Godly Revival System: I Buy My Killer's Stats

Inside the Bone Fortress,

'Earlier, I got a new High-level Life Card for gaining Ancestor Skulnen's loyalty. Let's check it out.'

While waiting for the arrangements for the ceremony, Ethan thought of the new High-level Life Card he got and decided to check it.

[Life Card Name: Appraisal Life Card]

[Grade: High-level]

[Effect: Using it, the host can check the full information of anything below Rank 9. Be it a person or a thing… all the information will be displayed]

[Number of Uses Left: 5/5]

'With this, I can check the information of powerful cultivators and steal their talents or skills.'

Ethan could already tell what it was used for; however, when he saw that it could be used five times, Ethan was happy.

When using the Talent Stealing Life Card, once Ethan selected the target, he could see the available skills and talents he could steal from.

However, what if there was nothing worth stealing from that target?

Once the Talent Stealing Life Card was activated on someone, whether he stole or not, the card would be wasted, and to make full use of that Life Card, Ethan believed having the Appraisal Life Card was a good thing.

'Let's see who will be the lucky one to make me use my two High-level Life Cards on him.'

With a smile, Ethan quietly kept the Life Card away and started speaking with Ancestor Skulnen, listening to his experiences and so on.

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Outside the Bone Fortress, things were not peaceful as the preparations were being made for the ceremony in the Ancient Grounds.

The Ancient Grounds of the Bonepiercer Tribe carried a solemn weight unlike any other place within the Bone Enclave.

Actually, in the cultivation world, every cultivation family, tribe, or even sect had a special place called Ancient Grounds.

Of course, there would be minor differences between each one of their Ancient Grounds.

For Hermit Tribes, it was not only the burial site of every former Tribe Chief but also a sacred ground where the tribe gathered during their most important moments in history.

Rows of towering bone totems, carved from the remains of ancient spirit beasts, lined the circular grounds, exuding a chilling yet dignified aura.

The air itself carried a strange reverence, as if every bone buried here still whispered the will of its former owner.

Today, however, the normally somber grounds were transformed.

A festive atmosphere spread across the vast space as thousands of tribesmen poured in, their bone staffs thumping rhythmically against the earth, creating a resonant drumbeat that echoed through the stone cliffs.

Bone lanterns filled with spirit fire illuminated the night sky, their pale glow casting an otherworldly brilliance over the ceremony stage erected at the center of the grounds.

"This will be our son's first time entering the Ancient Grounds. So, don't forget your bone staff."

"Yes… Yes."

A young tribe member, carrying his 8-year-old son in his arms, excitedly nodded his head as he followed behind his wife.

"Remember, when passing through each totem, you have to pay your respect to our Ancestors."

"Father, I know that already."

The child annoyedly replied to his father, but excitement was clearly visible in his eyes.

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All the tribe members excitedly got ready and entered the Ancient Grounds.

Unlike the other tribes' Ancient Grounds, the Bonepiercer Tribe's Ancient Grounds opened every 10 years, and it had been close to 8 years since it last opened.

Moreover, when entering the Ancient Grounds, each Tribe Member had to carry a bone staff. Without it, they were not allowed into the Ancient Grounds.

"Who is that young man? I haven't seen him before."

"Wait a second… isn't that… Ancestor Skulnen?"

"Yes… he really is our Ancestor Skulnen. I didn't expect him to come out of his Deep Slumber."

"Why is he standing while letting a young man sit on the chair?"

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On that stage stood Ethan, seated upon the main ceremonial seat, with Ancestor Skulnen standing like a guardian figure at his side.

Seeing that, the tribe members were shocked at first and then became curious.

Nevertheless, they still maintained order and stood in formation in front of the stage.

There were more than 100,000 men, women, and children of all age groups, standing with their bone staffs, curiously looking at Ethan, wondering the reason behind today's ceremony.

"Looks like everyone in the enclave is here. So, let's begin the ceremony: The Ceremony of Allegiance."

It was Ancestor Skulnen, who sensed that all the tribe members had gathered in the Ancient Grounds and gave the signal to Chief Bonen.

Soon, under everyone's watchful eyes, Chief Bonen slowly stepped on the stage, clad in traditional ceremonial garb woven from beast bone threads.

His movements carried the weight of his tribe's history as he lowered himself into the traditional bow of the Bonepiercer Tribe—kneeling low, forehead touching the ground, bone staff laid horizontally before him.

"From this day forth, the Bonepiercer Tribe pledges its loyalty to Master Ethan."

His voice rang out firm and resolute, echoing across the sacred grounds.

Down below, murmurs ran through the vast crowd of tribesmen.

For a moment, confusion lingered—who was this young man that their chief and even their revered Ancestor were bowing to?

Yet, as soon as the name Master Ethan spread through the crowd, all hesitation quickly died out.

Ethan's reputation had already preceded him. The tribesmen remembered the stories of how he stood against the Bloodclaw Tribe and turned the tide of battle with unfathomable means.

If even their Ancestor Skulnen—who had awakened from his slumber after centuries—stood silently in acknowledgement, then what reason did they have to doubt?

For the Bonepiercer Tribe, the word of their Chief was law, but it was their Ancestor's silent approval that turned it into an undeniable truth.

The Ancient Elders, known for their stern judgment, stood in the front rows, their aged eyes fixed on Ethan, yet not a single one voiced opposition.

In fact, their gazes carried faint respect, as though they were witnessing a destined event unfold.

After seeing everything, the tribe members were no longer doubtful but followed the process.

"We will be at your service, Master Ethan."

"We will be at your service, Master Ethan."

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The hundreds of thousands of tribesmen raised their bone staffs high into the air before slamming them into the ground in perfect unison.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The thunderous rhythm shook the very Ancient Grounds, their bone staffs resonating like war drums of allegiance. The echoing sound carried only one meaning—absolute loyalty to Ethan.

'This… this feels new but freaking good.'

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ethan could not help but look at the crowd, acknowledging him as their master.

In his past life, he was always a follower... or to be honest, he was more of a slave to his boss and his colleagues.

But now, things had changed as he felt like: This is what you call living. My previous life was… is that even a life?

[Congratulations to the host for completing the Mission: Become the Master of the Bonepiercer Tribe]

[The host can ask any question related to the Secret Enclaves and the Hermit Tribes.]

'Finally… I can get answers to my questions.'

Ethan, without hesitation, asked the system, 'System, tell me everything you know about the Foreign Cultivator.'