?" Lord Biluo stared at Jian Chen closely.
"I don't know, you have to figure this out yourself." Jian Chen said casually.
Next, Lord Biluo and other nine strong men from the Wood Spirit tribe began to discuss together how to awaken the spirit of the ancestral weapon.
But we discussed it for several days and made many attempts, but in the end it didn't work.
Forced into desperation, the nine of them only thought of the last solution, which was to sacrifice.
"Many methods have been tried, but nothing works. Now the only way before us is to sacrifice, just like the predecessors of more than ten generations before, sacrifice their lives," King Wuluan said.
"Yes, we can only sacrifice ourselves, but we don't want to sacrifice everything. We can sacrifice slowly, bit by bit. Maybe when we are halfway through the sacrifice, the spirit of the ancestral weapon will have awakened.
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"After the efforts of generations of ancestors, there is only a slight distance left before the spirit of the ancestral weapon awakens. Let us make up for this short distance."
"We must believe in the ancestors of a generation. Since the ancestors of a generation said that our generation can revive the spirit of the ancestral weapon, then it must be possible."
"Okay, let's start the sacrifice, but you have to do it slowly."
After a heated debate, they finally decided to try the sacrifice.
As soon as they thought of it, these nine strong men of the Wood Spirit Tribe immediately took action. They lined up behind the ancestors of the previous generation, and then they all knelt down facing the small wooden house on the hillside. They looked pious, used secret techniques, and began to offer sacrifices.
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Immediately, their souls, cultivation bases, and essences all flowed away at a speed visible to the naked eye. All energy was integrated into the world and absorbed by it.
Their condition immediately became weaker, and the fire of life gradually dimmed.
None of them were ready to make a complete sacrifice, so the speed of the sacrifice was controlled extremely slowly. There was always a thought in their hearts, hoping that it would only take a little bit for the spirit of the ancestral weapon to awaken.
As time passed by minute by second, the longer it dragged on, the more lives they sacrificed. In just a few hours, the lives of the nine of them sacrificed reached 20%.
After more than ten hours passed, only half of the lives of the nine of them were left. However, let alone the signs of awakening of the ancestral weapon spirits, there was not even the slightest change in this world.
Not even a trace!
But they are getting weaker and weaker.
By this time, the will of the nine people was shaken.
"Spirit of the Ancestral Artifact, please wake up quickly. If you don't wake up, we will be dead." King Kuchiki wailed, hoping that a miracle would happen.
"Everyone keeps persevering, maybe it's just a little bit close, it's just a little bit close, if you persevere you will succeed."
"We must believe in our ancestors. Our ancestors have great supernatural powers. What they say will definitely not be false."
Several strong men from the Wood Spirit Tribe encouraged each other.
Soon after, they had sacrificed 70% of their lives.
To this extent, their roots have been completely damaged, and all of their bodies have become much dryer.
The spirit of the ancestral weapon still shows no sign of waking up.
Seven levels of life were sacrificed, but no splash was made. This made more and more people feel desperate. The ancestors' instructions had not come true, and the spirit of the ancestral weapon was still sleeping.
During this period, Jian Chen was also paying close attention to the changes in this world. Looking at the nine strong men of the Wood Spirit Tribe with dim life breaths, he secretly sighed in his heart: "It seems that these nine people are really incapable."
Awakening the spirit of the ancestral weapon, let alone sacrificing half of their lives, even if they sacrifice everything, it will only be a drop in the bucket for the spirit of the ancestral weapon."