Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 2151 Send

Chapter 2151  Send

Ryu leaned over, picking the Dragonling up by his neck. He looked at him for a moment.
This sort of injury would instantly be fatal to any mortal, but a Dao Lord had far more vitality than just this.
Of course, this wasn't because Ryu wanted to spare him. Instead, it was because he wanted to complete a live refinement.
As he had said… was there a better place in the world to build his corpse puppet army?
He had no intentions of using them for this battle, but very soon, he just might need them.
He could smell something over the horizon.
A sneer curled Ryu's lip and a swirl of dark space swallowed up the near-corpse in his hand, sealing it away in his Inner World. At the same time, he took the opportunity to pull the Fate that the Dragonling had gathered into himself.
Normally, he would need to kill to do this. But with Ryu's level of control… he could just take it in the case of the target being too weak or too out of it to fight back.
A surge of power filled Ryu as the world around him felt less restrictive and more inviting to him.
He took a breath and realized something else at that moment.
Part of what had taken him so long to decipher what was happening with the Ruins was because the world wasn't listening to him. In fact, it was actively fighting back against him.
Ryu took a step and shot into the skies. With his near Fate, the range of his [Third Perspective] had expanded considerably and in a brief instant, he scanned the entire region.
"Mm, there are still a few. But none worth turning into corpse puppets."
Although he wanted to accumulate quite a number, it would be useless if their talents were worthless. They had to at least be of some interest to him, and if they hadn't lasted even this long with only the Dragonling hunting them down, they weren't worth much of anything.
Ryu had only been out of it for three hours, but they were all scurrying around like cowardly rats. It was needless to say that if none of them were worthy of being a corpse puppet, none of them were worthy of being a Summon either.
With a gentle tap at the air, Ryu attacked across a large distance, space becoming nothing more than a worthless construct to him as he drilled holes through their bodies, snatching away their Fate.
Eventually, he had accumulated enough and took another step, appearing near a barrier.
This speed should be about right. There should be new challenges waiting for him on the other side of this barrier.
…
"Something has gone wrong."
A voice echoed through an endless darkness, however silence greeted it. If one person had sensed it, it was needless to say that they had all sensed it. Rather than clarifying what they were talking about, they instead got to the crux of the matter.
"Our methods have been discovered? Or is it a coincidence?"
"It's impossible for it to be a coincidence."
"Then what should we do?"
"We are too close. We can't allow things to continue like this. Too much is riding on the success of this matter."
"Send Iam?"
Silence fell once again.
Sending in a Dao God was… troublesome for several reasons that Ryu had already seen through. While it was possible, you just might be cosigning the death of a talent.
A weak Dao God would be shredded apart by the geniuses of the Lord Realm just for the foolish attempt of stepping in. So it was impossible for them to send one of those.
The only way was to send someone powerful enough to actually be capable of playing this game of Fate.
But in such a case… they would be sacrificing one of their own talents.
"Iam is very close to reaching that level."
"Close is relative. It's a matter of billions of years even now. Although this is a short time to us, our plans will bear fruit long before that. We are working on orders of centuries at most, he will not be useful to us."
The reasoning was obvious.
If Iam took so long to complete this objective, then he obviously wouldn't be useful for the penultimate moment. And by the time he did complete that step, their plan would have either already long succeeded or long failed. At that point, Iam would either be dead, or adding a cherry to a sundae that already had one.
On the other hand, if he entered that world now, and managed to wade through the tsunamis of suppression he would face as a Dao God of not only that level of power, but also one that had long formed his Dao Title already, then he might be able to move up the timeline by a substantial degree.
If that gamble paid off, then they would be benefitting in two ways. Not only would they gain an extra bid of power right as the penultimate moment approached, but they would also stave off whatever threat was targeting them from within the Title Stele world.
"Send him."
"Send him."
"Send him."
They all unanimously agreed, their voices calloused and brewing with an ancient air as though they had already long since lost any semblance of their humanity.
To them, the life of such an otherwise valuable Dao God was akin to a drop in the bucket.
When that moment came, such a Dao God would be nothing more than canon fodder.
It was time for Iam to decide whether he would sink or swim on his own.
…
"The Ruin Master Guild has just made an odd move…"
Silent Quibus stood over a pile of corpses. This sort of scene was normal given the situation. But given Silent Quibus' standing, one could imagine that his pile of corpses was far from the norm.
And that couldn't have been more true in this situation.
A couple curled in a fetal position by a tree to the side, their intestines intertwining around one another in a knot that formed a grotesque heart.
To another side, a man hanging upside down from a tree had his private parts stuffed into his own mouth. The tip exited out a hole in his throat while its sack hung over his nose and forehead.
To yet another side, a woman had her breasts cut off, forced to hold up their bleeding lumps of flesh in her palms in death. She sat frozen in shock, her mouth opened in horror, a curved blade mark across her lips and cheeks making it look like she was laughing her way into the afterlife.
One grotesque scene after another played out, each one like a unique flash into a world of horror. Silent Quibus never repeated the same torture twice as though his mind was like an endless well of darkness and brutality.
However, right now, he was staring up into the skies as though he was scrying the future… and in truth, it wasn't too different.
What was Ryu's advantage in this world? Was it not the fact he had Embryonic Qi?
The Fate Qi in this world felt like a quasi version of his Embryonic Qi, allowing him to freely wield and control it.
But what was the other side of Embryonic Qi… if not Corpse Poison?
A pulsing blackness rose from the corpses around Silent Quibus, mixing into the milky whiteness before pouring into his body. However, even while this was happening, the Quibus Faerie still seemed to be quite distracted, his thoughts still running through several simulations.
'This might be dangerous… The organization gave me a task to kill this Ryu Tatsuya as though I wasn't already going to. Apparently, a talent they were looking forward to raising was taken away and turned into a corpse puppet… but now there's this extra variable…'
The organization was not happy about this at all. Normally, they never worried about such a thing because turning their own into Corpse Puppets was like seeking one's own death. The Corpse Poison would kill even Dao Gods during the refinement process.
But somehow, Ryu had managed to not only kill him, but also succeed in refining him.
Now, their methods were in the hands of an outsider, and this was obviously not something that could be allowed.
Silent Quibus sneered. 'They were willing to ruin my future just for their sake of their little petty revenge. They could have never guessed that I had begun preparing to enter the Title Stele world long ago. When I step out of here, I will be ready to reach that step in a single bound. I'll see if they still dare to order me around…'
Despite his arrogant thoughts, Silent Quibus became several points more cautious. If the Ruin Master Guild was making a move too, his path ahead might not be so smooth.
He waved a hand and a crimson steed appeared. Its stomach was cut open, its intestines twisting with blackened chains.
A fiendish light sparked in its eyes as it immediately bit at Silent Quibus.