Grand Ancestral Bloodlines Chapter 2135

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The White Lion Patriarch’s own Fate reversed and triggered a backlash, almost ripping him to shreds from the inside out. 

The scope of uses for [Fate Reversal] now was far more versatile than it had ever been in the past, and the freedom to which Ryu could use it was truly mind-boggling. 

Not only could he transfer damage between enemies and allies, or vice versa, no longer restricted to using himself as a medium, he could also do things like this. 

In this case, the Patriarch had attempted to scry into Fate and suffered a tainting of his own as a result. Whenever one was dealing with Fate, there was an inherent danger that had to be considered. This so-called tainting was the most common, where threads of Fate not related to your own could mar and mutate one’s own. 

The results of this weren’t always predictable. In fact, it was accurate to go as far as to say that it was the exact opposite. 

All Ryu had done was manipulate this Fate so that the White Lion Patriarch’s attempt to keep it separate from his own failed miserably. The backlash almost killed him in a single blow, and now his chest was bleeding out. 

The only thing that could be heard in what was almost an endless silence was the wails of this very man’s son. 

This was a Dao God. And yet, he stood in the skies, his heavy blood leaving craters in the ground below as the Heavens seemed to weep. 

Ryu took a step forward, and as though pulling a book from a bookshelf, he reached ahead and plucked the Patriarch’s heart out of his chest. 

The White Lion Patriarch coughed, dense blood oozing out from his mouth, drizzling and pooling at his chin. 

Ryu tossed the man’s heart into the air and caught it as though he was playing with a ball. 

“Heavy.” He said casually. 

Standing there, Ryu was reminded of a legend… 

In this legend, it was said that after one died, one’s heart would be weighed against a feather. If it was lighter, you would ascend. If it was heavier, you would face eternal damnation. 

It was a nice tale, one that introduced children to the concept of karma and the importance of living a good life, because you never knew when you would have to pay for the sins you had committed while among the living. 

Of course… this matter would never have anything to do with Ryu. After all, this was the last life he planned on living. After separating himself from the Heavens to establish the path of his Inner World, he had lost the right to incarnate much like Hope and her people after their world was destroyed. 

Still, he couldn’t help but recall this matter now while holding onto his heart. 

He paused, a small breath of enlightenment massaging his mind as he seemed to grasp something. 

The entire world waiting on him as though nothing other than his thoughts mattered. But in reality, it was just that Ryu’s perception of time had been sped up considerably. 

Standing there, just a few seconds was already the equivalent of several days. 

After a long while, at least to him, Ryu finally looked up and met the haggard gaze of the White Lion Patriarch. 

This was a Dao God, after all. Even if Ryu plucked his head from his shoulders killing him wouldn’t be so easy, let alone a mere heart. 

As a Necromancer, the White Lion Patriarch had an exceptionally powerful soul, so one would need to destroy that first before even considering anything else. 

~Miii ~Miii 

A patting came from Ryu’s head as Little Gem appeared from nowhere. With a chuckle, Ryu just tossed the heart to her and she started nibbling away, somehow managing to not get the slightest bit of blood on Ryu’s hair or her pristine white fur. 

The brows of the White Lion Patriarch trembled. What kind of pain was it to watch one’s body being cannibalized right in front of you? 

He coughed, more blood coming from his mouth as he almost fainted from the anger. But every time he tried to move, it was like his body was restricted by something, like Fate itself was rejecting him. 

And that was precisely what was happening. 

If he had Ryu’s eyes, he would be able to see that the Lines of Fate around him had bound him, restraining the actions he could take. 

Foul Karma began to ooze out of him, curse lines appearing across his skin like complex chains that restrained his body even further. 

‘Fate really is quite versatile…’ 

There were no Fate techniques that Ryu could find for obvious reasons. If such a thing existed, it was almost certainly in the hands of someone exceptionally powerful. 

But Ryu honestly didn’t feel like he needed any references… the techniques he could form on his own would be enough to shock the world. 

This White Lion Patriarch might be useless, but he had given him many great ideas. 

The Phoenix Sky God was so powerful presumably because they controlled Life, Death, and Reincarnation. The number of worlds they had swallowed up was innumerable. 

But when the time came that Ryu could control Space, Time, and Fate with a flip of his palm… he wondered which of them would be more powerful. 

‘Me, of course.’ 

Little Gem finished up, licking at her small palms with a half arrogant, half adorable posture. She had a disposition that would make even the more imperial of cats feel inferior, yet she did so without feeling haughty. 

“Now, tell me.” Ryu said lightly. “Silent Quibus. Where is he?” 

The White Lion Patriarch quivered, and the more he hesitated, the more dangerous Ryu’s smile became. 

“I wonder… is your pain tolerance any better than your son? What merry sounds would the screams of two kin make?” 

“I think you’ve misunderstood something. Silent Quibus might be a disgusting bastard… but he is unable to make you suffer more than I can.”