Chapter seven hundred and eighty third worship the ancestors
All spirits roar together and are bathed in holy light.
Chen Ling was bathed in the golden holy light, and her expression gradually became gentle and soothing. She felt as if she was wandering in her mother's arms.
Thousands of tribesmen were shocked again.
Chen Ling didn't know what this meant, but they did.
The shapes of the sky-devouring beasts on the altar are not just the shapes of the time, but the true spirit marks of the unparalleled powerful people in the clan in ancient times.
Even though it has been dead for thousands of years, it already possesses great power.
All the spirits roared together, which meant that the true spirit marks of the ancient strong men in the clan recognized Chen Ling's entry into the clan, which was a supreme honor.
Even the direct bloodline in the clan, most of them cannot get such honor.
Even those who were dissatisfied with this matter were speechless.
An outsider with the bloodline of swallowing the sky not only received the spiritual words of his ancestors, but also received the recognition of the true spirit of the ancient powerful. This is something unprecedented.
On the altar, the kings looked calm, but the waves in their hearts were like a tsunami.
What changes will Chen Ling bring to the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan if he joins the clan?
This is the only thought in the minds of the kings.
After about dozens of breaths, the golden glow slowly faded away.
Chen Ling opened his eyes and looked at the altar, feeling a faint sense of blood connection.
Looking at it this time, the shapes of the sky-swallowing beasts on the altar seemed to come to life, and each one had a unique spiritual meaning.
Looking inside his body, Chen Ling found that his bloodline, will, and ancestral power had become stronger.
After the ceremony was completed, the Heavenly Saint King said: "Take your place."
Chen Ling bowed and immediately returned to his original position.
He could feel all around him, many eyes were on him, scrutinizing, vigilant, and cold...
"After today's ancestor worship ceremony, I have another important announcement to make."
The Heavenly Saint King looked down at everyone, and his words immediately aroused the curious eyes of thousands of tribesmen.
Anything else important?
"There are many ancient clans in Wuzhou, and there are also many martial arts forces that are comparable to the ancient clans. However, the saint son of a clan is the most important, and it is related to the destiny of the clan."
"It has been six hundred years since I succeeded to the throne. I have been thinking about this for a long time, and it is time to establish a new holy son of our clan."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
The Holy Son is the pinnacle of fresh blood in a clan. It is related to luck, status and supreme glory.
The position of the Holy Son is almost higher than that of the kings.
Many people's eyes suddenly showed deep excitement.
Holy Son?
Chen Ling was also surprised.
"There will be three saint sons of our clan. The next clan leader and the three kings of heaven, earth and people will all be born from these three saint sons. If they fall midway, another one will be appointed to replace them."
"Today, I will take advantage of the ceremony of ancestor worship to start the first step of the selection of the Holy Son and pay homage to the hundred ancestors."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Heavenly Saint King took a step forward, left the altar area, and jumped into the air.
Under the gaze of everyone, the Heavenly Saint King walked to the vast plain and into the void in the distance.
He suddenly pointed towards the void.
"Welcome to the Hundred Ancestors."
The sound of shouting was like thunder, resounding throughout the sky.
boom!
The sky and the earth were shaken, and waves suddenly appeared in nothingness. A layer of violent ripples expanded crazily like a tsunami whirlpool, filling the distant sky in the blink of an eye.
Boom!
That kind of power all comes from ancient times, the sky is immortal, and the eternal momentum rolls across the sky.
"What a terrifying momentum."
Chen Ling looked at the void, his scalp numb.
At a certain moment, the majestic power suddenly stopped, and a spiritual statue appeared out of thin air, arranged in an orderly manner in the shape of a pyramid, standing in the void.
There are a hundred spiritual seats in total.
There is deathly silence between heaven and earth, but the eternal and eternal aura is even stronger, lingering deeply in everyone's heart.
"The Hundred Ancestors are the strongest hundred among the strong men of our clan. The first step in the selection of the Holy Son is to pay homage to the Hundred Ancestors and gain the approval of the Hundred Ancestors."
"Anyone who is recognized by more than thirty ancestors can become one of the candidates for the Holy Son."
The Heavenly Saint King slowly turned around, put his hands behind his back, and looked down at the crowd.
Chen Ling swallowed hard and spit.
Holy Son.
If you can get the position of the Holy Son...
At this thought, he couldn't help but clenched his fists.
Since the Heavenly Holy King did not mention him, he obviously has the qualifications to compete for the candidate of the Holy Son, or even the Holy Son.
Chen Ling's eyes were vaguely excited.
He swept towards the densely packed sky-swallowing beast tribe's geniuses.
Among them, they are all the most powerful saints. At first glance, those at the level of the Great Saint appear to be particularly young.
Competing for the Holy Son is obviously a young genius at the most holy level.
"Now, those who want to fight for it should come forward and pay homage to the Hundred Ancestors."
The Heavenly Saint King narrowed his eyes and shouted loudly.
The crowd fell silent for a moment.
The kings stared.
Everyone wants to compete for the position of the Son of God and the supreme glory.
However, if you want to participate in the competition, you need extremely strong combat power and talent, otherwise it will only increase your embarrassment.
"I'll do it."
After a few breaths, a low shout rang out, and Chen Ling saw an extremely burly young man with bulging muscles rushing out.
"It's a barbarian."
"This guy's strength is terrifying, but it wouldn't look good if he became the Holy Son."
"I wonder how many ancestors he can recognize?"
The crowd suddenly began to murmur in low voices.
Among the thousands of tribesmen present, only a small number of people are qualified to compete. Although others are jealous, they are self-aware.
Some people who are too old have no such idea at all.
The burly man rushed to the throne of the Hundred Ancestors with a solemn expression, full of awe and respect.
"Huangman, pay homage to the Hundred Ancestors."
Huangman shouted loudly, knelt down on his knees, bowed once, twice...
Whoosh!
A spiritual statue shines with golden light.
Two statues, three statues, four statues... As Huangman paid his respects, a bright and ancient light shone on the spiritual throne, enveloping the spiritual throne.
"Twenty of you, there are still three more prayers."
Seven prayers, twenty-four people.
Eight prayers, twenty-nine people.
"Hiss, twenty-nine ancestors, there is still one last bow."
"The Wild Man can definitely be a candidate."
"In the last salutation, I will definitely surpass thirty places."
The crowd exclaimed, their eyes were fiery, and they couldn't help clenching their fists.
Even Chen Ling became nervous at this moment.
Nine prayers, the last prayer.
Whoosh!
Eight spiritual positions lit up instantly.
Approved by thirty-seven ancestors.
"Successful."
"Thirty-seven ancestors, this guy Huangmanzi succeeded."
Envy appeared on every face, and even more so when they saw this scene, they were ready to make a move and couldn't hold it back.
Huang Man stood up and saw the thirty-seven lit up spiritual tablets. He licked his lips and his face was filled with excitement.
"Huangman, one of the candidates for the Holy Son."
The Heavenly Saint King smiled and shouted solemnly.
Huangman bowed and retreated.
Chen Ling watched Huangman return to the crowd. The latter was a high-level saint.
The moment the wilderness retreated, a figure rushed out.
"Huang Gan, he is only at the middle level of the Saint, so he is a little overconfident."
The visitor stopped under the spiritual throne.
"Huang Gan, pay homage to our ancestors."
Huang Gan took a deep breath and knelt down to pay homage. (To be continued)