Three ferocious beasts were sacrificed this time, two of which were in the early stage of blood coagulation realm, and one was in the middle stage of blood coagulation realm.
If Li Cailiang knew in his afterlife that his thyme not only did not cause any damage to the Chen family, but instead allowed the Chen family to pick up several ferocious beasts for free, I wonder if he would die with regrets.
The three ferocious beasts in the blood coagulation state increased Ji Yang's blood and qi to 33 points, but his spiritual power only increased by four points.
Although his Qi, blood and spiritual power were sufficient, Ji Yang could not start a new deduction because he did not have enough deduction points.
Moreover, after tasting the sweetness last time, Ji Yang no longer looked down upon the single-fold deduction. He had to at least increase the multiplier a little bit, so that his chances of obtaining magical powers and combat skills would be greater.
As everyone left, the ancestral hall became quiet again. However, in order to prevent such incidents from happening again, two more warriors were added to the night patrol, and a warrior in the blood coagulation realm was also equipped.
After the last sacred tree sacrifice, two more blood coagulation realm warriors joined the clan. Together with the clan leader Chen Xingzhen, there are now a total of six blood coagulation realm warriors in the clan.
It can be said that it has barely recovered to the size before the fight with the Li family.
On the seventh day of the ginkgo tree's growth, all the fruits on the tree have lost their previous white color and turned gray. The facial features of the fruits have also become more lifelike, as if the ancestors were still alive.
But if a stranger saw this, he would just feel it was extremely weird.
Since Chen Xingzhen had issued an order two days ago, not many tribesmen came to disturb the sacred tree. Only Chen Tianjing and several Blood Coagulation Realm warriors took advantage of the free time at night to visit the ancestral hall twice to pay tribute to their ancestors.
After all, among the gray fruits on the tree are not only Chen Qingyu’s father, but also their family elders.
On the evening of the seventh day, there had not been much change in the gray fruits on the tree.
At this time, Ji Yang was also paying full attention to these gray fruits after the souls were condensed, wanting to see what these gray fruits would look like when they matured.
However, what puzzled Ji Yang was that although he could clearly feel that these gray fruits were approaching maturity, he did not see the faces on these gray fruits opening their eyes.
Under Ji Yang's gaze, another half hour passed.
It was not until the moon was high in the sky and Ji Yang began to absorb the moonlight and yin energy that these gray fruits finally underwent new changes.
Under the moonlight, the gray fruits hanging on the branches began to sway slowly. As the gray fruits swayed, their eyes gradually opened.
Ji Yang stared intently, watching the changes of these gray fruits carefully.
This was the first time he had seen such a magical scene.
After a brief sway, a gray fruit located above the branch suddenly fell to the ground.
But just as the gray fruit was about to fall to the ground, a strong yin energy suddenly burst out from the gray fruit.
As the gray fruit disappeared, a gray figure of an old man suddenly appeared in the ancestral hall, and his face was the same as the one on the gray fruit before.
"Is this a living soul?"
Above, Ji Yang witnessed these ripe gray fruits with confusion in his eyes.
If it is still a living soul, then what is the point of him condensing his soul?
However, after Ji Yang observed carefully, he found something different in this living soul.
First, the living soul that had not been transformed was tattered and grayish in color. Now the living soul has a solid body and is gray overall.
Secondly, he seemed to sense something in this falling soul that was different from other souls, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.
While Ji Yang was thinking carefully, the other gray fruits on the branches could no longer be restrained and fell to the ground like raindrops.
Before each gray fruit fell to the ground, it had already transformed into a new figure and appeared in the ancestral hall.
In just a few breaths, the ancestral hall was filled with countless grey figures, but these figures could not be seen by others at the moment.
Ji Yang, who had been observing these living souls, soon had his eyes light up. He knew what was different!
Intelligence!
These living souls were different from the other living souls in that they were dull. They seemed more agile, and Ji Yang even saw thinking in their eyes.
Really?
…
After a brief pause, the soul of the old man who landed first suddenly put his hand on his forehead, a trace of thought appeared in his brow, and he couldn't help but ask the three major philosophical questions of life:
"who I am?"
"Where am I?"
"What am I going to do?"
…
The other souls also frowned and thought hard, searching their minds for memories that had long been forgotten.
After a brief contemplation, a bright light suddenly burst out in the old man's eyes.
He remembered.
His name is Chen Changming, the eleventh-generation patriarch of the Chen family!
But looking at the unfamiliar environment around him, a trace of doubt arose in Chen Changming's mind again. If he remembered correctly, he had fought with the enemy during the last migration of his family and then died.
Why is he alive now?
Soon, Chen Changming also noticed the changes in himself and the strange figures around him.
At this moment, the other souls also expressed confusion:
"Ah, who am I?"
"I remember that I died, too. I died in a battle with a ferocious beast."
"I seem to have died too, on the way our family migrated."
"Why can't I touch anything? What's wrong with me? What happened?"
…
Voices of doubt echoed throughout the ancestral hall, but the clansmen outside were unaware of it. Only Ji Yang above could hear the voices of doubt.
At this moment, Ji Yang also knew the purpose of his soul-condensing ability. This magical power seemed to be able to condense the souls of those who had passed away and restore their memories before death.
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