Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

2009  Is That So?

The chaos of the world didn't seem to have anything to do with Ryu. He enjoyed the body of his wives with a certain peace of mind that couldn't be described in just a few words.

Their delicate waists, their soft lips, the moistness of their folds. He indulged in a way that he hadn't in decades, as though he had forgotten just how much he enjoyed their touch and feel.

The outpouring of their souls caused them to connect one after another, and they gained a sense of comprehension for Fate and the mysteries it worked with.

Ryu had just spent decades comprehending the Path of Reincarnation and how it allowed such instantaneous travel, ignoring restrictions and making time seem like nothing more than a figment of one's imagination.

It was a profound application of Fate that relied on chaos. The game of choice that was life, the manipulation of the fundamental variables of the world.

The series of complex changes was enough to make one's head spin, and yet they felt like clay putty in Ryu's palms.

It was hard to pin down exactly what the Path of Reincarnation did, and how it was able to fix everything. It felt like a blanket solution, but the truth was that it wasn't exactly like that.

What was the purpose of the Path of Reincarnation? The key to everything was this.

The Fey only wanted to use the simplest function, that being the capability of instantaneous travel across Existence.

Although there were much deeper levels to it, Ryu didn't need to touch upon them either. Just this level alone, should he remain a Transcended for the rest of his time, would take a lifetime for him to tease apart and comprehend.

To make a complicated matter simple, all Ryu had really done was use the Path of Reincarnation to allow Ailsa to shift out of her bindings. The moment her restrictions lost hold of their target, they shattered, and she was able to slip away.

And now that she was free, she was able to unleash a carnage and pent-up fury that had been stifling her chest for a very long time.

…

Dao God Shy felt like there was a hand pierced through his chest, squeezing down on his heart. It didn't matter what level Dao God you were, or where you were located in this world. So long as you were in this Real or Chaos Plane, you could feel it…

The sheer gap between her and everyone else.

It felt hard to fathom that a Dao God could even have this power. In fact, it was hard to imagine that even one of her Summons could have this strength.

Ailsa stood high in the air, her golden hair fluttering and her crimson eyes piercing through everything. It was as though there wasn't a single location in the world that was anything more than a single step away from her.

Whether it was Fiends or Fey, they all died in droves. It was a genocide on a scale that even these cultivators, who had grown up bathing in blood, simply couldn't wrap their heads around.

And the worst part was that it was completely unnecessary.

She could have just summoned one. If she felt like she was on a time crunch, summoning a dozen or so would have been enough.

There was simply no need for her to summon thousands like she did. And even now, she didn't seem satisfied in the slightest. It was like the world owed her something as she unleashed her destruction.

Ailsa waved a hand, and the False Shrine that had been stored away in the God Grade world rose to her palm.

It radiated with a blinding light, but it didn't seem to have a particular affinity to it like the others did. If one didn't know better, it would be easy to mistake it for a normal lighthouse used to guide mortals in the night instead of such a powerful treasure.

However, it was probably one of the most valuable False Shrines in Existence, and it was certainly something that couldn't be easily destroyed…

Yet…

Ailsa barely tapped it.

BANG!

The rainbow wall shuddered and then practically accelerated backward.

In droves, Holy Worlds that had been under the control of the Chaos Plane were transferred back to the Real Plane, and the advantage the Fiends had in the war was reversed all at once.

Fiends that were stuck in an in-between state found themselves suppressed, having suddenly gone from thinking themselves to be in the Chaos Plane to being stuck in the Real Plane all of a sudden.

But this was only the surface issue.

The retreat of the Chaos Plane was only one factor. And even more shocking was the fact that now, crossing between the Real and Chaos Planes wasn't nearly so easy.

The ease of doing this crossing was nothing more than an illusion allowed by the formation of False Shrines. But now that they had lost three of their cores, this formation couldn't be used so easily any longer.

As such, it was no longer so easy to cross this barrier. The only ones that could do it now were supreme experts, or…

Someone with Chaotic Silk Meridians.

Suddenly, the Real Plane had taken complete control of the situation. Or rather… Ailsa had.

She was a one-woman wrecking ball, and everywhere her Summons appeared, they killed with impunity.

Blood flowed in rivers until she appeared high above the location of the Sun and Moon Clans. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The region looked straight out of a painting, a wall of blue cold and red hot forming swirling colors in the air as their auras clashed and yet remained in an odd balance with one another.

At that moment, several powerful, but solemn auras shot into the skies. Whether it was the Moon or Sun Clans, they both had three Peak Dao Gods each. And at this point… it was simply impossible for them not to appear.

Dao God Light Ray. Dao God Sparkling Dawn. Dao God Erupting Pulse.

Dao God Frosted Edge. Dao God Blue Moon's Radiance. Dao God Silent Chill.

No matter which of them it was, their names could cause the world to shudder in terror. These were Peak Dao Gods, the overlord existences of the Real Plane.

There were only seven such existences in total on the Real Plane, at least in the eyes of the public. And an entire six of them were concentrated in the hands of the Fey.

However, not a single one of them could do anything but show a solemn expression in the face of Ailsa. They couldn't even muster up any hard words to speak, even if for no other reason than to save face.

It was like they were cats with their tails firmly clamped down. They didn't dare to move or even speak for fear that the pain constricting their limbs would only increase.

For some, their fists were even trembling within their robes, the solemnity between their brows deep.

However, this sort of stalemate could only last for so long. Especially when Ailsa raised her hand and seemed to be about to attack without a single word.

In the end, it was Dao God Silent Chill who forced himself to speak first.

He was the most slender and unassuming of the Peak Dao Gods present, and his voice had a gentleness to it that could have almost made one mistake him for a woman in the right context.

"Dao God Tatsuya, I can understand if you're angry, but do keep in mind how all of this began in the first place. Killing us will do you no good. We've been aware for a long time that we are no match for you."

Ailsa's hand didn't lower, but to their surprise, she actually spoke.

"Is that so? You've been aware? Are you sure about that?"

Dao God Silent Chill wanted to speak again, only for his eyes to widen in terror when he noticed that his lower half had suddenly vanished.

He had no idea how it had happened; he hadn't even felt any pain at all. Somehow, the fact that there was no pain made it all the more horrifying, especially as slow droplets of blood began to tick and drip down, falling toward the ground in heavy thuds.

The blood of a Dao God couldn't be shed so easily, and yet here it was, falling down to the ground, causing rivers to flow with a single drop and forming valleys with a single collision.

Dao God Silent Chill trembled from head to toe.

"I don't remember the posture of people who knew they were beneath me at all. Why is that?" Ailsa asked lightly.

Her tone was filled with an edge of darkness, one so cold they almost felt like they had lost control of their bodies to shivering. The constant feeling of a knife twisting into her chest and gut made her more and more infuriated with every second that ticked by.