Chapter 576: Chapter 54 Ancestor Worship_3
This was exactly what Lu Qingshan had been hoping for—observing the Sacrificial Spirits also required time.
Amidst the hopeful gazes of many, groups of young Cultivators climbed onto the arena one after another. This scene was comparable to the debate of the Seven Domains that Lu Qingshan had participated in a year ago.
However, because the Barbarian Tribe consisted solely of Body Cultivators, the duels were monotonously the same, with very little entertainment value—it was just two barbarians crazily pummeling each other on the arena, fist to flesh, until one side could no longer hold up, only then was the winner decided.
It was monotonous and time-consuming; in his previous life, this was what was called a “bladder match.”
And in the grand ancestral ceremony, there would be over a thousand of these bladder matches.
“These barbarians…” Even though Lu Qingshan held no prejudice against Body Cultivation, after watching the pummeling on the arena for a while longer, he couldn’t help but inwardly complain.
The King of Western Rats even yawned several times, finding it extremely boring. Unfortunately, with so many formidable figures around, it dared not make a scene and could only watch the spectacle obediently.
As for the Sacrificial Spirits of the various clans of the Barbarian Tribe, they were rarely quiet, focusing intently on the young Cultivators’ duels.
After all, this concerned whether they could enter the Dragon Gate for further cultivation.
Lu Qingshan then began to seriously observe these observing Sacrificial Spirits.
“You stand on the bridge admiring the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are on the building admiring you.”
This phrase suddenly popped into Lu Qingshan’s mind.
The first day passed quickly, the duels on the arena continued, with the sounds of punch after punch landing on flesh, intermingled with the roars of some passionate Barbarian Tribe youths.
This was the interest in Body Cultivation, to scream at the top of your lungs during a fistfight, seemingly increasing the output by a significant margin.
On the second day, Yoxiang Niu of the Youxiong Tribe finally took his turn to fight, and after a grueling hour-long struggle, he admitted a glorious defeat, hanging his head dejectedly as he walked up to the King of Western Rats to apologize to his new “Sacrificial Spirit” lord.
The third day, the fourth day….
As time passed, Lu Qingshan’s mind, while continuously observing those Sacrificial Spirits, gradually heard a rumbling noise as a strange, indescribable power began to emerge within him.
By now, he had observed all of the thousands of Sacrificial Spirits present at the Barbarian Tribe’s ancestral lands, yet the spirit that resonated with him did not appear.
“To observe over a thousand Sacrificial Spirits, among which there are even Seventh Grade Great Demons, and still not find a spirit that resonates with my temperament?” Lu Qingshan felt a bit bewildered.
He could feel something in his mind trying to break through the surface.
This feeling was very strong, but it was frustratingly stuck, neither advancing nor retreating, causing Lu Qingshan considerable discomfort as he eagerly wanted to clear this fog and pierce through this diaphragm.
Logically, Sword Qi Transformation shouldn’t be so difficult.
If observing over a thousand Sacrificial Spirits wasn’t enough to form a Sword Qi Spirit, then how many Sword Cultivators in the world could achieve the level of Sword Qi Transformation?
Powerful Demon Beasts weren’t cabbages that you could find whenever you wanted, and even if you did find one, it wouldn’t just sit there and let you observe it. More often, it would be like:
“What are you staring at?”
“What if I am staring?”
Lu Qingshan was fortunate to coincidentally attend the Barbarian Tribe’s grand ancestral ceremony, giving him the opportunity to unreservedly observe so many powerful Demon Beasts.
Yet even so, he still hadn’t managed to birth his own Sword Qi Spirit.
“What exactly is my resonating Sword Qi Spirit?”
His gaze blankly swept over those Sacrificial Spirits, but he realized that no matter how much he observed these Demon Beasts, they no longer moved him.
He had hit a bottleneck.
It was just a thin layer away, yet crossing it seemed as difficult as ascending to heaven.
He looked again at the arena and found that this grand ancestral ceremony was also nearly at its end.
As the ancestral ceremony on the arena was in full swing, not far from Lu Qingshan, within a certain clan, two barbarians exchanged covert glances, whispering to each other.
“Yinhe, are you sure?”
“Sure, this is indeed the sealing location of the holy beast, Lord.
The so-called Dragon Gate must be the first layer of the seal of the Lord. If these barbarians hadn’t unsealed it on their own, the Lord might not have been able to send out a call for help.
Speaking of which, we should thank these barbarians, hehe…” Yinhe chuckled darkly twice.
“We should notify Mansion Master Shentu as soon as possible.”