King of Creation Chapter 1746 - 1731: Strong Wind Ancestor Feather

Within the Barbarian Spirit Hall, situated in Luoyi of the Great Zhou dynasty, Princess Changle was diligently prodding her Moon Priests into action.

The priests serving the Ancestor God Temple generally fell under the purview of the main and vice hall masters, along with the Left and Right Chief Priests, with the rest organized according to their cultivation ranks.

A Moon Priest held authority over as many as ten thousand other priests, comparable in standing to a Myriarch or Great Commander in a military structure.

However, the Barbarian Spirit Hall itself contained just over one hundred thousand priests, yet boasted dozens of Moon Priests. Consequently, each Moon Priest was responsible for overseeing roughly five thousand priests, managing them based on cultivation rank, much like in an army.

It was understood that not every Moon Priest wielded the power to command priests; only a select portion held such authority.

At this specific moment, Princess Changle was directing four Moon Priests, orchestrating their movements in a focused manner.

"Hurry, to the Yutu Barbaric Stone Statue Altar!"

"Seventy percent of the Essence Blood, offer it all to the Yutu Barbaric Stone Statue Altar!"

"The War Spirit Sacrificial Battle Formation, concentrate its power on Holy Spirit Peak!"

"Utilize the Essence Blood from Demon Beasts of the Divine Communication Realm and Dark Palace Realm exclusively!"

Under the Princess's command, the priests of the Barbarian Spirit Hall, working diligently and without full awareness, swiftly engaged in the slaughter of numerous demon beasts. Their Essence Blood was then offered to the Yutu Barbaric Stone Statue.

More than a hundred thousand priests from the Barbarian Spirit Hall converged around Holy Spirit Peak, re-establishing the War Spirit Sacrificial Formation, thereby intensifying the blessings upon the War Spirits of Holy Spirit Peak.

Princess Changle suspected that when Ye Zhen abruptly took away three War Spirits, a significant event must have transpired on his end.

At this juncture, her sole recourse to support Ye Zhen was to employ the Essence Blood Sacrifice and the War Spirit Sacrificial Battle Formation. This would bolster the combat capabilities of the War Spirits and replenish their expended energy through the sacrifice, enabling them to endure combat for a prolonged period.

This necessity led to the extraordinary occurrence of Princess Changle striking the Barbarian Spirit Star-Gathering Bell.

Yet, she had not foreseen that this action would precipitate widespread disarray within the Ancestor God Temple, ultimately compelling the higher echelons to mandate emergency drills across all halls of the temple.

At that time, Princess Changle's primary intention was simply to evade scrutiny from the Great Chief Priest and his associates, not anticipating the cascade of events that would follow.

Suddenly, a subtle fluctuation in the aura emanating from Holy Spirit Peak and the Yutu Barbaric Stone Statue caught Princess Changle's attention. She subtly lifted her brows and extended her Divine Sense towards both locations.

"Returned...."

"All three Great Battle Spirits have returned, and they do not seem to have sustained significant damage...."

This realization brought considerable relief to Princess Changle.

The unharmed return of the three Great Battle Spirits post-conflict was a clear indication that Ye Zhen had successfully navigated his perilous situation. Had the opposite been true, even their return would likely have been marked by severe damage.

No War Spirit would stand idly by while its Inherited Divine Messenger met their demise.

Presently, Princess Changle’s sole preoccupation was discerning the nature of the challenge Ye Zhen had confronted and whether he himself had sustained any injuries.

Given her status as the Deputy Envoy, she possessed the authority to summon one of the three Great Battle Spirits for questioning.

However, after a period of contemplation, Princess Changle refrained from doing so. A faint blush colored her otherwise beautiful face.

Upon Ye Zhen's return, Princess Changle envisioned engaging him in extended conversation and cherishing more time spent in his company.

"Cease the War Spirit Sacrificial Battle Formation. Continue offering the Essence Blood of ten thousand Divine Communication Realm demon beasts to both Holy Spirit Peak and the Yutu Barbaric Stone Statue, and then conclude!" Princess Changle commanded.

"Yes, milady!" Yuc Lang, the newly appointed Right Chief Priest by Princess Changle, complied with the order, though a hint of concern flickered across his features. "Hall Master, the demon beasts utilized today for the Essence Blood Sacrifice were those designated for the Moon Priests' use next month from the Beast Cage. With these now nearly depleted, may I inquire how the Hall Master wishes to proceed?"

After a moment's consideration, Princess Changle replied, "First, procure the required number of demon beasts for the Moon Priests from the Beast Cage. Subsequently, report the count back to me, and I shall personally cover the expenses."

"Understood!"

Although Princess Changle could have effortlessly allocated funds from the Barbarian Spirit Hall's treasury to cover this expense with a mere word, she deliberately chose to avoid granting anyone grounds for criticism or leverage against her.

Meanwhile, as the Barbarian Spirit Hall found its calm once more, a palace situated atop the highest peak of the Nine Heavens Mountain within the well-known Strong Wind Marsh, located in the easternmost reaches of the Four Profound Demon World and a part of the Circulation Ten Thousand Realms, was filled with jubilant shouts.

"Quick, investigate immediately!"

"Investigate all third-generation descendants, no, even the fourth and fifth-generation descendants of my clan! Ascertain the condition of everyone within five generations of the Strong Wind Bloodline.

Discover who, by sheer chance, has awakened the Strong Wind Bloodline!"

"The Ancestor God has shown favor; after a million years, our fortune finally turns, and it is our time to proudly dominate the world!"

The current clan leader of the Clan of Strong Wind, Feng Yiqian, whose hair, eyebrows, and beard were all snowy white, quivered with overwhelming joy.

His gaze was intensely fixed upon the colossal feather, a hundred meters in length, with a golden bone and blue plumage, enshrined majestically above the Hall of Strong Wind!

This sacred artifact is an Ancestor Feather, left behind by their revered Ancestor of Strong Wind.

The Ancestor Feather is comprised of three thousand clusters of feathers, each about the size of a palm.

Each cluster represents one of the currently surviving bloodlines among their Descendants of Strong Wind, numbering over three thousand.

Simply put, every feather cluster signifies a descendant of the Strong Wind lineage.

These clusters, indicative of the Descendants of Strong Wind, varied in hue and dimension, reflecting their diverse cultivation levels.

Upon closer scrutiny, within these feather clusters, one could discern thread-like patterns resembling blood vessels; however, none of these threads extended to encompass the entirety of a cluster.

Most were confined to a mere tenth, a fifth, or at most a third of the cluster's area, with even a third being exceptionally uncommon.

At this precise moment, however, Clan Leader Feng Yiqian’s attention was riveted on a single, slightly larger feather cluster, its bloodline threads spanning more than fifty percent of the cluster's surface.

Furthermore, the bloodline threads within this particular cluster were actively, continuously expanding.

Feng Yiqian’s hands began to tremble; the moment the bloodline threads occupied more than half the area of the feather cluster, or precisely fifty percent, it signaled that the descendant it represented had awakened the Strong Wind Bloodline and, with sufficient time, would mature into a genuine Ancient Fierce Beast, the Strong Wind!

The lineage of the Ancient Fierce Beast, the Strong Wind.

In bygone eras, their Clan of Strong Wind faced no equal throughout the Circulation Ten Thousand Realms; at their zenith, they even commanded a fifth of the Primordial Continent. Yet, presently, the Clan of Strong Wind found itself confined to a desolate corner of the Sanxuan Demon Realm.

Compelled to retreat into the harsh, barren expanse of the Strong Wind Marsh!

The reason for this decline was starkly simple: their Clan of Strong Wind no longer possessed a true Strong Wind; even their clan leader was merely a descendant many generations removed.

In truth, the outside world no longer referred to them by their ancestral name but rather addressed him as the Clan Leader of the Green Winged Wind Kite.

But now, a true Strong Wind was stirring; the awakening of just one such individual was sufficient. With time, they could expand in all directions, reclaiming and enlarging their territory.

This would secure more favorable living and cultivation environments, along with essential cultivation resources for their clan members.

Such conditions would permit the bloodline of the Clan of Strong Wind to flourish at an accelerated and more potent rate.

His eyes intensely focused on the bloodline threads within that specific feather cluster, Feng Yiqian began to visualize the possibilities of a glorious future.

Abruptly, Feng Yiqian shook his head and rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was witnessing.

It seemed preposterous; the keen, emerald eyes of the Clan of Strong Wind were unparalleled; how could they possibly perceive incorrectly?

In the subsequent instant, Feng Yiqian clearly observed the bloodline threads on the feather cluster, which signified the emergence of a new Strong Wind, rapidly receding.

The speed of this regression was astonishingly swift.

The color drained entirely from Feng Yiqian’s face in that moment, his entire body swayed precariously, as if unable to remain upright, nearly succumbing to the ground.

To make matters worse, the bloodline threads on the feather cluster, which represented the birth of a new Strong Wind, retreated to their original state before the entire blood-red cluster turned a somber gray and slowly detached, falling from the Ancestor Feather of the Strong Wind!

Blargh!

A torrent of fresh blood erupted violently from Feng Yiqian, the Clan Leader of the Clan of Strong Wind, as he collapsed backward onto the ground!

"Who is it....!?" A mournful cry, akin to the desolate wail of a night eagle, reverberated ferociously throughout the Strong Wind Marsh!