My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 63: Barbarian God

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the Southern Ridge.

Atop the sacred mountain of the barbarians.

Within a towering temple.

“Someone has severed my connection to the power of faith?” A figure slowly sat up, his tone filled with surprise. “Such a delightful thing has happened?”

“You’ve done well, you’ve done really well…”

He rubbed his hands together, suddenly agitated.

“Whoever severed my connection to faith must be strong…”

Just then, his ears twitched.

The figure quickly lay down again. After a while, someone entered the temple.

“Has the Barbarian God not awakened yet?” A voice asked softly, belonging to an elderly figure dressed in animal skins.

The temple was filled with a misty grey haze. In the center, a giant bubble radiated multicolored light.

Inside the bubble, a figure floated, its features indiscernible.

“We have already offered many sacrifices of blood and faith, but although there has been a response, the Barbarian God shows no signs of waking.”

A middle-aged barbarian responded.

“Perhaps it’s because the flesh and blood of humans are too scarce,” suggested a barbarian priest. “Humans are the best sacrifice for the Barbarian God. Ever since the establishment of the Grand Xia Dynasty, the humans of the Southern Ridge have been gathered and protected by the Emperor of Grand Xia, leaving us without any recourse.”

“Cursed and detested!” snarled a female barbarian next to him, clenching her teeth. “Once the Barbarian Deity is revived, we must slaughter the entire Grand Yan Dynasty. I want to tear the Emperor of Grand Yan into pieces and dry his flesh to eat!”

Her voice was a bit too loud, prompting the leading elderly barbarian to frown.

“We are in the presence of the Barbarian God. Do not be reckless… Alright, let’s all step outside.”

The four of them stepped out, leaving the temple, and only stopped once they were outside the Barbarian God’s temple.

“Chief Jiao, what do you think… How likely is it that the Barbarian God will awaken?” asked the middle-aged barbarian.

“What do you mean, Chief Pi?” The elderly barbarian frowned.

These four barbarian leaders were chiefs or priests from the four strongest tribes among the twelve barbarian tribes of the era. They were experts in bloodline power; if categorized by cultivation realms, all four were equivalent to Mahayana Stage practitioners. The eldest among them, Jiao Wushuang, was even comparable to a Transcendence Stage cultivator.

The middle-aged barbarian was Pi Shan, the priest-like barbarian was Lu Jiang, and the remaining barbarian woman was named Xi Ming.

“We have already offered so many sacrifices of blood and faith,” Pi Shan began. “Whether the Barbarian God will awaken is still uncertain. And even if it does, the amount of blood and faith needed for it to regain its strength will likely be even greater.”

“You’re suggesting we stop the sacrifices?” Jiao Wushuang’s gaze sharpened.

“Instead of placing our hopes on this, we might as well consider something more practical,” Pi Shan suggested. “In the Southern Ridge, humans ascend, and demons become immortals, but only our barbarian race cannot take that final step. Chief Jiao, have you ever wondered why?”

“What are you implying, Pi Shan?” Jiao Wushuang narrowed his eyes.

Pi Shan chuckled lightly, looking towards the Barbarian Temple: “What if the final step to becoming a deity lies there? Instead of wasting sacrifices on a deity that may not awaken, we might as well… consume it ourselves!”

Younger and more ambitious than Jiao Wushuang, Pi Shan harbored his own aspirations.

“Pi Shan, have you gone mad?!” Jiao Wushuang was shocked. He was fiercely loyal to the Barbarian Deity and had never considered such a thing.

“Chief Jiao, don’t you want to revitalize our barbarian race?” Pi Shan’s voice carried a hint of temptation as he stared into Jiao Wushuang’s eyes. “What if consuming the Barbarian God could complete what we’re missing? We four could become the new gods of the barbarians, leading our race out of the Southern Ridge to dominate the Archean Eon Realm. All tribes would bow before us and be subjected to our whims… Isn’t that a wonderful prospect?”

At this point, Pi Shan’s face was flushed with excitement. Barbarians generally had simple minds, but those who had cultivated to the level of the four chiefs had a different way of thinking and broader horizons.

Jiao Wushuang was about to object but noticed Lu Jiang and Xi Ming remaining silent.

After a moment of silence, Jiao Wushuang finally spoke, “Do you all share these thoughts?”

Lu Jiang and Xi Ming exchanged glances before nodding their heads, clearly having discussed this with Pi Shan earlier. However, convincing Jiao Wushuang was the last step, as he was the strongest and most loyal to the Barbarian God.

Jiao Wushuang sighed heavily as he glanced at the trio and then at the distant Barbarian Temple. After a long pause, he finally said, “…Let’s discuss this matter another day.”

Inside the Barbarian Temple, the figure in the bubble shivered and hugged its head in fear. It had just awakened, only to face the possibility of being consumed by its own followers!

Gray threads from the void were linked to the Barbarian God, who struggled in vain against the invisible chains of faith. As the power of faith flowed in, a unique channel between the deity and humans was forming.

The deity panicked, realizing that once the link solidified, it would be irreversibly bound to the barbarians. The influx of faith would not only establish a causal connection but also influence its thoughts with the collective consciousness of the barbarians.

“If I bind with the barbarians, I might lose my mind, right?” the deity pondered, worried about the prospect.

Just then, it noticed a pure white thread nearby, cut from the outside world and no longer transmitting faith. An audacious idea formed in its mind.

“Maybe… I should try to contact this person?”

Atop a high cliff overlooking Copper Hammer Ridge, Lu Xuan observed the scene below.

Rivers of blood flowed as mountains of corpses piled up. The sudden assault of the Feathered Tribe caught the demon barbarians off guard. Their initial plan was to collaborate with the Southern Demon King of Panjiang Country and jointly conquer the Feathered Tribe. But now, without their ally’s support and facing a surprise attack in their stronghold, they were swiftly annihilated.

“Thank you, Immortal Master, for saving us,” the rescued people from the Great Yan Dynasty bowed in gratitude before Lu Xuan.

“There’s no need to thank me,” Lu Xuan lifted his hand, preventing them from bowing. “If you really want to express gratitude, thank the Emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty for establishing a human immortal kingdom in the

Southern Ridge. He was the first to accomplish this.”

In this story, Lu Xuan played the role of that “extraordinary being.” The Emperor Su Yuan was his third disciple..