Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

2008 MY BEAUTIFUL AILSA

Everyone in the God Grade Realm looked up.

One would have thought that they would see something special in this world, but there was nothing special at all. Instead, it looked like a completely normal world. It had trees, it had a sky, running

water...

If one stepped in from the outside, it would be hard to tell that there was anything special about it at all.

At that moment, a laughter came from the distance.

"MY BEAUTIFUL AILSA! YOU'VE FINALLY MADE ANOTHER APPEARANCE AFTER ALL THIS TIME! COME TO SPAR WITH ME AGAIN!?"

A family voice echoed through the land. A Fiendish man stood in the far-off distance, facing off against the palace that Ailsa hung above.

This was the very same man who Ryu had tuned out the first time he saw Ailsa, thanks to his master. He had the tongue of a venomous snake, and every other word he spewed was a disgusting. grotesque hodgepodge of the foulest things one could think of.

And now, he seemed to be provoking Ailsa again.

In all these years, Ailsa had never stepped outside the bounds of her palace. Others thought that this was because she had to rely on the Palace's formations to act, not realizing that the activation of the formations did nothing more than suppress her time and time again.

She couldn't even access her real abilities and was mostly limited to directing her people. Of course, she was very good at the latter as a Cultus Faerie with a deep understanding of the formations of the world and Feng Shui especially. However... it had never been enough to harm the Fiend.

The Fiend man stood like a brutish ore. Rather than an element, it looked as though his limbs were made of blood. Deep scars ran across his body, but each one bubbled with blood that seemed to dive into a world hidden in an abyss within.

However, as the man's laughter echoed, his expression suddenly changed.

From one of the black holes that manifested, a hand that encompassed the skies began to squeeze its way out.

"What is that? How can you have that? What is that?!" The Fiend's incoherent garbled mess of words didn't seem to make any sense, almost like he was going back and forth between knowing and understanding what he was seeing, and not.

Chains rattled, and a blue-skinned arm BOOMED against the ground, leaving a handprint that would look far more like a valley from a normal-sized person's point of view.

Out from one of the white portals, a single feather bloomed. Gorgeous and delicate, it began to form out a path that a swan soon flew out onto.

One after another, creatures of the dark and beautiful goddesses of the light began to manifest. The number only seemed to be increasing.

At first, it was just a few, a handful, a number that could be counted with just one's eyes.

But as Ailsa seemed to only grow more infuriated, the number continued to increase.

From a handful to dozens, from dozens to thousands, from thousands to tens of thousands...

And the problem was... each and every single one of them had an aura that made the Peak Dao God Fiend want to fall to his knees.

In fact, he might have already if it wasn't for the last shred of strength in his Dao Heart keeping him upright.

At that moment, he realized that he had never known the true limits of strength of this woman.

If she wanted to raze this world to the ground, she didn't even have to lift her finger personally? Why could she with an army of thousands of beyond Peak Dao Gods at her beck and call?

Destruction rained down; however, Ailsa had already disappeared.

She stepped out of the Holy World of her own volition as though it was a single glance away.

She looked down at the world that had bound her for so long, and the skies shook.

Large numbers of powerhouses all turned toward her. And yet, she just forced open more portals.

Thousands of beyond Peak Dao Gods? That was a joke. The scale she worked on wasn't something these people could fathom.

Tens of thousands? Hundreds?n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

More like millions. If she was pissed off enough, she just might release them all.

Her jaw set, her gloomy gaze looking off toward a certain direction.

Ryu gently laid Hope beneath him, his lips pressed against hers.

His hips pushed forward, and he felt her grip around him tighten.

In those moments, he didn't seem to have a care for what was going on in the world around him. His wives lay around, and since he had promised them a good time, he would give them exactly that.

However, first, he was going to have to get Hope used to his flow of things.

She pulled back from his kiss, covering her face with two hands as though she couldn't handle the embarrassment at all. However, there was simply nowhere to hide.

Suddenly, she felt a grip on her wrists before they were pulled apart. She thought that it was Ryu, only to find a pair of large breasts swaying above her face.

She was speechless to find that it was actually the gentle Selheira who had taken such charge. However, before she could see anything, she could see the light of lust practically spilling over in Selheira's eyes.

Hope was speechless for a moment, but for some reason, that gaze made her feel a heat swelling up inside of her.

And then Ryu thrust again.

Her body shook as the pleasure hit her in waves. It wasn't long before she was practically screaming at the top of her lungs.

Ryu's mind worked at full capacity, taking all of his women into his arms, sometimes one by one, sometimes at the same time. He swapped between his member, his tongue, and his fingers with shocking fluidity. One might have even thought he was executing some sort of technique. All the while... the world outside fell into chaos.