Against the War: After traveling through time, who wouldn’t want to be a little greedy?

In the original nest of the Ghost Cave Clan, there is a long-standing stone statue of a woman. It is unknown how long ago it was created, but it seems that this statue existed here before the Ghost Cave Clan appeared.

This has been regarded as a belief by the Ghost Eye people of all generations and is the god that protects them.

"Great Ghost-Eyed God, please take a look at your subjects." A pious whisper was heard again in the deserted ghost cave.

The elders of the tribe held the Heaven-asking Dagger and the Earth-splitting Axe in their hands, offering sacrifices to the Ghost-Eyed God.

The elder knelt on the ground, cut his palm with the Wentian dagger, and let the blood drip.

In fact, the elders of the tribe had no expectations at all. This was just for spiritual comfort. Countless generations of elders had offered sacrifices, but no divine blessings had been bestowed.

Today, the elders witnessed a scene they would never forget:

The ghost eye statue at the sacrificial site suddenly burst into a blood-red light, and a ray of blood light shot into the companion magic eye beside him, and he also felt a strong stinging sensation in his eyes.

Under normal circumstances, the elder might have screamed out in pain, but at this moment he paid no attention because he felt that he was slowly getting stronger.

"Swish!" The blood light shooting out from the ghost eye statue lasted for more than ten minutes before it stopped.

"Thank you, great Ghost-Eye God." The elder did not realize his own strength and knelt on the ground again. This time, it was with piety from the heart.

"My clan should prosper!"

When the elder stood up and left the ghost cave, the others' eyes were already covered with a veil.

When the other elders saw the clan elder, they found that he had a different feeling than usual, which was a change in his temperament.

"Elder, you..." The second elder looked at him in surprise, but couldn't tell what he felt.

"Our tribe should prosper!" The elder just smiled faintly, and then he summoned all the tribesmen to offer sacrifices to the Ghost Eye God.

The many Ghost Eye members who returned to their original territory were somewhat dissatisfied with the elder for summoning everyone again so quickly, but they still did as he said.

But all these dissatisfactions disappeared after the elder demonstrated his strength.

"From today on, our tribe should embark on a path to prosperity." The elder said to everyone, holding the Asking Heaven Dagger.

Sacrifices to the ancestral gods were performed again, this time on a much larger scale than before, but no miracles occurred.

The elders of the clan were even secretly delighted in their hearts, as he was the one favored by the gods.

"The great Ghost Eye God has told me how to activate the power of the Demon Eye. Come with me." After the sacrifice, the elder led the tribesmen to a high platform.

He held the Heaven-Asking Dagger in his hand and recited ancient words.

"Today, I grant you the power of the ghost eye to be the pioneer of our tribe." The elder started the activation ceremony for a tribe member according to the information he had received before.

"My eyes!" The chosen young man covered his eyes. He felt as if he was blind and couldn't help screaming.

But he soon stopped, because he felt that his companion magic eye was connected to his flesh and blood, and his physical fitness was strengthened, but more importantly, he could see more things with the help of the magic eye.

"Ha!" The Ghost Eye tribe member couldn't help but let out a long howl. He felt that he could now kill a group of wolves. The magic eye next to him was floating around him, which had never happened before.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the tribesmen opened their eyes wide and looked at the elder eagerly, wanting him to bless them. They also wanted to become stronger.

"Today's blessing ends here. I'm a little tired. Come again tomorrow." The elder waved his hand and rejected everyone's request.

Although the others did not receive the blessing, none of them showed any dissatisfaction, but instead looked forward to being chosen tomorrow.

In fact, the elder was not tired, but he could only bless one person a day. He wished he could bless all the tribe members immediately to make the tribe stronger.

……

When the future has hope instead of being dark, everyone starts to work hard.

In just over a year, the Guidong tribe had more than 30 newborns, which made the elders very happy.

One or two may be accidents, but the birth of so many newborns means that the tribe is full of hope for the future.

A year later, he was no longer the elder of the tribe, but was respected by the tribe as the high priest and the messenger of God.

He no longer blessed his people personally, but chose an apprentice to bless them on his behalf while he was trying to comprehend the secret of the Demon Eye.

"I don't know when the master of the Earth-Splitting Axe will appear. Only then will our tribe be complete." The elder who was sitting cross-legged at the highest point of the tribe thought to himself as he looked at the busy tribesmen below.

According to the information he had obtained, all the tribesmen who were blessed and activated their magic eyes became extremely powerful, surpassing ordinary people and reaching the level of the early mortal world.

You know, in this era of cold weapons, people with such strength are all extraordinary, and in his Ghost Eye Clan, almost everyone can reach this level.

With such strength, no matter how poor their equipment is, they will not be weaker than the legendary warriors on the grasslands and soldiers in Middle-earth.

Moreover, each of them has mastered the power of the magic eye and can cast some spells.

In just one year, the strength of their Guidong tribe has more than doubled.

Moreover, the elders of the tribe discovered that the younger the person who was blessed, the more malleable he would be. Apart from him, the strongest person in the tribe has now reached the middle stage of the mortal world, and it is not difficult for him to lift a camel weighing several hundred kilograms with one hand.

As for those newborns, although it is not so exaggerated, their future will be brighter.

……

The elder of the tribe had not shown up for a long time. One day, three other elders came to his territory.

"High Priest, now that we are so powerful, should we get out of the black sandstorm and take back everything we have lost?" asked the second elder.

"Yes, High Priest, now that our tribe is so powerful, and you are so unfathomable, we should go back for revenge." The fourth elder also thought so.

After hearing what the few people said, the clan elder thought of his grandson Ada who lost his life a year ago. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and a powerful aura disappeared in a flash.

The three elders were also very powerful at this time, with the strength of an early mortal, but they were still shocked by the sudden appearance of this momentum. If this momentum had not flashed in an instant, they would probably have been crushed to the ground.

As a result, they had even more faith in the high priest.

"No need. What our tribe needs most now is development. Once our numbers grow, we won't be afraid of all the desert countries joining forces and will be able to occupy the entire desert in one fell swoop." The tribe elder stopped several people from thinking about this. He had more in mind.

Now these people have become arrogant because of their increased strength, and they think it will be easy to destroy the Kashgar Kingdom that has made things difficult for them before.

Although this is actually true, there is more than one Kashgar Kingdom in the desert. There are many countries, big and small, and there is also an extremely powerful empire on the grassland. If they go out to destroy the Kashgar Kingdom now, they will probably be besieged by other countries. The empire on the grassland will also be wary of them and even attack them.

The current Ghost Cave Clan is still too weak in front of those behemoths.

They still need time.