Noah Ji shook his head and turned his gaze to the second technique.
Spirit Devourer, the introduction was extremely simple, but what intrigued Noah was that this technique seemed to absorb not vitality, but spiritual power.
If it truly absorbed spiritual power, that would be quite beneficial.
Deduction also consumed spiritual power. Although he could usually obtain some from the fierce beasts sacrificed by the clan, it was not much, making the spiritual power and deduction points almost equal.
If the sacrifice was a totem or some other spiritual entity, the spiritual power would be abundant, but such entities were too rare, and the clan could not provide them now.
If he could absorb from the heavens and earth, he wouldn’t have to worry about the spiritual power needed for future deductions.
Noah didn’t hesitate and directly chose to operate the technique. Then he turned his gaze to the only supernatural power he obtained this time, Enlightenment.
This supernatural power seemed mediocre at first glance, merely awakening intelligence and accelerating growth, and it even consumed his own spiritual power, which was something he had never seen before.
Could he really organize a fierce beast army for the clan?
Moreover, Noah didn’t know its effects or its limits.
He could only wait to test it later.
As for the last two new abilities, they were just extras.
However, after obtaining Omnipotence, he did feel his overall state improve, from the sophora leaves to the roots, everything was enhanced.
Maybe one day, he could really use the roots as feet and crawl out from the ground.
After summarizing his gains this time, Noah shook his head slightly.
It seemed that the biggest gain from this deduction was the Incense Fire Golden Body.
But the incense energy contained endless dangers, making it difficult for Noah to decide.
If there was a middle ground, that would be the best.
The night was silent, and Noah looked up at the vast starry sky, lost in thought.
…
In the clan, many people looked heavy-hearted.
In recent days, all the clan members had learned that the clan would fall under the territory of the Zhou Family in Cloud Dream City and would need to hand over fifty percent of their blood rice.
Although the clan members knew that the Zhou Family was powerful, far beyond what the current clan could contend with, many who had lived freely in Disordered Burial Mountain found it hard to accept.
In the clan’s martial arts training ground, many youths were aware that the clan’s situation was not good and were diligently practicing the clan’s combat skills, hoping to liberate the clan through their own efforts.
“Lucas, what do you think the clan should do now? Do we really have to submit to the Zhou Family?”
Alexander Chen, who was usually dazed, suddenly stopped his Grand Ancestor Long Fist and asked Lucas Chen beside him.
His brows were furrowed with worry, his face full of sorrow, showing that this matter weighed heavily on his heart.
Seeing this, Lucas also stopped his practice, placed his hands behind his back, and looked into the distance. His young face carried a hint of profoundness as he spoke in a slightly heavy tone:
“Gabriel Zhou is at least a Five Stages of Qi Control Warrior, and the Zhou Family’s strength is unfathomable. With the current power of our clan, we cannot resist.”
“For the clan to break free and stand on its own, we need at least one Five Stages of Qi Control Warrior, or even more.”
“Alexander, you must work hard.”
Lucas’s words made many youths in the training ground stop and listen carefully, their faces showing determination.
But Alexander looked at Lucas with a strange expression, his worry deepening.
Compared to the clan’s future, he was more concerned about Lucas’s state.
But before he could finish his thoughts, Lucas suddenly broke his serious demeanor, spread his hands, and said helplessly:
“My grandpa said the same thing last night.”
Seeing Lucas return to normal, Alexander breathed a sigh of relief, and the dejection on his face disappeared, replaced by determination.
As long as he became strong enough, like Oliver, no, even surpassing Oliver, he could definitely make the clan better.
In the distance, Ethan Chen nodded slightly, his face no longer showing the worry of a few days ago.
The clan’s current situation seemed bad, but it wasn’t entirely detrimental to the clan’s development.
At least in this pressing environment, the clan members were more diligent in their cultivation.
Sometimes, external pressure could better ignite the fighting spirit within the clan members.
Ethan finally understood what his father had said that night.
Misfortune and fortune are intertwined.
These days of contemplation had given him a preliminary plan for the clan’s future development.
But before that, the clan still had to prepare the blood rice for tribute.
In a few days, it would be time to harvest the blood rice.
This spring’s blood rice had grown well, better than last winter’s yield.
It was estimated that each acre of fertile fields could produce about six hundred pounds of blood rice.
The clan had planted ten acres of fertile fields, expected to produce six thousand pounds of blood rice. After offering half, the clan would have three thousand pounds left.
This was more than the usual yield from the clan’s four acres of fertile fields and would be enough to meet the needs of the clan’s warriors.
Due to the Zhou Family’s influence, the blood rice harvest could not be delayed, and the mature blood rice might attract some fierce beasts. For this reason, Ethan had dispatched most of the Blood Condensation Realm Warriors in the clan.
After thinking for a while, Ethan turned and headed towards the ancestral hall.
The door of the ancestral hall was not closed. In recent days, the clan’s atmosphere was heavy, and many clan members had come to pray to the Sacred Tree, and he was no exception, coming the most frequently.
Entering the ancestral hall, Ethan performed his routine prayers, then turned his gaze to the Sacred Tree.
In a few days, the Sacred Tree hadn’t changed much, still looking the same as before.
But just as Ethan was about to look away, he suddenly noticed an unusual sophora leaf among the lush foliage.
That leaf, which should have been half black and half green, seemed to have a faint trace of gold.
Ethan thought it was his imagination and widened his eyes to take a closer look.
Confirmed, he wasn’t mistaken.
Although the golden light was faint, it was indeed different from the other sophora leaves.
Ethan didn’t know if this change was normal, so he decided to consult the Sacred Tree.
But before he could speak, a thought he had never had before suddenly appeared in his mind.
“Just worship daily.”
“This? It’s the Sacred Tree’s guidance!”
Feeling the content conveyed by the thought, Ethan’s face lit up with joy.
The clan had declined to the point where they had lost the means to communicate with the Sacred Tree, making it impossible for him, the Clan Chief, to receive the Sacred Tree’s guidance promptly or know its current state.
But now, this problem no longer existed.
The Sacred Tree could communicate with him, indicating that its condition was improving, which naturally made him very happy.
With the Sacred Tree’s guidance, the clan would surely get better and better, giving him more confidence in his future plans.
Receiving the guidance, Ethan bowed respectfully and then left the ancestral hall.
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