Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 2141 Why Not Me?

Chapter 2141  Why Not Me?

"Happy now?" 
Hope pouted. "Don't make fun of the woman carrying your child. You did this on purpose." 
Ryu laughed heartily, not minding it at all. He had done this on purpose, but it wasn't for the sake of making Hope feel antsy. 
How could he prepare a surprise if she already knew? And how could he allow his first child to come into this world with a great amount of fanfare and grace? 
The Tatsuya Clan needed a rebirth, and though this child wouldn't have his entire Bloodline due to his promise to the Frost Clan, that didn't mean that they wouldn't have the backing of all the power he could muster. 
Plus… having the Frost Clan's Bloodline wasn't necessarily a bad thing either. At the very least, even if it was a bad thing, Ryu had the means to make certain of that fact it wouldn't be in the end. 
Who cared what the Heavens had to say about it when he was here? He had all the Embryonic Qi in the world, all the comprehension in the world, and if he lacked in resources… 
He could just find them like he had now. If he could find something as valuable as this world, who dared to say that he was poor? He had methods that most in the world couldn't hope to fathom, nor did they need to. 
When the time came for his child to make their presence known to the world, they would come to know the sort of weight the Tatsuya name held. 
Hope snuggled up against Ryu's arm, beaming from ear to ear. 
Her mood swung with the wind, but she didn't seem to notice at all. As for Ryu, he didn't mind it in the slightest. Whether it was her hormones or not, also didn't matter to him. 
As far as he was concerned, as much grace as he extended to his women normally, Hope deserved ten times as much right now. 
Plus… like he had said before, he understood her perspective. 
It was one thing for her to make the conscious choice to be with him knowing that she might personally be neglected from time to time, but the calculation was very much different when children became involved. 
Ryu would never blame her for that. And likewise… he would never neglect his children. 
"Come. Let's take a stroll." 
Hope blinked. "But…" 
"They can wait." 
** 
The situation around the obelisk was beginning to grow more tense and people began to appear. Of course, for the time being, it looked as though there was no one at all. 
An endless black expanse surrounded a soft white glow and the world knew nothing but silence. 
However, from time to time, just the slightest of ripples would go out, so faint and immeasurable that if not for the sensitive senses of the powerful individuals here, no one would notice at all. 
Out of an abundance of caution, no one was eager to show themselves just yet. Who among them didn't know that what they were facing now was probably the most unprecedented event in history? 
The number of people that would come here, and from the powers that they would, could all only be said to be truly unfathomable. 
But… not everyone had such patience. 
"Since you're already here Phoenix King, why not make your presence known? It can't be that you're afraid?" 
The rumbling voice tore through the void. 
"Don't try to use me as your stepping stone, Qilin King. Turn your ire where it belongs and we'll see if your tone remains the same when the Dragon King arrives." 
A snort echoed like a clap of thunder. "That cowardly rat will likely not show up. He lacks any sort of grace or etiquette. Since this isn't a matter he can participate in, he has no interest in it." 
"Is that so?" 
The voice was even deeper, more rumbling. Even the gentle white glow trembled beneath its might. 
"Why are you asking questions as though I wouldn't say it to your face, you scaled rat. Come out and fight if you have the balls." 
The Dragon King didn't bother to respond. Even after he finished speaking, his voice continued to echo through the expanse. 
The Qilin King snorted again. "As expected, you didn't even show—." 
A claw tore through the void. 
What use did a Dragon have for talking when he could attack? 
Space tore into five, a claw wreathed in golden scales descending from above toward a seemingly inconspicuous location. 
A hoof took shape to meet it, flaming hairs jetting out from its ankles. 
BOOM! 
The skies shuddered and the hoof was almost blasted to pieces. 
"Watch your tone when you speak to me. I am of your father's generation, not yours. And in case you've forgotten… he's already died beneath my claw." 
The growl echoed through the expanse, carrying the undertones of Dragon's Roar. 
"Boastful bullshit!" The Qilin King roared, his bursting spatial shards into mirror worlds of fire. "My father didn't die at the hands of the likes of you. You cowardly, scaled rat!" 
The Dragon King didn't respond. This time, it was clear that it was because it was beneath him to take such action. 
All those present could tell that the Qilin King was right, the Dragon King hadn't appeared personally. But that was what made his attack all the more horrifying… 
Just how many worlds had that claw crossed? 
The shattered space the claw had formed rippled and then one dragon kin after another began to appear, an array of scaled colors adorning their bodies, but each no less radiant than the last. 
At the forefront, a young dragon with golden scales and one with delicate lavender scales roared into unison, their bodies intertwining in a serpentine dance as they soared out from the spatial tear. 
Even those not of the World of Dragons knew who they were. 
The current Dragon Prince and his Heiress, the Dragon Princess. 
Their bodies wound around one another until their large forms had completely exited the tunnel. 
They had an imposing momentum around them that was undeniable, but more oppressive than that was how their auras seemed to meld into one another. One of gold, the other of lavender, they formed the perfect shades of royalty together—a gorgeous golden violet that exuded a powerful majesty. 
The Dragons that came after them streamed in with an array of colors, their figures dancing through the skies and giving life to an otherwise dull atmosphere. 
For a moment, it seemed that the Dragon Race would snatch up all the momentum… 
Until the Qilin King growled. 
"Go." 
A hoof stomped down from above and yet another spatial tunnel was formed. Out from it, a young Qilin took a slow step. 
His scales were a reflective ruby, so bright that they truly seemed carved out from the gem. Each one also seemed coated in a reflective, glass-like texture, opening one up to a mirror world of flames dancing and flickering within. 
His mane was a beautiful white, his horns curling back and then up, piercing toward the dome of the skies. The mane seemed to be mostly hair in some lights, but then they became dancing flames of white. Beneath its reflections, even the young Qilin's scales seemed to become white from time to time. 
For a long while, the young Qilin seemed to be alone. But soon it, it became clear that this wasn't the case. Instead, it was because his presence was so overwhelming compared to the others that one couldn't help but forget them. 
The Qilin Prince had appeared. 
"Well, you had might as well go to." 
"And you as well." 
The Phoenix Princess descended, flames and feathers of bright pink, gentle blues, and ethereal violets coating her from head to toe. But unlike the others, she stepped down in human form, her large body wrapping around itself to reveal a young woman with beauty beyond what a few words could describe. 
Her skin was crystal clear, her hair a bed of feathers and flames. The curves of her body weren't exaggerated and she seemed quite petite in stature, but she was tall nonetheless, her long, slender legs drawing the sights of all. 
And then came the Griffin Princess. Her coat was a beautiful brown color, her wings carrying the soft tan of a warm, creamy cup of coffee. Faint accents of gold adorned her in just the right places, the tips of her wings, the reflective hues of her eyes, the crown of feathers that adorned her head… 
She didn't take human form, but it was easy to tell that if she cared to do so, her beauty would be no less than that of the Phoenix Princess. 
A snort came from the distance as a silvery streak passed through the skies. 
"Taking the form of a human. This is why you'll never amount to much." 
Silvery-gold lightning flashed and a Lightning Roc soared through the skies. 
The Roc Prince. 
The Phoenix Princess only smiled lightly. "I have no desire to marry any of you brutes. I would much rather find my prince among the humanoids…" 
A fanciful glint lit in her eyes. 
"Haha! Then why not me?" 
An imposing aura flourished.