Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Ryu tilted his head to the side, his gaze becoming more focused.

These three weren’t using great attacks. The Almighty wasn’t even forming up powerful waves of Control. It was akin to throwing light jabs rather than all-out roundhouses.

Whether it was Zercius or Primus, the two of them were only painting in the lines, the former sending out chains that restricted movement and attacked, while the latter was drawing strokes of runes into the air that carried similar and amplifying effects.

The well-roundedness of the three combatants was probably the scariest part. Not one of them was solely focused on Control, or defense, or attacks.

They were all doing all three, and because of that, there was no easy and obvious weakness to target. At most, Ryu could rank them in terms of difficulty to deal with, with Almighty being first and Primus being dead last.

But that alone wasn’t enough to change things at all. There was nothing to exploit.

Worse of all, the armies in the surroundings seemed to have come to a complete stop. One would think that they would take this opportunity to rush after Ryu’s wife, but they didn’t move a single inch, just boxing Ryu in.

It really did feel like a world of billions was standing around with just one singular purpose in mind…

Kill Ryu.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

The echoes thundered in Ryu’s ears, his blood almost flowing in reverse. He felt what that pressure was instantly, the feeling of the Fate of Existence itself being against him.

Too many wanted him dead, Yaana had pissed off too many trying to get back to him, and he had gone and pissed them off even more.

Ryu crossed his great swordstaffs in front of his body, the clang of chains rebounding against him once again.

His own blood drizzled down the wound recently closed in his neck, the pain lingering as though marking a brand on his soul.

A glaive appeared to his back, slashing down to the bone. He felt his blood being drawn out again, pulled into the brush-like blade of Primus’ weapon and used to paint the skies once again.

He felt Fate shifting once more, the link between his Blood and Primus’ strokes solidifying.

Grand Ancestral Bloodlines.

The Title was seared into his mind. Even dead, Iam’s presence loomed overhead. It wasn’t just a matter of ensuring that he was remembered, but it was a matter of ensuring that Ryu’s story ended exactly the way he wanted.

Iam had already penned the ending. Ryu was too arrogant, too full of himself, too wrapped up in his own ego to ever change, to ever become a better version of what he could be.

Primus pulled his glaive across the skies and a scythe of energy formed.

Ryu tried to move, but the Almighty casually reached out a hand once again. But this time, his palm flipped, forming a casual blade as he too slashed down.

With a twist of his body, Ryu did his best to block and shift out of the way, only to find his connection between his mind and soul, his body and flesh, to be disconnected and ripped apart.

Chi.

Primus’ scythe cut into Ryu’s body, sending one of his arms flying into the skies. The blade ran through three quarters of Ryu’s chest, right through his heart at the same time.

Blood spurted from Ryu’s mouth and there was a hint of shock in his senses.

He knew that his enemies had found his greatest weakness. It wasn’t just that they were holding back on their special methods, their Daos, their powerful techniques, just because they didn’t think they needed them…

No, they were using the simplest methods of attack because that was precisely how they had come to realize the best method of stopping Ryu was.

When all they were using were foundational methods of striking and Control, methods that they had been refining for countless billions, trillions of years even…

What flaw was there to find?

Ryu didn’t have the experience to find the chinks in their armor right now. There was no place for him to apply the pressure of his Comprehension onto them at all.

He was being whittled away, step by step, as though an infant being tossed around by a group of adults.

And truthfully… that was exactly what was happening.

Even with the severe injury Ryu took on, the three didn’t show any signs of stopping. Calm, cool, and collected, they continued their attacks as Ryu flailed practically akin to a fish out of water.

He hardly had the time to seal the wound to his chest, not even having had the breaths necessary to reform his arm before chains took the opportunity to wrap around his ankle.

He was sent flying upward, his body twisting as Primus gathered even more of his blood from the bloody wound.

But this time, Ryu felt that there was something different about Primus’ blade. He hadn’t just taken Ryu’s Lifeblood, but after cutting across his heart, he had even tapped into much of Ryu’s Realm Heart and his Beyond Perfect Extreme Spiritual Foundation.

With a wave of his arms, he began to wave his glaive almost as though it was some sort of flag, each swipe across the air layering another beautiful intricacy to the bloody painting.

Ryu felt a palm slam against his chest from a far-off distance, the Almighty having casually waved another hand.

The pain was bad enough, but it was the disruption to the circulation of his Embryonic Qi that was the biggest problem. He didn’t even have the chance to heal his arm this time at all before Primus’ bloody painting formed from his own Bloodlines and Spiritual foundation finished forming.

There was no dodging. They had made sure of that.

The chains around his ankles tightened so hard that his bones crumbled just as Primus swung down.

BOOM!

Ryu felt as though a layer of his skin had been peeled off. And yet… that was just the most exterior layer of the attack.

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