Sacrificial Revelation, the Origin of Tribulation Cycles, and a Supreme Treasure Opportunity

"Father, why did those two ancient demons appear here?"

Jiang Heng asked, bewildered.

He was only around twelve years old, yet his flesh already contained surging, vigorous blood vitality.

"When ancient demons fight, they must be after something. I only hope they fear this mountain." Father Jiang was deeply worried.

Otherwise...

Feeling the smoke and clouds soaring into the sky from ten thousand miles away, countless energy flows blasted through heaven and earth. Those two incomparably tyrannical powers seemed capable of tearing the universe apart.

This was also Jiang Heng's first time witnessing what the power of ancient demons truly meant.

"Can our human race stand against ancient demons?"

"Of course we can. Otherwise, why do you think our human race can gain a foothold upon the boundless barbaric lands of the Vermilion Bird?"

"If we had no power to contend with them, human cultivators would have long since become food in the blood of the Demon Race."

The group walked along a narrow path through the mountain. The mountain was exceptionally quiet.

They had visited other forests before, where they could at least hear the chirping of insects and birds.

But this strange, utterly eerie silence in the forest was also something these seasoned tribe warriors had encountered for the first time.

They came upon a flat patch of ground covered in fallen leaves.

They set down the sacrificial demon beast at the center.

"Spiritwood Tribe Totem..."

"Please grant us your guidance!"

The three sacrificial offerings were presented. Blood gushed across the crude wooden altar as the Spiritwood chieftain at the forefront recited the sacrificial prayer. With every chant and prayer, faint blood-red patterns slowly emerged across the exposed skin of his arms, shoulders, and face.

In a corner of the mountain not far away.

Lu Qing quietly watched