Chapter 86: The High Priest's Dilemma

  After breaking free from various obstacles, the commander of the Mengshan tribe, Heiyan, took advantage of the internal strife among the barbarians and emerged with a banner to rebuild the empire, presenting himself as a savior. In just half a year, he had gathered the forces of over a hundred medium-sized tribes, with a population that had surged to 7-8 thousand people, including 3-4 thousand young and strong warriors who could be deployed into battle. The overall appearance of the tribe was transformed, sweeping away the accumulated waste and silence of many years, and becoming prosperous and thriving, with a magnificent atmosphere.

  However, just as the entire Blackrock clan was excited about their tribe's rise, the High Priest who served as the chief of staff seemed somewhat strange. He lived a secluded life and didn't fit in with the thriving atmosphere around him. In fact, for several days now, the High Priest had been troubled by some things and hadn't slept well for several nights in a row.

  At this moment, in front of the high priest, there was a two-meter-long animal skin with dense and mysterious-shaped characters written on it, as if a naughty child's scribble, which couldn't be discerned at all. However, the high priest regarded this piece of animal skin as a treasure, staring at it absent-mindedly, pointing to it with his finger, pondering over each character, and his facial expression changed drastically, sometimes joyful, sometimes angry, and uncertain. He looked like an old man suffering from dementia, causing people to worry deeply.

  Moreover, up to now, the Mangshan people still haven't figured out where this piece of animal hide came from, let alone what those dizzying texts on it mean. All they know is that for these past few days, the High Priest has been acting as if he's possessed, hiding in his grass hut staring blankly at the animal hide, or wandering around the tribe looking for something, but whenever asked what he's searching for, he just shakes his head and says nothing. Sometimes when mealtime arrives and they go to find him to eat, they'll startle him and be scolded by him without reason.

  The high priest finally let out a long sigh after a long silence, muttering to himself: "Heavens, what a masterpiece! The spells recorded here are absolutely not something that ordinary humans can come up with. Not even regular gods can do it! Whoever came up with these must be an extraordinary figure! Look at this Black Magic Hand - Unextinguishable Demon Body, Summoning Hellfire... each one is a legendary technique that shakes the ages! And this Blood Sacrifice! Using the lives of countless believers as offerings to open up one's own source power, gathering their faith to elevate one's energy, and then using their pure blood as a catalyst to forge a divine seal, helping oneself break through the final step. Once successful, one can immediately ascend to the throne of the Magic God, becoming indestructible and eternal. Just thinking about it makes one feel incredulous! If someone could really pull it off, what kind of presence would that be? What kind of dominance?"

  Although that's the case, the high priest didn't dare to actually do it. The barbarian tribe as a whole only had so many people, even if they were able to pacify all the tribes and gather them together, it was unlikely they would exceed one million. Among them, there were complex human relationships, each with their own calculations, and it was fundamentally impossible to unify them. Wanting them to willingly be sacrificed for someone else's benefit was even more absurd. Even if he said it out loud, the high priest himself wouldn't believe it. Taking a step back, even if they really could succeed in completing this sacrifice, the barbarian tribe would still suffer greatly and wouldn't be able to recover within several hundred years. There was even the possibility of extinction! If something went wrong along the way, it would be a loss that couldn't be made up for. You say I'm trying every means possible to conjure up a divine spirit, isn't it just to protect my own people? If everyone died, what use would this divine spirit be then? Moreover, in the high priest's heart, he still held onto great hope for his own tribe's forbidden magic!

  It is worth noting that although the Barbarian tribe was not mainstream in the human world, it was also a very ancient and famous tribe that gave birth to the brilliant Archibald civilization.

  Although their inheritance had disappeared a thousand years ago, they lost the cultivation method that directly connected to the divine position. However, this does not prove that their forbidden laws and techniques are inferior to the mainstream world's methods passed down from the Borweisna pantheon.

  In that year, the High Priest Mutta single-handedly resisted the Holy Alliance's several legendary-level strongmen without being defeated. Afterwards, he consecutively killed seven people of the same level as himself, his ferocity shaking the Western nations. From this, we can see the uniqueness of the Barbarian tribe's inherited forbidden techniques. Even in a great war several years later, Mutta, with only a Legendary-level strength, sniped at the strongest among the Half-Gods, the Nightless King who was just one step away from ascending to Godhood, and managed to exchange blows with him without dying, escaping afterwards. This further illustrates the terror of their cultivation methods. Moreover, the Priest lineage is not even the strongest force in the Barbarian Empire; those warriors who have cultivated the Seven Great Taboos and bear the title of "God's Gift" are the true strongest.

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  Unfortunately, the barbarian's forbidden law and magic started too high, and several sudden events occurred in between. With the unexpected departure of several powerful individuals, many secret methods were lost. Even if later generations are clever, they cannot compare with the cultivation methods of their predecessors. If they want to continue, they can only grope in the dark like being trapped in a dead end. Since they have already entered the wrong area, how can they make up for the missing parts? Although following the traditional methods of cultivation passed down through generations can also reach legendary levels, this level is still far from the top. After reaching the second extreme, wanting to take another step forward is just a joke unless you are exceptionally talented and have a special path.

  However, the Muta High Priest lineage happens to be one of these exceptionally gifted freaks. The reason they were ostracized by other high priests is that they saw a huge mistake in their own cultivation and tried every means to correct it. Unexpectedly, this approach touched the weak nerves of other high priests, who launched a fierce attack on the Muta lineage, accusing them of questioning the crystallization of the legacy passed down by their ancestors and blaspheming against the wisdom of their ancestors.

  Although ostracized, the Muta clan still did not give up on reforming the Grand Priest's method of cultivation. After several generations of effort, they repeatedly overturned and re-established the Seven Forbidden Laws, and after countless rehearsals, the revised Seven Forbidden Laws they secretly modified were already very different from those recorded on the Holy Spirit Monument. Otherwise, Muta would not have been able to look down on the heroes, being called the number one forbidden technique of all generations, with only legendary-level strength, yet still able to contend against a half-god.

  Over the years, Mutta, the great priest, has been hiding and fleeing with the Black Rock tribe, and due to his severe injuries, he has wasted a lot of time that could have been spent on cultivation. However, this also gave him more time to study the seven forbidden techniques of the sacrificial lineage, finding their flaws and filling them one by one. It is worth noting that after several generations of effort from their lineage, the recalculated seven forbidden techniques have matured, except for a few difficult points that have not been overcome, most are almost perfect. In other words, as long as Mutta can overcome those few difficulties, relying on their seven forbidden techniques, he can also achieve the path to becoming a god! However, these few difficulty points are precisely the core part of their seven-vein forbidden technique, and it is not easy for him to fill them completely with his own strength.

  Originally, Mu Ta also thought that his life would probably pass like this, wanting to break through those few difficult points was already impossible. However, after seeing the black magic stone, he spent several days thinking and suddenly gained inspiration from those powerful spells, as if he had been enlightened, and instantly filled in the gaps of the core, re-calculating and practicing the seven forbidden techniques of the Great Priest lineage! These seven forbidden techniques were now complete and flawless, and as long as he could successfully cultivate them, he would be able to transform into one of the Seven Great Beast Gods, transcending the limitations of his mortal body and achieving immortality.

  However, although the divine technique has been successfully cultivated, a problem has arisen. The high priest suddenly realized that the new forbidden technique he had perfected was too advanced for ordinary people to cultivate. Among his subordinates, there were only a handful of talented individuals, and not one of them was suitable for cultivating the forbidden technique. As for himself, he was already old and would soon pass away, so it was impossible for him to abandon his original cultivation and start anew. For days, he had been searching among the young and strong in the tribe, hoping to find a suitable candidate to inherit his divine technique. But what made him furious was that after several days of searching, not one person out of the thousands in the large tribe was found to be suitable, and he ended up with nothing but disappointment. How could this not make him anxious and worried?

  Just as the high priest was sighing and scolding his tribe for their foolishness, a buzzing noise erupted outside the thatched hut. A glowing orb the size of a fist flew by at low altitude, emitting a brilliant white light, followed by countless large and small blood-sucking mosquitoes, a dense black cloud that blocked out the sun, numbering in the hundreds of millions, making one's hair stand on end.

  "Oh, how did you come out today? Didn't you used to just brood?" The High Priest asked in wonder as the light ball flew towards him. This bizarre-looking light ball was actually none other than Queen Bloon of the Blood Mosquitoes.

  "My tribe began to die off in large numbers due to the lack of a source of sustenance. The female blood mosquitoes' offspring were all gathered up by me, but the yield was clearly not as many as those that had died."

  "Based on my calculations, if things continue like this, my tribe may be headed for destruction. So I have no choice but to come out and take a look, to find a solution." A faint voice came from the light ball, surprisingly able to speak human language and communicate with humans.

  As for this strange Blood Mosquito Queen, the High Priest also found it a headache, and said with a bitter smile: "Originally, after you completed three growths, you should have taken on the task of reproduction."

  The orb spoke hesitantly, "Procreation? Me? No, no, no. According to my calculations, procreation can only restrict my growth, constantly deplete my vital energy, waste my time, and even cause my abilities to degenerate, making it difficult for me to break through. Moreover, the physical body is a very troublesome thing, my spirit needs a broader horizon, cannot be limited by that small shell of flesh. You tell me, in this form, how should I cultivate?"

  "So you exploded your physical body and evolved into this form? A pure, unadulterated energy entity?" The High Priest smiled wryly: "To be honest, even I didn't expect you to evolve like this. Your existence in this form is something that even I have never heard of. Moreover, everything I could teach you has already been taught, and there's nothing more I can guide you on."

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