Chapter 879: The Northern Barbarian Tribe
Jiang Yantian looked down at the Northern Barbarian tribe.
For no reason at all, a pang of sadness welled up in my heart.
But he didn't think much of it.
This type of person generally doesn't have any "chosen one" destiny.
Looking down from his vantage point, Jiang Yantian thought for a moment and then casually tossed down some special resources.
The Northern Barbarians, who had been gathered together, suddenly stopped in their tracks.
They all stared intently at the things Jiang Yantian had left behind.
Soon, a large group of people all looked up at Jiang Yantian above them.
The next second, something outrageous happened.
Those northern barbarians actually knelt down and worshipped in unison.
It made a loud shouting sound.
He seemed particularly excited.
One by one, they raised their hands above their heads and continuously offered prayers.
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Jiang Yantian was somewhat bewildered.
"No, why are they bowing?"
Leng Ning didn't know what was going on either.
I have never seen anything like this before.
The Northern Barbarians are widely distributed throughout the Eternal Ice Plains.
They're basically everywhere.
This race seems to be the type that is naive and ignorant of the ways of the world.
They live a primitive life and have their own independent cultivation methods.
In addition, few people come to the ice field area, and resources are scarce.
This results in them having very little interaction with the outside world.
But they have always only known the Holy Witch.
They couldn't have seen Jiang Yantian throwing things at them and then mistook him for a god!
Absolutely not.
"Ning'er, let's go take a look. You two rest first."
"Ah? Okay!" Leng Ning nodded.
Jiang Yantian was always someone who loved to join in the fun.
Seeing this, he immediately stepped into the air and began to descend.
It seemed that the Northern Barbarians below became even more excited upon seeing Jiang Yantian descend.
A huge number of them suddenly rushed out.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of northern barbarians had gathered, forming a three-tiered ring around Jiang Yantian above.
It looked like a worship ceremony.
"Boom!"
There was a loud bang.
The Xuanbing Altar suddenly broke through the ice.
Stand below.
That was exactly where Jiang Yantian was going to land.
Jiang Yantian looked down at the people at his feet.
Those northern barbarians dressed very wildly.
It carries a primal and wild sense of power.
The man was naked, his upper body a bronze color, his muscles bulging like the gnarled roots of an old tree.
His chest and arms were covered with ferocious beast head totems tattooed with scalding hot, magical cinnabar.
She wore a white bear fur skirt tied around her waist.
The hem of her skirt was adorned with bronze bells and wolf fangs.
The woman wore a short skirt woven from scarlet fox tail fur, and bone rings adorned her bare calves.
Her hair was adorned with the tail feathers of an icefield snow falcon and black iron bone spikes.
His face was painted with red and white shamanic runes.
The instant Jiang Yantian landed on the altar.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" More than a dozen bare-chested northern barbarian men beat the giant drum.
The drumbeats were deep and muffled, causing fine ripples to spread across the ice beneath their feet.
As the drumbeats sounded, the outermost layer of northern barbarians stomped their feet alternately on the ice.
The rhythm went from slow to fast, with ice shards flying as they were stomped on.
A ring of runic light, burning with demonic fire, was actually created at the edge of the ring.
"Awkward dancing?"
"Roar!!" Suddenly!
Hundreds of people roared in unison, their voices piercing the cold wind and echoing across the icy plains.
They bent over and knelt, their hands forming strange hand seals, left hand on their chest and right hand pointing to the sky.
The second layer of Northern Barbarians also began to rotate.
They waved totem poles wrapped with blood-red strips of cloth.
The magic core embedded at the top of the pillar emitted a faint red light as it danced.
The distorted shadows cast on the ice resembled a chaotic dance of demons.
The innermost shamans then performed a more complex sacrificial dance.
With one foot on the ground and the other leg stretched straight back like an arrow, the hands sometimes spread like the wings of an eagle, and sometimes flick like the tongue of a venomous snake.
He was chanting something incoherently, something like "seven or eight".
Chattering away.
On the exposed skin, the cinnabar totems came to life.
The wolf head totem spews out demonic flames from its mouth, while the snake-shaped totem crawls across its skin.
Resonating with Jiang Yantian's aura, the chill of the entire icy plain began to stir.
An old shaman draped in snow-white yak hide and wearing a skull of a unicorn ice beast on his head.
He walked out of the crowd, trembling as he held a bone blade inlaid with magic crystals.
He raised the bone blade high above his head and bowed deeply to Jiang Yantian.
The magic crystal on the bone blade suddenly burst forth with a blinding red light, shooting straight into the sky.
Jiang Yantian was still a bit confused.
I have absolutely no idea what's going on.
The three women above, Leng Ning, were also puzzled.
I have never seen such a sacrifice before.
“These are northern barbarians!” Shi Jin’er asked.
Leng Ning nodded: "Yes, it's no exaggeration to say that the Eternal Ice Plains are all the territory of the Northern Barbarians."
"These people have lived on this land for countless ages."
"They are offering sacrifices to His Majesty the Demon Emperor. Could it be considered as acknowledging him as their master?" Liu Ye asked curiously.
Leng Ning shook her head: "It shouldn't be. The Northern Barbarians have always only listened to the Holy Shaman."
“But a Holy Witch is rare, appearing only once every few hundred or even tens of millions of years. Without a Holy Witch, the Northern Barbarians remain divided and will not re-establish a master.”
"Besides, my husband is not a northern barbarian."
Living in the same place, Leng Ning was still clear about some basic things.
The Arctic Island is right next to the ice field, so some things are easy to know.
The Binggu Blade below suddenly stirred when Jiang Yantian landed.
In an instant, the dark clouds above the Eternal Ice Plains were torn apart, revealing a demonic eye like a blood moon.
The demonic eye merged with the demonic energy surrounding Jiang Yantian, turning the entire sacrificial dance site into an eerie dark purple.
"Demon flames scorch the world, ice seals eternity, Holy Witch, the wait has come, the wait has finally come!"
"You have waited for endless years, and now it has finally come. Awaken!"
The old shaman inexplicably burst into tears and suddenly shouted.
The others also started shouting.
The sound waves rose one after another.
They quickened their dance steps, and the outer layer of strong men began to slam their chests against each other's totem poles.
It made a muffled "bang" sound.
It was still bleeding.
"Self-harm?" Jiang Yantian looked at them, becoming increasingly curious.
And there was a strange sense of familiarity about it.
Their blood flowed down the pillar, congealing into crimson demonic patterns on the ice.
The dancers in the middle tier tossed their bone spears into the air, the tips tracing arcs in the air.
They were precisely inserted around Jiang Yantian.
This forms a magic array consisting of eighteen bone spears.
At the core of the formation, black ice crystals began to spread outwards along the ice surface.
Jiang Yantian slightly raised his eyes, and involuntarily, as if by habit, extended his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.
The bone spears stuck in the ice suddenly trembled, and the magic crystals at their tips exploded at the same time.
They transformed into eighteen streaks of blood-red light, heading towards a massive iceberg in the distance.
Upon seeing this, the northern barbarians abruptly stopped dancing and knelt down on the ground.
The cold, magical runes pressed tightly against his forehead.
The totem on his body shone brightly.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Yantian asked.
It seems that apart from that old shaman, no one else here can speak human language.
They were all making loud noises.
The old shaman didn't speak, but stepped forward.
Suddenly, he pulled out a huge stone tablet.
It crashed to the ground.
Jiang Yantian looked at it intently.
The stone tablet has carvings on both sides.
"The demonic fire ignites the world, displaying divine power."
"Through a thousand years of cold nights, my heart is exhausted."
"The witch's soul awaits the emperor's return in the face of calamity."
"Today I weep blood to thank the heavens."
Jiang Yantian frowned.
