Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 2108  GOOD.

Ryu's body was a blur.

At that moment, he forgot about everything else. All he cared about was the battle before him.

Every blade was precise to an extreme, reaping a life every time it attacked. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The problem was that he didn't always get a chance to attack.

The feeling of so many powerful geniuses bearing down on you at the same time was hard to explain in just a few words.

A single genius was already enough to elevate a Sect or Clan for generations to come. The feeling of so many coming together to form a tidal wave of linked attacks was more than the word "overwhelming" could describe.

But it was a feeling that made Ryu's blood boil.

Moments like this… it was what he had dreamed for all his life. To stand against the world, against opponents that made him feel apprehension and pressure, and still raise his blade proudly.

And in the end…

To stand above them all nonetheless.

Ryu's gaze flashed as Lines of Fate swirled around him.

He dodged a sword and found an opening, [Death Acupoint] painting a pretty picture of a reaper's scythe slicing through the air.

The head of a Heavenly Knight soared into the air.

Ryu's body vanished in a swirl of space as a blade passed right through the location he had just been in.

A great gravitational pressure descended on him the instant he appeared in the real world again.

There was another flash in Ryu's eyes as he saw through the method in an instant.

[Illusory Instant] flickered and Ryu appeared outside of the range of the gravitational push as though he had always been there. The image he left behind bent and twisted, before bursting into a cascade of runes that countered the gravitational force.

The Heavenly Knight that sent out the attack found themselves flying into the air, their gravitational attack reversing until their body became so light they couldn't control it properly.

And they just so happened to fly right into Ryu's blade.

PUCHI!

The Heavenly Knight was split in two as Ryu's aura blazed.

Every kill seemed to fuel something else within Ryu's body, his Dao Heart blooming like a polished mirror, so perfect and resplendent that the white scales around his chest felt too blinding to even look at directly.

Ryu thought several moves ahead, sometimes seemingly wasting an inordinate amount of energy just to dodge, only to suddenly erupt with a sudden trap that killed a dozen Heavenly Knights at once.

From above, it almost looked like he was playing on a chess board. His stamina was endless, his body flourishing with more and more strength with every passing second.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

[Fate Reversal].

Ryu's two great swordstaffs swung out, slicing the heads of two Heavenly Knights preparing a long-distance attack into the air.

At the same time, he suffered a blow from the two Heavenly Knights he had ignored to his back. They tore through his dantian and his heart at once, their energies exploding within his body.

But at that moment, [Fate Reversal] activated and the two long-ranged attackers regained their heads while Ryu's sneak attackers found themselves losing theirs.

In one move, he killed his sneak attackers and disrupted a powerful attack. Even if the long-ranged attackers regained their heads, the backlash to their disrupted technique wasn't avoidable.

Ryu's qi erupted and the blades in his body were forcefully ejected.

He didn't even bother to circulate his Embryonic Qi, using Fate Reversal again, but this time the power seemed to be controlled onto his blades.

A swirling power of Fate shook the air, the scent of death lingering along with it. There was no doubt that the wounds he had just suffered would have been capable of killing almost anyone else, and this concentration of power wasn't something that he was in a position to waste.

So why not share it?

[Rob the World of its Color].

[Fate Reversal] and [Rob the World of its Color] combined into a suffocating end. One carried the scent of death, and the other dismissed all the laws of the world to the point even qi could no longer thrive.

Ryu unleashed a roar, unleashing his slash at seemingly empty air.

But in his eyes, he was aiming for the very Line of Fate that connected two Legions together as a single unit.

CHI! CHI! CHI!

RUMBLE.

The Heaven's above were completely infuriated. Unable to hold back any longer, a bolt of dark gold lightning pierced downward, carrying a mesmerizing power that could even kill a Heavenly Knight in an instant.

Ryu seemed to have already expected this result. His body spun, the torque of his hips sending out an upsurge of power as he pierced out with all his might.

His Lightning Qilin talents layered onto one another as he used his blade as a lightning rod to inject his body with this Wrath Lightning.

Ryu's body continued to spin, the lightning churning through his body and into his Meridians. His Chaos Qi spun and changed, becoming Primordial Lightning Chaos Qi.

Nine Revolutions Skybreaker thrummed once more as Ryu's blade went from pointing to the skies to the army below.

His gaze flashed and a malevolent intent erupted from the depths of his soul.

Nine booming, thunderous cascades shook his body and his arm almost shattered beneath the impact.

Ripples of blackened lightning shot through the air, ripping through the Legion that now lacked any sort of communal support. Without the formation backing them, their ability to rely on one another to fight back against Ryu's strength hit rock bottom.

Heavenly Knights fell by the dozens after the first boom, then by the hundreds soon after.

The ripple of lightning grew weaker as it spread outward, but the support of Nine Revolutions Skybreaker made it feel like its power was endless.

Ryu coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he forcefully withheld the lingering lightning in his body, circulating it up all the way to his eyes.

[God's Eye].

At that moment, while he was still high in the skies above the legions, countless weapons formed from above, so powerful that Ryu's seemingly indestructible eyes began to bleed.

Die.

The weapons rotating with the subtle hint of a Weapon God Aura no one had ever sensed before descended, shearing apart the remainder of the two Legions.

Ryu gasped for breath and he could feel his eyes blurring, but he still vanished, dodging an arrow that had been prepped to tear right through his head.

Tears of blood ran down Ryu's cheeks, veins popping in his eyes as they strained themselves to the limits.

Two Legions down.

Two more to go.

Ryu's momentum was only increasing, his injuries seemingly only fueling his desire for battle.

Images of roaring Dragons and stomping Qilins appeared to his back, the mighty air of a Phoenix soaring through the skies layering through them all.

Ryu's blades shook and he stomped a foot, shooting forward and leaving a blazing arc of black and gold in his wake.

His wings flapped once and land hundreds of kilometers beneath him shattered to pieces as though a bomb had just gone off.

SHIIING! SHIIIING! SHIIING!

PUCHI! PUCHI! PUCHI!

Ryu's Dao Heart became as blinding as the sun. The world bent to his whims and the power of his Cosmos Fog only seemed to increase with it.

Violent. Relentless. Suffocating.

Like a wild beast prowling, Ryu's strength continued to increase at an astonishing rate. His cultivation wasn't changing in the slightest, and he didn't seem to be comprehending anything new either.

But for some reason, his blade was becoming sharper, more incisive. Every use of [Death Acupoint] came smoother, more perfect. Every head he shot into the air became another stepping stone on his rise to the top.

Ryu howled to the air, a maddened swirl of Faith trembling around him.

At that moment, the slumbering Martial God Ancestors seemed to finally stir, sensing something. They didn't look at the projection, as though they could see right through the world itself to lay their eyes on Ryu directly.

The sudden pressure almost caused Ryu to falter in the skies.

Almost.

BOOM!

Fetters wrapped around Ryu's body crumbled to pieces as his Dao Heart bloomed with an undisguised majesty.

In this world, there was only room for a single man at the top of it all. And he had sworn long ago…

That that man would be him.

White flames shuddered in the depths of Ryu's body and White Heavenly Runes flourished.

CHI. CHI. CHI.

Ryu's blades cut across space, cut across time, cut across Fate and Karma themselves, only to cut down upon the fundamental root of the world itself.

CRACK.

His great swordstaffs couldn't seem to withstand the burden of his Control, fissuring along their blades.

But the scythes of energy that tore across the world, fusing into a mighty descending blade that swirled with colors of black and gold, shredding everything in its path apart.

[— Judgment].

Ryu's own body seemed to be fissuring at the seams, but he laughed heartily to the skies, tears of blood still running down his face as he laughed at his Tribulation Clouds.

"GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU HAVE."

The words were met by a cascade of four booms.

However, the four Heavenly Vanguards that should have appeared didn't.

The Runes that were meant to form them shuddered and were suddenly sucked together, forming a single, looming giant.

Ryu's laughter didn't cease as he felt the changes. If anything, it grew more boisterous.

"GOOD."

This wasn't a Heavenly Vanguard.

It was a step above.

A Sentinel had appeared.