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Qin Jin did not answer him immediately.

He pondered in his heart.

“I hadn’t expected such a development upon first arriving in this ancient world.”

“As it stands, everything brought by this Sacrificial Spirit profession is more beneficial than detrimental.”

“Although the people before me are a group of old women and children, they do have some potential.”

“Compared to exploring little by little on my own, if I can support a tribe, then my understanding of this world and the speed of resource collection will undoubtedly increase dramatically.”

“This world contains mythical divine birds, and there might be a human divine kingdom located here; it is vast and boundless. Exploring it on my own would be endless.”

“The only problem is…”

Inside the cockpit, Qin Jin frowned slightly: “If everything truly goes smoothly, can my own growth rate, combined with the offerings and wish power assistance from these people, match the strength a normal Sacrificial Spirit should possess?”

“The Deep Driller is ultimately just a mining machine. If it were modified to carry more advanced weapon modules, not to mention the cost, the demand for mental index would also increase accordingly.”

After a moment of thought, his brows relaxed.

“I might be worrying too much.”

“If that day truly comes, it only means that the remaining members of the Si Huo Tribe have already grown strong, and by then… I will surely have gained considerable rewards.”

Thinking of this, his voice echoed in Qi Chuan’s mind.

“Recreate the process by which your tribe improves themselves.”

“Recreate?”

Qi Chuan was slightly puzzled, but the mental communication made him understand Qin Jin’s meaning. He began to recall his own experiences and scenes of observing others.

With the consumption of wish power, those scenes imprinted themselves in Qin Jin’s mind, as if replaying before him.

There were children of six or seven, grimacing as they lined up to enter the cauldron where blood and bone elixirs were brewed, enduring repeated medicinal bath Tempering with bared teeth.

There were young and strong humans, hunting fierce beasts in groups, taking their precious blood to forge their own bodies.

A very small number of people could also display extraordinary offensive methods, like that Fire Python, which should be the Treasure Technique mentioned by the elder.

But as they grew older, once they reached a certain age, the strength of the Sacrificial Fire Tribe members rapidly declined.

Qin Jin observed the situation in the images and made some judgments.

“The foundation laid in childhood is good, but there’s no direction afterward.”

“Forging the body with beast blood is a decent foundational method, laying a solid base, but as one grows older and their body stabilizes, the effect of beast blood forging begins to continuously decline.”

“In this process, if one could hunt more advanced fierce beasts, or even mythical divine beasts and strange creatures, it would also be a direction for continued improvement.”

“But at the Si Huo Tribe’s level, they can’t do that, and evolution is thus halted.”

“The human body itself contains hidden treasures, but the people here lack systematic cultivation methods and means to excavate their own potential.”

In Qin Jin’s mind, thoughts emerged one after another.

He manipulated wish power, and the images ceased. He whispered in his mind, causing ripples.

“I can provide some help to you all.”

“However, I have my own matters to attend to deep within the Great Wilderness, and cannot protect you here day and night.”

Living beings and Sacrificial Spirits interact on the level of faith and spirit.

Although the Sacrificial Spirit is primary, how can wish power be obtained if the devoted living beings are not sincere?

Therefore, Qin Jin chose to be honest.

“It is our fortune that you are willing to become our Sacrificial Spirit.”

On Qi Chuan’s aged face, a hint of shame appeared: “Lord Sacrificial Spirit, we will definitely strive to offer you sufficient tribute.”

Qin Jin did not respond.

After all, as a newborn Sacrificial Spirit, he was not yet clear what the “market price” was.

Before him.

Qi Chuan’s inquiry was transmitted through mental communication.

“Lord Sacrificial Spirit, how should we address you?”

Hearing this question, Qin Jin pondered for a moment before finally responding.

“Just call me Jin.”

…

The initial communication was perfect.

The group had fled for dozens of days, finally arriving here and choosing it as their settlement, their new home.

Fierce beasts also have territorial awareness. Although the Fire Python had fallen, its lingering aura could deter many dangers.

Moreover…

Given that this Fire Python could guard a rare treasure, the combat power of the active fierce beasts in the surroundings should be limited, which was good news.

After the battle, the survivors had no time for excessive sorrow, for this was the normal state of the Great Wilderness.

What’s more, they had just escaped the danger of tribal annihilation.

After burying their companions’ bodies, a few women stayed to look after the children, while the others busied themselves, felling trees and quarrying stones to build their home.

As a benevolent “Sacrificial Spirit,” Qin Jin chose to help.

The Deep Driller was originally a work mech, and now it was in its comfort zone.

As its drill rotated, large trees toppled and huge rocks shattered.

In the sky, the two great suns moved westward, nearing evening. With Qin Jin’s help, this place, initially barren, began to take on the rudimentary appearance of a simple home.

From nothing to something, it gave Qin Jin a sense of déjà vu, as if he were playing a home-building simulation game.

During the process, he even had an unexpected gain.

Perhaps because of his proactive help, which touched the tribe members, his depleted wish power recovered by more than ten points.

Wish power was not only generated during sacrificial activities; the actions of the Sacrificial Spirit could also influence wish power acquisition.

In addition, individuals with greater talent and strength could provide more wish power.

Qin Jin also took this opportunity to learn more about the Si Huo Tribe.

The former Si Huo Tribe had grown step by step from a small village. Currently, the tribe mainly consisted of the Qi, Shi, and Xia surnames, along with a smaller number of other surnames.

This raised some questions for Qin Jin.

The existence of surname traditions indicated that the human race in this world should have a certain cultural heritage, but for some unknown reason, they had become what they were now.

The great sun quietly set.

Darkness descended upon the Great Wilderness.

As Qi Chuan and the others tried to make a fire, they saw their Lord Sacrificial Spirit emit light at that moment.

The Deep Driller’s chest light activated, dispelling the darkness, like a small sun, instantly illuminating the entire camp.

In this primitive land, this scene was like a miracle, dreamlike and illusory.

The Si Huo Tribe members were initially shocked, and after realizing what was happening, they all prostrated themselves, their faces filled with piety.

Wish power increased.

Qin Jin’s voice echoed in everyone’s minds.

“I must leave temporarily.”

“I’ll leave the Fire Python’s meat and scales for you. Bring me the python blood and crystal core.”

To the side.

A tribe member brought what Qin Jin needed.

The Fire Python blood was collected in beast-skin bags and bone containers, and the crystal core was an irregular pentagon, a foot in length and width, glowing with light.

The Fire Python was enormous, and a considerable amount of blood was collected.

In addition.

There were also the strange bones, rare ores, and great medicines they had actively offered during their sacrificial rites.

The Deep Driller stored all of these in its storage space.

His gaze swept around, taking in each figure, and Qin Jin’s voice resonated in their minds.

“When I return, I will bring you some small gifts.”

Leaving the last sentence.

Qin Jin no longer lingered. The mech’s chest light turned off, and he turned around, striding away into the night.

The massive figure disappeared into the darkness.

Qi Chuan and the others lit the flames.

In this ancient wilderness, fire represented hope.

The firelight flickered, illuminating each face, and a tender voice spoke.

“Grandma, where is the Lord Sacrificial Spirit going?”

“The Lord Sacrificial Spirit has his own matters to attend to.”

A woman bent down and gently pinched the child’s cheek: “Little one, you must grow up quickly so you can help the Lord Sacrificial Spirit in the future.”

Under the firelight, the child’s innocent eyes were as pure as gemstones. He didn’t quite understand, but feeling the attention and expectation around him, he still nodded vigorously.