Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 1819 Meditation

Chapter 1819 Meditation

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That said, for Ryu to dare to do something like this could only mean that he was supremely confident in himself. Vespa didn't believe that Ryu was stupid enough to not understand their hidden meaning. That could only mean that he was certain that he would come out successful in the end.

At the same time, now that the Luminara Clan was caught as the potential scapegoat of this mess, they would have to deal with it themselves.

In addition… just because Ryu hadn't broken any commands given to him by a Dao God… that didn't mean that he hadn't broken any rules at all.

After all, the Holy Battlefields were essentially military encampments, ruled by military law. The fall of one could change the entire situation, so it had its own rules. Something like going out and attacking on your own, while not exactly written in the rule books as something that was against the law, still touched on several taboos.

There were countless trumped up charges that they could hit Ryu with for this alone…

So long as they stopped him first.

If they couldn't do that, then all of this talk was worthless.

Of course, there was another reason why Vespa was so wary of all of this.

If the twins failed, would things end like this? Certainly not. The Moon Fey would likely send in someone else from a higher-ranked Clan, someone who wielded even more power.

If one of those Clans took action, the matter would certainly be handled. But the problem then was obvious…

Would this world still be their Luminara Clan's at that point?

This was the main issue they had to grapple with now, and if they couldn't do it, they would lose everything.

Their Ancestor hadn't written it out in so many words, but how could Vespa not realize?

As though that wasn't bad enough, there was a secondary matter that would be easy to forget in all the shuffle…

Who leaked this news?

It certainly wasn't anyone from their side because all messages to the outside could only go through the two of them. Plus, they weren't even aware of Ryu's exploits until just this very moment, so how could they react to it, let alone send information out.

That meant that it could have only come from the side of the Fey… In which case, there were two paths laid out before them. One where they sent in extra reinforcements as well and the Luminara potentially lost the entirety of the Holy World. Or one where they quickly handled Ryu and didn't give them the chance.

Something told Vespa that things were about to get very messy, very soon.

He slowly stood to his feet.

"We need to go."

"Okay," Vespera said sweetly.

**

Ryu didn't know that any of this was happening, but he had already had some guesses about how this matter might go the moment he took action.

Unfortunately, it was also looking like he wouldn't be able to wipe out the entire side of the Fiend Race in one fell swoop.

Not only were they growing more powerful as he ventured deeper in, but their numbers were also growing.

The encampments at the start were barely a few hundred in number. The first cities only had a few thousand at best. But now he was facing off in with numbers into the tens of thousands, and further ahead there were some trying to scratch at six figures.

The sheer number of cultivators was astonishing, but for a mere True Holy World, maybe it made sense.

Unfortunately, the main problem was still that his ice and darkness were far too lacking. It even felt to him like he was constantly running into a brick wall and neither wanted to listen properly.

No… they listened to him just fine. But he could seem to pull out as much power as he wanted. It felt more like he was constantly running into situations that left him confused.

It was funny he said this because his progress could only be said to be astronomical. With every passing second, he seemed to become an entirely new person.

He wielded the snowflakes like blades, pulling on inspiration from the fluttering blossoms of Immortal Sakura. With a single touch, these fluttering and unique plumes of majesty would freeze a person and then mince them into countless pieces, their bodies falling apart as though they had been sliced up by thousands of small blades.

His control over darkness was lagging behind comparatively speaking, but he at least began to use it like a fog to cover the senses and confuse the mind, making it easier for his ice to seep in and take action.

Unfortunately, the pace of his forward progress wasn't nearly as good as his pace of, well… forward progress. That meaning that he was cutting into the territory of the Fiends much faster than his skills could keep up with, in its own ironic twist.

Eventually, he would hit a brick wall and have to change tactics, likely going back to just pure close combat. But he didn't really want to do that, he was chasing after something greater.

Ryu took a shaky breath and expelled his fatigue.

Looking down at the ruined city beneath him, he shook his head, turned and left. If he kept pushing it, he would end up harming himself.

Soon, his eyes would be healed, and it was probably about time that he try and consolidate his gains this time around.

Then, he would try again.

Ryu found a random mountain near the border of both territories and carved out a path inside for him.

Then, taking a deep breath, he began to meditate.

He somewhat understood why using these elements was so difficult for him. It wasn't just that his Temperament wasn't quite in line with them, but also because they were tied down with other, far more complex and intricate matters.

His Ice Flame was inextricably linked to Life.

His Dark Flame was inextricably linked to Death.

No matter what he did, they would always be there, obscuring his vision.

So what path was there to take?

The obvious path seemed to be to use his Emperor Phoenix Bloodline to rule over them all…

But this was a world of Yin and it wouldn't do well here.

So what should he do?

As Ryu was sitting in meditation, a storm was quickly brewing around him.

Little did everyone know that an insignificant Holy World would eventually kick off a series of cascading events that would change the landscape of the Plane entirely.