Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 2137 Peak

?Chapter 2137 Peak

Ryu remained silent for a long while. And then... he suddenly laughed.

Every time he heard about this Title Stele, it only became more and more interesting. Honestly speaking, although he could feel the wheels of Fate turning around this event, he truly hadn't been very interested. Maybe it was arrogant of him, but Quasi Lord or not, he truly couldn't see anyone in the Lord Realm defeating him right now. Ever since his breakthrough, even against the Dao God, he hadn't even remotely pushed himself. The only reason he had left the True Martial World was because he knew that the waters of the Martial Gods were far deeper than he knew. Otherwise, he would have been tempted to see just how far he could go if he went all out in an attempt to destroy them.

But these matters were making things far more interesting for him.

He thought that all he would have to do was show up and make his Title known to the world, establishing himself as the number one of this generation, future generations, and generations that had long since come.

But this...

Ryu grinned.

CRACK.

A pulse came out from Ryu's Dao Heart, and the change caused several to feel their path of martial arts collapse.

Just the slightest sliver of intent from his current Dao Heart caused those that were wholly inferior to him to question their reason for existing.

Ryu didn't spare these people a glance.

'Interesting!

He thought that he had already left those of his generation far behind, but this feeling couldn't be denied.

"Okay."

Ryu said. It was just a simple word, but their valiant momentum painted the skies with an air superiority, an artistic conception that grasped hearts and buried souls echoing.

"This will be the last chance I give the world. Block my path to the mountain peak if you can."

Ryu's laughter boomed across the clouds, causing them to disperse in a forceful wave. BANG!

13:55

The body of the White Lion Patriarch shattered to pieces, falling in a rain of blood. "Let's go. I've grown bored of this world. I have preparations to make."

With a wave of his hand, Matheus and his woman were sucked into his Inner World. He appeared by Taedra next and took her away without a word.

Ryu sat in silence, his thoughts spinning. He had so many ideas, and no clear idea of where to start. He almost wished that the Title Stele even would start right this moment. Unfortunately, there were still almost more than two decades remaining. Normally, this would be a blink of an eye for cultivators of his level. But the problem was that he still didn't have much experience with long term secluded cultivation.

He had worked on this a bit in the Fiend World. But honestly speaking, he still wasn't very comfortable with it.

The bubbling of his blood was too wild to ignore right now, and even he was having a hard time calming himself.

He didn't think himself to be a man with such a lack of patience. But this moment... it. felt like what he had built up to all his life.

That mountain peak, it felt like he was getting closer and closer to it every day. Originally, he started as a young man of Sacrum, believing that the world around him was the limit of all there was. He thought it was inevitable that he would reach that peak one day...

But then it was stripped from him, and everything he had once built his identity on was taken away.

He thought that that would be the end of him, but he sought out the peak through different means... means that he could never put his heart and soul into.

That man had just never been him. It was a part of him, but it wasn't Ryu Tatsuya, not in the truest sense.

When he regained his strength, he was consumed by thoughts of revenge and the idea of his own goals, his own aspirations, had been pushed to the wayside.

The joy of cultivation, just joy itself, felt fleeting, far from attainable, wishful thinking on his part.

Until he found it again.

Now, he stood on that road he had last stood on when he was just seven years old, looking toward the world with wide eyes and a full heart filled with yearning and expectation... so eager that he almost missed the forest for the trees.

The beating of Ryu's heart became wilder and his Inner World thrummed along with

it.

This was what he had wanted all his life. To fight with the best and crush them one after another, to display his might as a legendary being of a world beyond a world, a peak beyond a peak, a mountain beyond a mountain.

Ryu pressed his hands together and forced them to stop shaking, a haggard breath filled with a savage heat coming from his lips.

His body was practically overheating beneath the agitation, and for it to be reacting like this, it would be quite fair to say that he was emitting a radiance beyond that of even most stars right now.

'Patience...' he said to himself slowly.

He needed to find something to do with his time, and that could only be his Corpse Puppets and Summons.

'Calm...'

Ryu used his powerful Dao Heart to rein in his emotions step by step, using it as another tempering opportunity.

When he finally calmed down properly an entire two weeks later, he stood.

It was time to begin.

Ryu lost himself in the world of Summons and Corpse Puppets for an entire 20 years. He didn't miss a single day, nor a single moment, to aid his Summons and Corpse

Puppets in improving.

But the truth of the matter was that he had only done this as a distraction...

There wasn't a single part of him that thought to use them for the Title Stele even a

single time.

His Dao Title would resonate through the world beneath the might of his own blades.