"In the ancient times, the Witch Sect ran amok." This was the description in the books of the later generations. But when Ji Feichen left the primordial forest and came into contact with the outside world, he finally understood the meaning of this sentence.
The primordial forest contained dense Wood Spirit Qi, and there were not many humans in the tribe, so Ji Feichen did not feel too much of an effect from the blood sacrifice. But when he walked out, he was shocked by the overwhelming blood qi.
The entire human world was filled with blood qi, and it was not much cleaner than during the Calamity of Acheron.
"This is the ancient barbaric era?" His expression was not good, and he quickly walked to the nearby human tribe to check.
No matter which human tribe, they were all filled with dense blood qi. And in the sky filled with blood qi, the shadows of gods and demons appeared, constantly devouring blood qi to strengthen themselves.
"The ancient Witch Sect's blood sacrifice, is it that frequent?" In comparison, the Black Sky Sect of the later generations was pure and obedient.
"Such frequent blood sacrifice, such strong blood qi, how can those big shots tolerate it?"
Ji Feichen visited the major tribes, and found that other than the main sacrificial gods and demons, there would be other gods and demons in each tribe. For example, the Heavenly Mother who controlled marriage and birth, or the God of the Sun, Moon, and Stars. Even the Heavenly Mother enjoyed blood sacrifice in this era, just not as frequently as the main sacrificial gods and demons.
In this era, blood sacrifice seemed to be a common thing. Every day, the major human tribes would carry out blood sacrifice. They used enemies or slaves as sacrifices to the gods, seeking the oracle to guide the tribe forward. Even on the first and fifteenth of every month, they would use their own tribe's people as sacrifices. The choice of sacrifice would be divined by the Witch Priest, who invited them into the holy land to burn incense and bathe, dress them up beautifully, and then offer them to the gods. The method of blood sacrifice caused Ji Feichen, who came from the Devil Sect, to reveal a look of shock.
It was too cruel!
Even the evilest punishment of the Demon Sect could not compare to the ancient blood sacrifice.
"No wonder the Demon Sect is said to be born from the Witch Sect, I think this method of cutting the human body, digging out the heart, and skinning the skin is the predecessor of the Primitive Demon Sect!"
Ji Feichen stopped near a tribe, and observed the daily life of this tribe.
There were tens of thousands of people in this tribe, and they worshiped a three-headed, seven-armed demon god. Under the protection of this demon god, they often started wars, and captured people from other tribes as prisoners and slaves. Then they would choose one person to sacrifice to the three-headed demon god every day. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, they would choose one person from the tribe to be sacrificed. The first year was female, and the fifteenth year was male. After the sacrifice, the essence, energy, and spirit would automatically be injected into the Fiendgod phantom in the sky.
Ji Feichen observed the gods and devils in the sky. Above the gloomy blood clouds, he vaguely saw a divine kingdom. The sacrificed mortal would enter the god palace and go to the god to the demon god throne.
In ancient times, there was no such thing as reincarnation.
"Kingdom"? Kingdom? Are these gods and devils choosing their dependents through blood sacrifices? "Ji Feichen was deep in thought as he stared at the god sacrifice that the tribe was preparing.
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No one held back, no one showed any fear. Everyone fought with all their might. In this battle with an extremely high casualty rate, only the last person walked out.
To them, it was an honor to sacrifice themselves for God.
"Abandoning one of the strongest warriors in the tribe just for the annual sacrifice?" Ji Feichen was surprised and stopped to observe.
In the end, he saw that after a warrior overturned the heads of three challengers, no one else stepped forward. In the end, he walked up to the altar, dug his chest open and laid down. Then, the priests nailed his limbs with iron nails and used magic to keep him conscious. Under his watchful eyes, they cut off his flesh bit by bit, cooked it, and offered it to the gods.
During the whole process, the warrior did not shout. Instead, he looked at the sky with a fanatical expression.
That look made Ji Feichen's hair stand on end. Although he already knew about the strangeness of the ancient witchcraft, seeing it with his own eyes still touched his sensitive nerves.
"Voluntary sacrifice to the gods, and the entire tribe is used to it. No one thinks it's wrong? How did the ancient witchcraft brainwash the humans? "
Ji Feichen could not help but admire the Demon Ancestor's methods. He was indeed worthy of being the ancestor of the witchcraft. Before the immortal path, he was a supreme existence that ruled the world. His brainwashing ability was indeed not something ordinary people could compare to.
Thinking of Wei Qingchen in the future, Ji Feichen frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable. At the end of the day, that guy was also a follower of the Demon Ancestor.
The blood sacrifice in the tribe continued. When the warrior died, his soul, wrapped in the purest spiritual energy, was thrown into the Godfiend's shadow in the sky.
Roar!
The Godfiend suddenly roared, his spirit roused, and swallowed the warrior's soul. Following that, his aura increased to a certain degree.
"Did the ancient Godfiends replenish their spiritual energy through blood sacrifice and use their souls to increase their strength?"
In this era, because the Master had yet to establish the immortal path, postnatal cultivation methods were not truly spread. The so-called cultivation of mortals was the ancient witchcraft.
From birth, they received the blessings of the Godfiend and were nurtured in the direction of shamans or warriors according to their physique. Witch priests prayed to the gods every day, using pure faith to support the Godfiend. They could also communicate with the Godfiend and borrow its power. The warriors who relied on martial arts were slightly weaker. They used a wisp of divine power left behind by the gods to fight. Through constant exercise and fighting, the wisp of divine power in their bodies tempered their bodies, making them closer to the "food" that the Godfiend needed. Thus, they became the blood sacrifice that the Godfiend was most satisfied with.
"Do the humans of this era all exist as food for the Godfiend?" Ji Feichen's heart was heavy. In the end, he left the tribe and went to other tribes.
But no matter which tribe he went to, the Godfiend was high and mighty. The mortals were merely sheep raised by the Godfiend. At most, they could choose a few leaders from the flock to manage.
"No wonder the Qi Practitioners rose to power. So this is the root of it?"
Most people did not have any aversion to the fate of sacrificing themselves to the Godfiend. The Godfiend protected them, gave them food and clean water, and ensured that the tribe had a bountiful harvest and would not be affected by natural disasters. And in exchange for protection, they had to sacrifice a portion of their tribe.
Of course, this was to make the mortals willing. The Godfiend painstakingly established their divine kingdoms and summoned their devout believers to protect them. This could also be seen as the prototype of the "Dao Soldiers" of later generations.
After walking for a long time, Ji Feichen arrived at a tribe that worshipped the God of Thunder. This was a large tribe with a hundred thousand people. The God of Thunder they worshipped was a giant god with a human body and a dragon's tail.
"Kizawa Dōjun?" Looking at the Godfiend in the sky, Ji Feichen felt strange. "Yes, many of the ancient Godfiend turned to the Immortal Dao. Kizawa Dōjun became a disciple of the Taixiao Taoist Priests. But if the Godfiend enjoyed blood sacrifices as a celestial in ancient times, it seems reasonable? "
Above the Godfiend was a silver kingdom covered in roiling thunderclouds. There were at least a hundred thousand devout souls there.
"This should be the Divine General Fairy from Daojun's God Realm?"
Ji Feichen could not question Kizawa Dōjun's actions. After all, his actions were completely in line with this era. The entire era treated blood sacrifices as a matter of course. Thus, his opposition was actually an anomaly.
However, he was not the only anomaly. At the very least, the Master did not like to sacrifice himself. Thus, the so-called Qi Practitioners came into being.
Not long after leaving Xi Ze Tribe, Ji Feichen finally saw traces of a Qi Practitioner.
Although the aura in the distance was very faint, and its magic power was only at the level of the Ground Fairies, it was still the first Qi Practitioner he had seen. Ji Feichen decided to go take a look.
Soon, he sensed two blood-colored Celestial Light hot on the Qi Practitioner's heels.
"Is he being pursued by the Godfiends?"
Ji Feichen's heart sank. "It seems that even after the Master has proven his Dao, the situation for Qi Practitioners is not good."
Of course, Qi Practitioners would definitely replace the ancient Godfiends. It would be strange if the Shaman Cult could tolerate these Postnatal mortals!
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