Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 1991 Stuck

Ryu's body soared in strength.

After his Tribulation, he had already been knocking on the door of Lordship with his body, but he hadn't been able to take that final step.

The first reason was a lack of foundation. And the second reason was a lack of comprehension.

The Body Realm wasn't as simple in the God Realms as it was in the previous realms.

In the Mortal, Immortal, and Cosmic Realms, the Body Realm was just a matter of how much pain you could withstand and how much talent was stored in your Bloodlines.

However, in the God Realms, there was a certain essence of spirit involved.

It wasn't quite the same as comprehending a Dao, but one needed to have a comprehension of the body to an intimate level, and part of that secret lay with the Seven Corporeal Spirits.

The real difference between the Qi Realm and the Body Realm, though, was that talent could easily make up for a gap in comprehension with the latter.

Even if one stumbled onto the right solution for the Body Realm, it was good enough. It was like how an athlete could perform an action but not precisely break down exactly how it was done. That was good enough.

There was no difference between a Body Realm cultivator who could naturally feel and understand versus one that could break down exactly how they were feeling.

And Ryu... was obviously someone who was the latter.

He could fully understand it all, and the way his body moved and pulsed was completely under his control. In fact, he was on a deeper level than even just understanding.

He had configured his own Body Realm Cultivation Method to be in tune with the movements of his own Spirits... and as the final connection was made between them all, his blood rolled and rumbled like thunder.

At that moment, a pair of tattoos began to etch themselves onto Ryu's forearms.

Both of them were identical in every way other than their color.

One was a sleek gold with a blade edge of red, and the other was a sleek black with a blade of the same crimson color.

Each tattoo pulsed with power, and then Ryu's blood began to respond in kind as though a feedback loop was being formed between themselves and the weapon.

The resonance became stronger and stronger until more tattoos began to spring up all across Ryu's body.

The original Body Realm technique of the Sky God that mastered both light and darkness had used a method of tattoo etching. It was a method of grafting energy onto oneself and using it as a catalyst. to trigger something else.

In this case, Ryu was using this to maximize the two False Shrines he had just forged into his body. By using the tattoos as a medium to communicate with the Heavens, he was able to offload much of the pressure of the techniques he wanted to use.

At the same time...

Ryu's aura flared and the weapons etched into his forearms howled along with it.

With a flash, they appeared in his palms, their crimson edges practically reeking of blood.

Ryu took a step forward and casually swung out.

He had only swung out halfway before his eyes lit up, slits splitting his pupils and expanding the darkness in his silvery irises.

"This is the feeling...

His father had been able to take the Talents of his Fire Dragon Bloodline and incorporate them into his Halberd Stances. Ryu had always been shocked by this, especially since he felt like he could never quite manage to do it.

The time and effort it would take to distill such a skill into a form factor it wasn't suited for was no less difficult than Ryu trying to dual wield polearms.

He simply couldn't split his attention down such a complicated path.

But now... he had managed to craft a weapon that could do it for him.

His great swordstaffs now had an inextricable link to his Bloodlines. When he wanted to act, they would resonate and carry the momentum of a Dragon, a Qilin, or even a Phoenix so long as he desired it.

With one, he could call down a storm, and with another, a Dragon's Breath.

SHUUUU!

Ryu slowed his blade before it connected with anything, and yet the residual force still cut into the ground.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

A Dragon's Breath seemed to manifest from the air itself, howling along the split ground and into the distance.

The fire raced across the ground and pierced through layer after layer of trees, cutting down mountains, and drying up rivers.

Ryu pulled his great swordstaff back, allowing it to rest on his shoulder as he looked off.

He felt powerful, practically invincible. And yet, deep inside, he felt that it wasn't enough.

It wasn't because of his Dao Heart, though he knew that it was probably it at least in part.

Still, the largest part of it was definitely a shadow he was chasing.

He looked off into the distance and seemingly not in any particular direction. And yet, his eyes pierced through it all until he landed on a world.

'Convenient!

He didn't explain his thoughts even to himself as he simply turned away.

Standing there, he closed his eyes and took a breath.

With the evolution to his eyes, he felt like his control over Fate had reached an even more

exaggerated height.

Although it wasn't to the point of [Intuition], Ryu felt that he could almost "ask" his eyes a question and achieve the answer he wanted.

Of course, he wasn't really asking a question. Instead, he was testing the Strings of Karma until he found something that was in line with what he wanted.

And what he was looking for this time was the World of Space and Time that he needed to complete the last and final step of his body.

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He found several. However, there was only one that stuck out to him.

The Holy World Ailsa was stuck in.

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