The Rise of the Qing Yi Tribe

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

At the ancestral grounds of the Qing Yi Tribe, a great bell suspended high above the altar rang out with a majestic peal.

"Is that... the Ancestral Spirit Bell?"

"It isn't time for the grand sacrifice yet. Why has the Ancestral Spirit Golden Bell been rung?"

At that moment, everyone in the Qing Yi Tribe was filled with shock.

Yet once the Ancestral Spirit Bell rang, everyone had to hurry to the ancestral grounds, to the altar.

In mere moments, figures came flying in from all directions and gathered in the square beneath the ancestral altar.

"That is... Qing Ming? He rang the Ancestral Spirit Bell? What is he trying to do?"

Over this period, Qing Ming's strength had soared. The earlier rumors of the "Ancestral Spirit manifesting its divinity" had already taken root in everyone's hearts.

Other than the Ancestral Spirit manifesting its divinity, who else could possess such ability? To restore a blind man's sight, then make his strength surge in just a month.

That was nothing short of a miracle.

At this moment, though everyone was greatly surprised that Qing Ming had rung the Ancestral Spirit Golden Bell, no one made any unnecessary moves.

For someone favored by the "Ancestral Spirit" to ring the Ancestral Spirit Golden Bell was naturally not strange.

More importantly, Qing Rui, the Qing Yi Tribe's strongest expert and Ancestral Spirit Priest, stood behind Qing Ming with a broad smile.

Clearly, Qing Ming's actions had received the full approval of the "Ancestral Spirit," as well as Great Shaman's support.

How could I not support him? When you're surrounded by thirty Great Shamans, would you dare refuse?

Great Shaman wore a bright smile, but the corners of his mouth were faintly bruised.

Well, Black Obsidian, their Mountain Giant, was too blunt