Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 1846 Where?

1846 Where?

Ryu stood high in the skies, and in the instant the Holy Blessing pillar vanished, it was as though the entire world had turned its attention to him. The change was immediate, and the number of suffocating auras was frightening.

All at once, qi exploded in the air and space warped and twisted. It was like both sides wanted to crush Ryu in their midst.

On the one hand, the Fiend Race was already wary of Ryu and didn't want to see his rise, while on the other, the Luminara felt that their faces had been slapped. Seeing the state of the Luminara Clan people on the ground, how could they not be infuriated?

And yet, Ryu didn't seem to react to this matter at all. He continued standing high in the skies, the qi around him unable to touch him as though a barrier had been formed.

There was a certain brightness in his gaze now that hadn't been there before. Or, at the very least, hadn't been there minutes before. He seemed to have become a different man, and yet the same man.

He stood there and carried a depth and profoundness that was hard to fathom, one that couldn't be touched, and many couldn't even sense. Maybe only those with the sharpest of senses and minds could ever see through his depths.

'Where are you, Ailsa?'

He wondered, his eyes looking up into the skies, but it was as though Ailsa had vanished. In fact, he had a feeling that she had paid a great price just to have her voice echo in his mind. There was a reason that she had only ever managed to repeat his name twice, and even with her appearance, it was nothing more than a pair of eyes.

The eyes were the window to the soul, so it was probably the only part of her that she could show him even with the attempt.

But his Ailsa was still Ailsa. She was, indeed, the best guide he could have. Even with so little to work with, she still managed to show him the path forward. It seemed that he would just have to thicken his face and accept the favor this time around. But in the end, she was his wife. If he couldn't accept a favor from her, then who would he accept it from?

That said, it was still a reminder for him.

Ailsa was likely in this world, or else she wouldn't be able to sense him. In that case, it had to be a situation where she was near, yet somehow far.

There was only one place that could be: a Holy World.

That would explain why Ryu couldn't sense her. His senses weren't sharp enough for that because she was technically both not in another world, and yet in another world at the same time.

If she stepped out of that Holy World, he would be able to sense her immediately, but the fact that he couldn't, but she could likely meant that not only was she stuck in that Holy World, either by responsibilities or something more sinister, but there should also be problems in the outside world that she was facing, or else her senses wouldn't be stretched so far.

Even as a Dao God, the only reason that Ailsa sensed him despite being cut off from this world should be because she was overextending herself. She was definitely trying to pay attention to the happenings in the outside world and her Holy World at the same time.

This could all be boiled down to a single thing: his wife was having her own troubles.

That was already enough for Ryu to be infuriated, but he should have known already. When he saw Ailsa last time, she was in the middle of leading an army. And now that he thought about it, he had assumed those characters to be Demons before, but that was only because he had never heard of the Fiend Race.

If they were indeed the Fiend Race, then that would explain everything. Ailsa was likely at the critical point of a battle over a God Grade Holy World. Or maybe, that place was always at a critical point.

Compared to a True Grade Holy World, a Holy World that Dao Gods could enter was so valuable that it was hard to fathom the kind of effect victory would have. It could be said that the clearance of just one of these worlds would result in a complete flip of the situation.

Either the Fiends would become the definite and inevitable winners, or the Real Plane would flip the situation on its head.

Now, it seemed that this world that he had been sent to contained not just one wife he had to rescue, but two.

A snort echoed in Ryu's ear and he couldn't help but laugh into the skies.

Despite the price she had to pay, it seemed that his wife was still infuriated enough to take enough time to snort like that. It seemed that she was dissatisfied with his thoughts. He was just a puny little True Sky God, how could he possibly save her? In fact, wasn't she the one who had just saved him?

Even so, Ryu's laughter was like a clap of thunder. The skies roared and raged, and the qi that seemed like it would swallow him up at any time twisted and shattered.

It looked as though he was the true master of a world, and that was maybe because he was. The improvement to his Inner World was not small.

His Inner World was technically stronger than the Holy World he had just conquered. But the problem was that it lacked the weight and foundation of a real world.

After absorbing such a foundation, even if it was just at the True Grade, it had skyrocketed in quality and presence.

In addition to this, the separation and contradictory oneness of Ryu's souls made him feel like he was on top of the world.