Grand Ancestral Bloodlines Chapter 2242

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Ryu turned away from the Title as though he didn’t care for it at all. But the moment he saw it, he understood.

Grand Ancestral Bloodlines… wasn’t that something he used to hang his hat on? It was the name of the very Bloodlines that coursed within them.

But this Title… it was both the same and very different.

Iam had said it himself. His aim was different from Ryu’s own. His goal was to be a Ruin Master of ages, to honor the past in ways that the future didn’t seem capable of doing.

And wasn’t that exactly what Grand Ancestral Bloodlines were? Homages to a past lineage, a culmination of history, pain, and suffering in the way that few other things could.

Ryu had experienced it personally. Maybe many of the things that he had suffered through he would have never had to if his Bloodline had been different, had he been too weak for the Martial Gods to target, or even deeper… had his great-grandfather not been Primus but a much more benevolent man.

A Bloodline represented a lineage. A Grand Ancestral Bloodline represented the pinnacle of that. The word Ancestral was chosen for a very good and important reason. It was, at the core of its being, a call to the ones that came before yourself and all the hardship they had gone through to build up your talent to what it was.

The Fate that bound it, that moved it, that decided much of the path of its descendants… these were all things that were decided long ago, but they also held within them a story.

A story that Iam wanted to take and distill, to preserve in his own way.

Grand Ancestral Bloodline.

To embody that sort of Title, just what did it mean? To completely and fully understand the history of the most powerful to ever exist, the strongest across time, immortal from the infancy of the world down to its very end.

From the start, time and time again, the very same Bloodlines rose to the top. They had their hands on everything, and there wasn’t a single point in history that they hadn’t influenced in some shape or fashion.

It could be said that Iam was using this to tap into what he truly wanted… the secrets of history… the path to fixing the Heavens and creating the world he wanted from the start.

A world that understood what contentment was.

Ryu didn’t care.

Honestly speaking, he couldn’t describe just how little he cared even if he had all the time in the world—even if he turned back the dial to return to the very birth of the universe itself.

He didn’t care.

He was ecstatic.

It was no wonder he had killed the bastard. He deserved it.

But that much was fine. He would do it again, and again. And when the time came, he would sever his head and crush him to pulp for the second time.

Taking on such a Title and then pretending as though it made you mighty.

Ryu couldn’t help but laugh.

Complaining about power, and then relying on power to establish your Title. What a pathetic excuse for a man.

He had thought that Iam might be worth his Summon. But now, even if Iam appeared before him, bowing in deference, even with what was surely a huge upgrade in power, Ryu wouldn’t even give him a second glance.

That sort of man would be better off losing his head than continuing to stain the Title of cultivator and man itself.

It was about time he finished all of this.

Ryu reached out, and the Griffin Prince and Qilin Prince both were restrained. Since he was here, he might as well take them as well. It wasn’t as though Silent Quibus could control them anymore anyway.

Even before suffering this endless torture, Silent Quibus had been consumed by his own Heart Demon too much to even begin to control them properly.

Whether it was them or Shade, capturing them was as easy as flipping over a palm.

All of a sudden, the geniuses of a generation seemed to have all died or been captured by Ryu.

With slow steps, Ryu approached the Martial Gods that remained. Well… the three of them that did. Elena’s mother, her father, and her little brother.

All three of them were silent, corpses littered around them all. Blood that was both their own and not coated their bodies, but ultimately, it was clear that whatever arrogance they had once had was no longer there to be seen.

“What did we all learn today?” Ryu asked as though speaking to school-aged children.

He got no response. At least not from Xalvador, who looked like he was out for murder, or Aurelia, who had an expression as frosty as snow.

Instead, it was Barren who couldn’t control himself and lunged.

“I’ll kill you!”

Ryu waved a hand, slapping the top of his head. The kid’s face slammed into the ground below, only to feel Ryu’s foot on the back of his head.

“It seems that we haven’t learned anything at all. You know, when you’re not punished properly, it seems only natural that you’d still be so arrogant. You’re very lucky that my wife has a soft heart. You see, if I killed you, she would never complain because she knows your kind very well. But that wouldn’t stop her from feeling sad.

“At that point, what kind of husband would that make me?”

Ryu asked them as though he was really waiting for a response.

“So, at least for an annoying brat like you…”

Ryu reached a finger forward and the connection between Barren’s dantian and Meridians was severed.

A shriek came from the young man as he practically deflated like a balloon.

“Who knows, maybe if you’re on your best behavior, I might reattach it for you. But I wouldn’t hold your breath. I’m quite good at reading people.”

Ryu kicked him away and gave his parents-in-law a glance before vanishing.

When he appeared again, he was just on the other side of a barrier, staring at his wife.

Ailsa looked as though she had just gone through a rollercoaster of emotions. Tears stained her face, her hair was a mess, and her aura was nothing short of chaotic.

Ryu smiled. “What are you crying for? Aren’t I here?”