Grand Ancestral Bloodlines Chapter 1823

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1823 Soared

In that moment, Ryu’s Ice Spirit Body had elevated beyond his Fire and Lightning Spirit Bodies, raising to a level of being one with nature, where his body was larger than just his body alone and instead embodied the elements.

Not only could he casually fuse into like elements, but he could clone himself nigh endlessly so long as he had the mental capacity and enough of his element to do so.

It was then that people realized that there wasn’t just one Ryu anymore, but dozens of them. And each and every one looked perfectly identical to the other.

When he began to unleash his truest carnage, the army couldn’t seem to fight back at all, nor did he hold back. He seemed to have completely disregarded consequences, reaping the lives of Spirituals, Fey, and Naturals as though they weren’t backed by Dao Gods.

No one lasted more than a single strike, every one of his blade whirlwinds unleashing hellish carnage. And as he fought, rather than growing tired, he only seemed to become fiercer and fiercer.

At some unknown point, blue flames began to dance across his body, and his clones became more lifelike, more real.

At that moment, his Ice Spirit Body awakened to the Ice Flame… or, as it was truly known… The Life Flame.

His Spirit Bodies could always absorb the elements to heal themselves, but it was an ability that Ryu had mostly ignored. That was because the healing factor was too inferior, and did he really need such healing anymore now that he had Embryonic Qi?

But at this moment, he felt a different sort of healing altogether. It was like even his mind itself was being resurrected, pulling the ice element in from the surroundings and bolstering his Focus Qi.

This matter was shocking because it was something that even Embryonic Qi couldn’t do!

What did it mean to be a spirit…

Ryu battled with a cool ease, his eyes almost unfocused as he reaped lives as though he was mowing grass.

High in the skies, the twins were panicking somewhat because they couldn’t tell which one was the real Ryu. If they could, they would have long since attacked.

They had never heard of a Human awakening a Spirit Body, that alone was already ridiculous.

But to not only awaken it, but to form a Lord Spirit Body on top of that…

In their entire Clan, there were only a handful who could boast such achievements.

Just what kind of monster was this human?!

They realized that they couldn’t just sit in the skies and hope that things would turn out better. If they didn’t take action now, then not only would the entire army be wiped out, but in the end, even they might end up in danger as well.

“Move together!” Vespa said.

Vespera followed after her brother, and their resonance caused the moon in the skies to shine even brighter.

Both pulled out white-silver swords, a red embroidered pouch fluttering on the end of a crimson rope tied to the end of their hilts.

The swords weren’t large, having blades just under a meter long and a width just shy of three fingers, but they carried a menacing chill nonetheless.

They appeared before one of the clones, expecting to deal with them one by one, but what actually happened shocked them.

All the clones vanished at once and just a single Ryu was left standing there as though he had been waiting for them all along and couldn’t be bothered to play any tricks.

His great swordstaffs curved through the air, and he attacked with a menacing sort of swiftness.

His blades seemed to embody the vicissitudes of times, reflecting the heart as clear as a mirror, and guiding his strikes rather than him guiding them.

Every stroke was one of genius, and the twins found themselves on their back foot almost immediately.

Ryu parried Vespa’s sword to the side with a glancing blow. It looked like a sweeping strike that was cutting from a downward position toward the skies, and yet it met Vespa’s trajectory perfectly, repelling him to the side.

At the same time, his second swordstaff seemed to be controlled by a second person, thrusting out thrice in quick succession toward Vespera.

DING! DING! DING!

Vespera was forced back three steps as she held onto her sword with both hands, frantically blocking.

But by that time, Ryu’s second great swordstaff had already cut downward, slashing at Vespa again.

He fluidly moved as though he had countless minds, every one of his strokes putting the twins on their backfoot. If not for the support of the formation and their unique Bone Structure, it seemed that they would have already fallen.

They grit their teeth and unleashed a roar. The red pouches on the end of their swords gained a golden rune, and suddenly, their swords, and then their bodies fused into one.

They grew a head taller than Ryu, their faces covered by a white-silver mask and their power skyrocketing.

The aura of the Dao reached the Lower Ancient Grade, their strength seemed about to spill over into the Perfect Sky God Realm, and at the same time, their blade seemed to have doubled in length, being a two-meter-long, smoothly curving, white-silver katana.

Without a second thought, they swung out with all their might.

Ryu crossed his great swordstaffs before himself, his silver gaze flashing as he felt their strength. His wrists trembled, and his eyes narrowed.

He had already seen through the grades of their strength, but it seemed that there was something more to it than just that. It couldn’t just be the formation alone; he had killed too many of the people supporting it.

The trio exchanged a flurry of blows, each clash causing sparks to fly and cracks to appear in the air as space was frozen over.

The limit of this world was the True Sky God Realm, so even the likes of them could break much of those limits.

Ryu’s gaze flashed, and for the first time, he showed a hint of emotion on his face.

A wild grin spread across his lips.

“Come die.”

BANG!

His aura soared.