“Why is the aura on your body so chaotic, carrying the scent of a high-tier Wild Beast?”

An Auspicious Beast is also a type of Wild Beast; it sensed a chaotic oppressive aura from Shen Can.

After a long moment, the Little Dragon Fish finally came to its senses, approached to sniff again, confirming there was still a human scent on Shen Can.

“Do I still resemble a Kui Ox?”

The Little Dragon Fish shook its head, “You feel very dangerous now. From my inherited memories, the Human Race observed Wild Beasts for cultivation and would acquire the traits of Wild Beasts. Aren’t you afraid of being eroded by them?”

“Go observe the Martial Arts Stele Map, then.”

Just as Shen Can was about to let the two little ones leave, he suddenly recalled the conversations with the middle-aged elder.

After Martial Artists open their Divine Treasures, they gradually start to undergo Beastification, eventually evolving into Beast Forms.

He transformed into a Kui Ox even before evolving to a Celestial Vein.

Although a far cry from the Beast Form Realm, he at least had the Kui Ox Divine Form, which counts as a minor Beast Form.

Building upon the Kui Ox foundation, he introduced four other Divine Shapes; the Little Dragon Fish already mentioned his aura now is very chaotic, still carrying the energy of a high-tier Wild Beast.

All these aspects indicate he’s prematurely touched upon the ‘Beastification’ stage.

As he raised his hand, Shen Can’s fingertip broke, a drop of blood falling out.

The perfectly round Blood Pearl was glistening, carrying not only a hint of evil qi but also a special divine aura.

The Little Dragon Fish’s eyes brightened.

“Can I eat it?”

It looked up at Shen Can. Being a Dragon Species, anything it consumed could be refined within its body as nourishment for its Primordial Dragon Power.

Shen Can’s blood emitted a divine aura, making the Little Dragon Fish feel that consuming it would aid its transformation.

The Little Simurgh felt the same, its blue eyes fixated on the blood, showing eagerness.

Shen Can did not play favorites, producing another drop of blood.

Once consumed, the Little Dragon Fish was enveloped in a golden light, its entire aura shaking.

The Little Simurgh reacted very differently. Its wings spread open, neck raised high, calling out with excitement, enveloped in waves of blue light.

It appeared as if intoxicated, staggering in circles inside the Ancestral Temple.

As Shen Can observed the Little Simurgh’s changes, the Little Dragon Fish approached, licking Shen Can’s face cheekily, “Swallowed too quickly to taste. Can I have a pot?”

Pushing the Little Dragon Fish’s large snout aside, Shen Can continued observing the changes in the Little Simurgh.

About half a quarter of an hour later, the Little Simurgh’s blue feathers emitted a faint layer of golden light, adding a touch of divinity.

“Are you a Wild Beast transformed into human form?” The Little Dragon Fish approached again.

Shen Can’s blood was too mystical; although ostensibly human, his aura was akin to a dormant high-tier Wild Beast.

But actually, Shen Can underwent cultivation beside it, transitioning into a Kui Ox back then, without the current aura.

“I feel that if you give us a drop of blood every day, it will greatly shorten our juvenile phase and continuously facilitate ancestral transformation.”

Failing to obtain a pot of blood, the Little Dragon Fish settled for its request.

Resulting in another flick to its forehead.

Inspecting the Little Simurgh thoroughly inside and out, Shen Can discovered indeed a sign of lineage transformation within the Little Simurgh.

The Cyan Simurgh tribe possesses some bloodline of the Simurgh, yet too dilute for ancestral transformation.

Now things changed, Shen Can’s blood could promote ancestral transformation.

Shen Can had begun to question whether he was human, beast, or a hybrid of both.

The Little Dragon Fish’s request for daily blood was implausible, but providing two drops every few days was feasible.

This was a prolonged transformative process, possibly allowing the Little Dragon Fish and the Little Simurgh to advance further along the ancestral path.

A half-hour later.

Throwing the persistently clinging Little Dragon Fish out of the Ancestral Temple by its tail, Shen Can could finally embrace calmness.

“Little Sparrow, let’s go, see if it’s about to rain somewhere.”

With nothing left to gain today, the Little Dragon Fish bore the Little Simurgh out of the tribe swiftly.

“Work more, and you’ll have your indulgence justified.”

“Cheep-cheep-cheep!”

Upon flying out of the Clan City, a squad of Cyan Simurgh Bird Soldiers also took to the skies.

“Cheep!”

Raising its neck high, the Little Simurgh screeched resonantly towards the flock.

Immediately, this squad of Simurgh Soldiers exits the city, their wings abruptly halting, nearly sending the clan soldiers on their backs tumbling to the ground.

…

Inside the Ancestral Temple.

Shen Can sensed some understanding, yet lacked relevant secret knowledge to support his thoughts.

Consulting the middle-aged elder was futile; he had already fallen into slumber.

He searched through the tribe’s acquisition from Ji Land without finding any insights of enlightenment.

He hoped Huo Chang’s expedition would return successfully with a batch of knowledge.

The middle-aged elder had mentioned that the Human Race was still developing, only repeatedly hindered by natural disasters, resulting in a break in inheritance.

Repairing wasn’t as swift as they broke; even the Ancestral Temple Keeper found it tough.

…

Half a month later.

Shen Can discreetly exited the valley, heading towards a supposed clan land known as Cang Mountain.

This faux clan land, chosen during migration, is picturesque with mountains, clear waters, as well as riverside plains.

Presently, nearly four thousand people live inside the valley, restoring its normal tribal reproductive state.

…

Ji Land.

From south to north, Guimu River cuts straight through Ji Land, with over a hundred east-west tributaries, brimming with water, abundant in resources, flowing through extensive forests.

Thus, it remained unaffected by the Golden Crow Kuafu’s passing.

Under the night sky.

On the upper stream of a Black Water River branch of Guimu River, dense jungle harbors countless insects and man-headed spiders crawling everywhere.

The conditions are incredibly poor here, with abundant insects and occasional poisonous creatures emerging; nearby tribes went hunting here reluctantly.

In the dim light, over a dozen silhouettes appeared.

“Clan Leader.”

“Clan Leader!”

Huo Tu felt a surge of excitement upon seeing Huo Chang.

Not having returned to the tribe in over two years, homesickness was genuinely undeniable.

The Martial Artists accompanying Huo Tu were either Blazing Flame Clan People or affiliated tribal members.

Huo Chang didn’t let the Cyan Simurgh Soldiers appear in front of Huo Tu; he appeared alone in the forest.

Realizing Huo Tu’s longing for home, Huo Chang gently patted her shoulder.

“This time, follow me back to the tribe.”

So saying, he turned to the others, “Anyone who wishes to return home, come with me.”

Huo Tu gently shook her head, “Let’s hold off a bit longer; I am now a Thousand Captain of Jishan Bo Division, with over a thousand under my command.”

“Indeed, Clan Leader; you wouldn’t believe how thrilling Ji Land is, surrounded by Xiaoyang, using the Ancestral Temple Keeper’s taught techniques, we are unstoppable.”

“I’m not going back; let me find a wife and bring her back.”

…

Giving a sideways glance to her compatriots, Huo Tu finally spoke, “Clan Leader, your timing is perfect; Brother Huo Ning seized a batch of resources and is figuring out how to bring it back.”

With that, Huo Tu led Huo Chang deeper into the forest.

A few steps in, and the group found themselves covered in insects, needing to pause for some cleaning.

“Found a good hiding spot.”

The biting and stinging of the insects on their skin made Huo Chang nod; the harshness of the environment was irrelevant; safety was crucial.

After entering deeper into the forest, they arrived at a place of rotten muddy waters.

The group began digging, revealing a layer of stone beneath the mud.

“Clan Leader, this mud has a solid Black Elemental Stone beneath it, perfect for a cave refuge to hide treasures.”

With the group’s assistance, an entrance was exposed; Huo Tu led Huo Chang inside.

The underground stone cave was spacious, piled high with items, emitting a strong bloody scent.

Ore, armor, gemstones, copperware, Spirit Rice, witchcraft herbs, hemp cloth, brocade, and others filled this cavern ten yards deep, about five or six yards wide and tall.

“This is just one cave; three such caves exist.”

Huo Tu disregarded the other resources, heading to the innermost part of the cave, pushing aside the huge stone covering another smaller cave.

Inside, mountains of literature lay amassed.

“Clan Leader, wasn’t the Ancestral Temple Keeper collecting literature and witchcraft manuals? Are these sufficient?”

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