Grand Ancestral Bloodlines - Chapter 1845: Holy Blessing

1845 Holy Blessing

Ryu soared into the skies, breaking out of the world and swallowing it whole. It quickly became a part of his Inner World and vanished into perpetuity… at least to those of the outside world.

At the same time, those that remained alive were spit out one after another, while all except one of the corpses were given the same exact treatment.

In that moment, countless shocked senses swept over the area, but before anyone could do anything, the skies trembled and the Heavens sang.

A pillar of golden light descended, and an apathetic Ryu was blessed by its light. He felt his bones and blood being purified and refined. The impurities that were hidden in his body were expelled and then quickly erased by the precious golden light.

This light was something all the surrounding experts had known about, but it had been too long since they saw anyone bask in it, let alone just a single person. This light was known simply as the Holy Blessing, named after the Holy World. It was known as one of the most precious blessings in the world because it was formed of pure Essence… or pure Chaos Qi depending on the target. What was especially shocking about this light was that it seemed to contain both.

Looking up into the skies, Ryu realized that he was going to be exposed for having Chaotic Silk Meridians if he didn’t do something, but he seemed to be just as calm as he had been before. Nothing could seem to move him from his baseline any longer.

As though a beast slowly awakening from slumber, his eyes began to brighten and their sharp silver returned.

Understanding was one matter. But allowing it to drag him down was a separate matter entirely. Were you still brave if you feared nothing? Could you be happy if you could never be sad? Could you struggle if everything was easy? What was the point of arrogance if everything came smoothly? What was the point of a journey if you were certain you’d always make it?

There was a fork in the road before him, and he could choose to either make the Ryu Tatsuya name mean something, or he could let it be washed into the annals of history just like all his lives before him.

He opened his mouth and roared to the skies. All the energy, much of which had been wasted into the environment around him, was sucked into his maw. He gave it no chance to be wasted, and as he stomped, soaring into the skies, any sense that others could gleam from this pillar was taken on entirely by him and him alone.

Thunder clapped and veins of gold tore through his body. Cracks began to appear in his skin, but his mind was so unprecedentedly focused that it seemed that no amount of pain or agony could possibly shake him.

The Holy Blessing… it was a form of Essence usage that unearthed the potential in someone’s body, helping them to tend toward perfection.

The trouble was that usually, this Blessing was shared between millions even in the rare instances that it was taken advantage of. And yet, somehow, in this case, the Holy World had designated that Ryu was the only one worthy.

Just a single drop of the energy in this pillar was enough to make most red with envy. Even if it was a Perfect Sky God Realm, or even a Transcended Sky God, it was said that a drop of this Blessing could help fix your foundations and strengthen them up to the True Sky God Realm. Even if it didn’t improve your cultivation, just this change alone would make you strong and lay a firmer foundation for future breakthroughs.

It was hard to put the value of such a thing into perspective.

The only drawback of this energy was that it could only be used for those with affinity for it. Meaning, it was now Blessing Ryu’s Ice and Darkness affinities, but it wasn’t touching anything else.

However, even so, how many had the number of affinities that Ryu did?

And now… just what did it mean for Ryu to absorb it all by himself…?

Didn’t that mean that rather than just a small boost to his foundation, he was instantly exploding to the theoretical limit the Heavens of his world set for the True Sky God Realm? Didn’t that mean that he would instantly become the strongest True Sky God in their entire history? Or at the very least, be equal to all the best that came before him?

Unfortunately for Ryu, and luckily for them, things weren’t so simple, and that was precisely because Ryu had so many affinities locked in his body. If he suddenly raised his Ice and Darkness to perfection, he would suppress his others and even throw them into disorder.

However, that didn’t mean that he was out of luck.

In fact, Ryu swallowed all of this energy, taking what he could to temper his body, and sending all of the rest to his Inner World. He didn’t drop even a single ounce of it.

When he was ready, he would swallow it whole. And as for what he could control now, he would.

Not only would this become the perfect center for him to perfect his comprehension of Ice and Darkness, but it would also still be there in the future for when he could absorb it.

It was the perfect ending and Ryu was the only winner.

He stood high in the skies and looked before him. Experts of the Fiends and Real Plane stood in separate camps, an eerie sort of truce between them. Similar scenes could be seen all throughout this world at every Holy World there was.

Both camps had a Dao Sovereign in command, and each had the ability to instantly transport a Dao God over should the situation call for it.

And just the same, both camps were staring at Ryu in shock before hostility flashed in both of their eyes.

The members of the Luminara Clan that managed to survive tumbled out of the skies, landing in a pitiful state.

Then, chaos broke out.