Above The Sky
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335: Chapter 311 Father’s Bone (5000,1/3)_2 335: Chapter 311 Father’s Bone (5000,1/3)_2 “Why are you getting angry at me?

As survivors, we must never give up hope, no matter what.

And so what if their intelligence is low?

Our ancestors could already cooperate and pass down various primitive skills when they were still apemen.

These clones are at most incapable of grasping some more complex concepts, but their bodies are the same as ours, both are the New Humanity after transformation…

They have enough potential to become healthy and intelligent beings like us.

It’s our own impatience that has made them this way…”

“…

I’m sorry…

But what should we do?

There are fewer than twenty survivors who possess Sequoia Technology, the rest are all clones.

Even if we manage to survive with them in the outside world, what about our descendants?

How can we pass down this knowledge, this history?”

“…

With rituals.”

“Rituals?”

“Yes.

Given the current situation, we can’t pass on knowledge the way a teacher imparts lessons to a student.

This group of clones, because of their rapid development, can’t comprehend complex concepts such as civilization, inheritance, and honor.

However, they can be guided by things rooted in instinct like fear, sacrificial rites, and rituals.”

“Wait, are you saying…”

“We must become priests, officiants, shamans, and prophets—stop looking at me like that.

With our current productivity, do you really think we can afford what you call a quality education?

Use rituals to teach them how to manipulate these complex machines, use doctrines to teach them what can be eaten and what must not be touched, use oaths and taboos to restrict their actions, and use the concepts of family and tribe to give them a sense of belonging.”

“But we’re Redwood People; we’ve inherited the knowledge of Terra civilization.

We can’t…

we can’t invoke the ancient echoes that our ancestors eradicated long ago…”

“Fool!

There are no Redwood People left!

The Redwood People and Terra civilization have both perished long ago!

We are only the last remnants of Redwood, nothing but homeless dogs fleeing our homeland!”

“I…

I know, but…

it hurts so much…

Weima, I…

I really…

I really can’t accept this…

Why has it come to this…

Why have we fallen so low…”

“…

Stop crying…

Sigh, who knows.

Humans can’t always stay rational.

Our ancestors have been trapped in this cage for hundreds of years, long enough for a dynasty to fall.

It’s not strange for them to go mad.”

“Alright…

But on another note, even after adjustments, the flesh and blood of these extraterrestrial species makes it very difficult to produce normal clones.

Most of them are deformed, and some even die shortly after leaving the Cultivation Chamber…

Food is also scarce; we certainly can’t let them resort to cannibalism, not even just eating the bodies of the clones, can we?”

“…

As for the issue with cloning materials, I do have an idea.

The previous generation, our parents, requested that the elderly and fallen warriors donate their bodies, right?

But it looks like that’s not enough.

I think we need to add another ritual.”

“What kind of ritual?”

“A sacrifice ritual.

Each person cuts off a part of their flesh and blood to serve as biomass, cobbling together the raw materials for a clone…

Our companions should have no objections, but it will be painful for those clones, so we must give them a reason, even a false one.”

“…

There’s no choice then.

We’ll tell them that the sacrifice pleases the spirits of our ancestors and earns their protection…

After the sacrifice, we’ll adjust the temperature and distribute more Beast Flesh.

With our physique, regeneration and healing won’t take many days.”

“Yes, let’s do that.

As for the name of the ritual…

we need to think of a name that sounds good but is also simple and easy to understand.”

“How about calling it the Pure Sacrifice?”

“Yes, that’s a good name—The Pure ones offer their own flesh and blood to create new companions…

Indeed, the name has to sound nice.”

The illusion faded away.

Ian shook his head slightly; he didn’t show much on the surface, but in his heart, he felt a sense of absurdity amidst his reflections.

“So that’s the origin of the Natives’ sacrificial traditions and shamanic culture…

Because of a lack of population, they had to clone a large number of individuals with incomplete brain development to serve as a basic populace, then over time, gradually restore these clones back to normal humans.”

With this, the process of how the Redwood People became the Redwood Natives dominating South Ridge became completely understandable.

The so-called human sacrifices traced back to the very beginning, were nothing more than individuals taking part of their body as a biological base for cultivation, which reduced the chance of mutation, hence the term ‘pure’.”

“The best and highest quality biomass is needed to cultivate the most perfect clones, thus the name Pure Sacrifice.”

Gazing at the Cultivation Chamber before him, Ian didn’t need to use Foresight View to know that the ancestors of the Natives used the bodies of various Magical Beasts and their own flesh and blood to replenish their numbers significantly before they left Redwood Base.

As for how this ritual evolved into the murderous sacrificial rites of later generations…

Time waits for no one.

In the face of time, nothing remains uncorrupted…

not to mention the human heart.

On the figure in the radiation suit, now covered with moss and streaked with age, Ian’s gaze passed over it and he saw the ‘gate’ behind the village.