I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 204 - 94: Wind Master and Rain Master

The scroll consists of six panels, depicting the scene of cloud formation and rainfall after a severe drought.

Last time, the elder Sacrificial Spirit conveyed only one painting, but now, six paintings have been transmitted at once.

Shen Can took some animal skin paper and reproduced all six paintings.

The first two panels show the parched and cracked earth, with the millet seedlings in the fields turning somewhat yellow due to the drought, also showing many people gathered by the field to dig channels and carry water.

The middle two panels begin to feature the silhouette of a dragon, though the dragon remains elusive, showing only scales and claws.

Occasionally, a dragon's head emerges, blurry yet painted with remarkable majesty and dignity.

Using Divine Sense as a means of replication, the paintings naturally are vividly lifelike.

Besides the dragon's silhouette, there's also a faintly visible upright figure within the misty fog, with wings on its back, seemingly stirring the winds and clouds of the entire world.

The last two panels showcase the drought-stricken land revitalized through rainfall.

On the wide stone table, the six paintings are spread out, and Shen Can observed them for a long time.

Yet, they feel lacking in some aspects.

But the spirit and essence have clearly been painted according to the elder Sacrificial Spirit's depiction.

In the Great Wilderness, some paintings are not just mere paintings; if possessed of spirit, they are akin to 'laws'.

Soon, Shen Can rolled up the six paintings and took them to the Ancestral Temple.

According to the sacrificial ritual, he inscribed Beast Blood Witch Talismans on each painting and placed them on the offering table.

Inside the Sacrificial Tripod Cauldron.

The indistinct figure of the elder Sacrificial Spirit seems to sense something, and the talismans on the paintings glowed with a bloody light, strands of blood energy merging into the cauldron.

Before long, the elder Sacrificial Spirit's Divine Sense was felt upon the paintings.

Shen Can also released his Divine Sense to communicate with the elder.

His Divine Sense was guided, appearing under a majestic cliff, in front of a slightly hunched figure gazing at the rock face.

"The dragon adapts timely; grandly, it rises to form clouds and mists, and subtly, hides its shape, soaring between, concealed within waves."

"The winds gather from all directions, their form in the sky…"

The hunched figure used iron as a brush, beginning to paint on the cliff, forms like drifting clouds, movements like leaping hares.

What was painted were exactly the six panels of the Cloud Formation and Rainfall Map.

In Shen Can's perception, although he felt he had vividly captured the six images, in comparison, his art might as well be with the novice table in the clan.

The dragon takes shape, the wind's form in the sky.

...

Three days later.

A mural appeared in the Ancestral Temple.

Before the mural, Shen Can, hair withered like dead grass, eyes red, lips cracked, just like the fabled tale of being drained by the Fox of Qingqiu for three days.

His entire vitality seemed exhausted.

Within the mural, the dragon-shaped Rain Master and the winged humanoid Wind Master appeared as if about to emerge from the painting.

At a glance, one might feel the wind and rain about to spill over.

After watching for a while, Shen Can turned and left the Ancestral Temple, returning to his quarters in the Side Hall to sleep deeply.

This sleep lasted three days.

Early in the morning, upon opening his eyes, Shen Can found a bowl of warm porridge before him and Huo Xian's concerned expression.

After drinking the porridge, he listened to Huo Xian's chit-chat.

Now Huo Xian no longer participated in clan affairs and communicated with the clanspeople who came to the Ancestral Temple to offer sacrifices.

Whose child kneeled before the Ancestral Temple wishing to cultivate as a Witch, or which child spent days under the Spirit Tree seeking the Cyan Simurgh's recognition.

After freshening up, Shen Can headed to the Ancestral Temple.

In the Ancestral Temple, even in his absence, temple attendants would clean the grounds, though only to the extent of sweeping.

The Wind and Rain Master Painting still stood in the temple, and with his spirits restored, Shen Can gazed at the painting once more, precisely grasping its true mystical essence.

He was not the original creator of this work, merely reproducing it.

Subsequently, Shen Can walked out of the Ancestral Temple, went to the lake to greet the Little Dragon Fish, and then headed towards the Spirit Tree to greet the Cyan Simurgh.

Upon arriving at the Blazing Flame Tribe, the Cyan Simurgh's leader had named itself after its tribe, simply called Cyan Simurgh.

The whirring sound rose as the Cyan Simurgh descended, its injuries partially healed, the foul stench gone, treated with Witch Medicine.

"Come."

Shen Can spoke little, heading toward the Ancestral Temple.

Seeing this, the Cyan Simurgh folded its wings, stood tall, and stepped with dignity towards the temple.

Observing the large bird subdued and respectful like the tribespeople, the Little Dragon Fish also condensed its moisture, scuttled with its short legs to follow.

As Shen Can entered the Ancestral Temple, he noticed the fish and bird behind him, somewhat surprised.

Since the pact to offer sacrifices in the Ancestral Temple, these two Auspicious Beasts regarded the temple as a place of reverence.

"Dragon... Dragon Dragon..."

Upon entering the temple and seeing the Wind and Rain Master Painting, the Little Dragon Fish's solemn demeanor instantly turned to one of awe.

Not to say Auspicious Beasts do not cultivate, but indeed, paintings can embody spirituality and serve as vessels of heritage.

The Little Dragon Fish, with its mixed Dragon Bloodline, possessed some heritage, though hardly complete enough to commend.

Shen Can speculated that the elder Sacrificial Spirit capable of painting this must have truly witnessed dragons controlling clouds and rain, and seen the Wind Master exhaling and inhaling the winds of heaven and earth.

The spirit depicted in the painting could not be feigned.

The Little Dragon Fish widened its eyes, riveting its gaze on the mural, wishing its head could plunge within it.

The Cyan Simurgh, after staring blankly for a few moments, turned to leave the temple.

"Chirp Chirp."

Soon, the Cyan Simurgh returned carrying a young bird from its flock, the little creature fluttering its wings, clueless about its fate.