Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 2129 First Time

Chapter 2129  First Time

Ryu crossed the stars with Taedra in tow, the latter's surprise growing by the minute. Although she was only a newly advanced Dao God, she wasn't exactly ignorant of everything. While she didn't know what a Dao God was, she did know what a Sky God was. She couldn't see through Ryu's cultivation enough to know that he had long become a Sky God, but she could vaguely sense that her aura was above his, so she thought that he was unlikely to have already entered the Sky God Realm. And yet… she couldn't keep up at all. In a bit of an unwilling tantrum, she had no choice but to take hold of Ryu's hand when he offered it. Otherwise, they would spend years crossing the skies just to make it to their destination. The further they went, however, the more Taedra realized what it meant that they had to go so far to begin with. Just how far had her cousin gone? How had he managed to travel so far with his strength? Did he rely on himself? An opportunity? Something else? A bad feeling welled up in her heart. Originally, she hadn't worried about her cousin not because she didn't care for Matheus, but rather because she didn't have the right to. She was too weak. What good would her worry do her? But now that she had some strength, there was a constant stirring deep within her. She suddenly hoped that Ryu could move even faster as she gripped onto his palm tighter. She just hoped that her only remaining family member was still alright. Lost in all of this, she never once considered just how it was that Ryu would be capable of finding Matheus from such a far-off distance in the first place. … Metareen. It was a world not known for much at all and seemed quite barren from an outsider's perspective. But much like it was with all such worlds, this place was all its inhabitants knew. To them, this was the world and everything it encompassed. Though things were described in this way, this world was still far greater than anything Sacrum, at least on the surface, could compare to. In fact, this world was only one tier down from the former True Martial World. Essentially, before Ryu broke the seal, an existence with Peak Founding Dao here would have Higher Founding Dao in the True Martial World. All things considered, it was an excellent world, better than most… just not very special. But once again, to its inhabitants… It was all there was. And with that came the very same arrogance, politics, and overall cultivation hell that one might expect. In this case, all of it was being experienced by a young man… Rather than benefiting from it though, he was suffering greatly. … The chatter in the square was deafening. One would have thought that by now, they would have grown bored. After all, Matheus, the former rising star of their world, had been chained here for over 40 years already. But not at all. Without fail, every day, there would always be a crowd here. Though, it wasn't lost on the people here why that was. Those that were responsible for Matheus being here had a vested interest in ensuring that he was never forgotten. It wouldn't be worth it if there wasn't this continuous stream of humiliation. If not, how would they get their fill? Of course, these perpetrators weren't present and they rarely were… But which of those that were dared to disobey their intentions? That said, there was another reason why there was such a frenzy today. Such a thing would occur once a year without fail on the anniversary of Matheus' humiliation. It was on this day that those responsible would appear. And it was also on this day that Matheus would suffer the most. Not from the chains that adorned his body. But the ones that restrained his heart. At that moment, a sparkle of light filled the air, streams of gold and bright rainbow lights spilling over as unicorns appeared, pulling open war chariots that housed men and women that looked like Greek gods. In the center of them, there was one particular couple that stood out. A young man with flowing golden hair crossed the skies with a triumphant smile on his face. A band of violet gold wrapped around his forehead like a subtle, minimalistic crown. His chest was bare of everything but a white lion pelt that hung from his shoulders, its maw roaring out into the world. Maybe if he was mortal, this would have been nothing more than a dead animal skin. But… this lion was very clearly not so simple. Several in the audience below who looked at it for a moment too long found themselves collapsing to the ground. Some lost consciousness, while others directly died, unable to protect their souls. What linked them all was what they had heard the moment before their visions went black… The roar of a mighty beast. The young man's laughter echoed through the skies, not caring about the casualties in the slightest. Those that were still so foolish after all these years were truly few, while the others were aware but had simply overestimated themselves, not believing the rumors. And then there was the young woman. Petite and gentle, pale-faced and silent, she stood there, her golden hair falling down her forehead and obscuring much of her lovable features. She was like this every time this day came. She would lower her head, not speaking a word as the young man arrogantly claimed her waist with a palm. It was a silent sort of helplessness that the two faced. As though to mimic her perfectly, Matheus, too, hung his head low, his hair having grown so long in these years that it sprawled across the ground in a river and lake of its own making. Compared to the young woman's only partially obscured face, his couldn't be seen at all. The only reason many knew that he was still alive was because from time to time the chains that housed him would rattle, drawing more blood. If he was dead… he would have long stopped bleeding by now. The boisterous laughter of the young man only grew more unbridled. Honestly speaking, he too had long grown bored of this spectacle. As exhilarating as it was in the first few years, after decades, this Matheus was truly no longer worth his time. The only reason he was still alive was to stop his little lover here from killing herself as well. If she was dead, how would he have all the fun he had had with her body? A sick and twisted nature was in the depths of his heart. He had long given up on winning this woman's heart, but who cared? Wasn't casting a shadow she could never step out of just as good as being the reason for her love? He would truly love every second of this. With Matheus' woman on his arm, the young man flashed forward, landing on the platform Matheus was chained to. Matheus didn't react in the slightest, but the young man's wild grin didn't fade. Moving forward, he released the young woman, squatting down, picking up Matheus' head by his hair, and forcing the young man to look at him. "When the White Lion Clan Young Heir is gracing you with his presence, don't you think that you should be groveling? Not replying at all like this… tsk tsk." A resonating slap echoed through the air, but even now, Matheus didn't respond, his gaze dull as he seemed to look right through this White Lion Clan Heir. The young man laughed, not minding it. He began to speak again, but this time, the crowd couldn't hear him. "Would you like to hear about all the things I've been up to in the last year with your beloved? Honestly speaking, even though this young master is quite experienced, I've run out of ideas. There are only so many positions you can put a woman in before you grow bored and have already seen her from all the angles she has to offer. "Honestly speaking, it's already been three years since the last time I've touched her. I'm letting her marinate a little bit more, enjoying the process of torturing her, making her go through humiliating matters she would have never considered in the past. "I can't possibly say this for the masses to hear. After all, she is at least my wife in name. But I had to alleviate my boredom somehow… so I let a few of my soldiers toy around with her a bit." The dullness in Matheus' eyes shook and it seemed to be slowly regaining some sharpness and clarity, but this only made the young man's grin deepen all the more. "Honestly, I didn't think I would like it very much at all. But that thrill was truly different… since her heart doesn't belong to me anyway, what is the difference between that and her fucking other men? I might as well go all the way." The chains rattled fiercely as Matheus lunged out, biting at the White Lion Heir's neck. He seemed like a wild beast who had completely lost his mind. The crowd grew agitated once again. How long had it been since Matheus had had such a fierce reaction? The laughter of the young man peeled through the skies like claps of thunder… until a sudden voice echoed. "This is the first time I've heard of a man being such a proud cuckold."