Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Ryu streaked through the skies, his mood feeling light. It had been a long time since he felt that he had the strength to protect himself properly, and now that he could, it made his heart feel as clear as a mirror. The air felt fresher and the skies seemed brighter. 

Right at this moment, Ryu didn't have any solid goals. He would like to find things that could strengthen himself and speed up the process of unsealing his eyes, but the odds that he would find another Ruin of the caliber of the one left behind by Flowing Frost was highly unlikely. 

His luck was good, but it definitely wasn't that good. 

In that case, he should try to take this as a training exercise with the aim of helping Little Silk to reach her full potential. So long as he helped Little Silk to return to the Eleventh Order, or the World Sea Realm equivalent for beasts. If he succeeded, then he and Little Silk would have around the same battle prowess, though a Sovereign Grade Beast was probably a half tier stronger than a Sovereign Class genius of the same level. 

If Ryu wanted to do this, he would have to find the greatest concentrations of yin on the Second Heaven, but doing this would also put him in an… interesting situation. This is because there was a high likelihood that such regions were under the control of Jenneless' Sect which could potentially put Ryu right in the line of fire. 

A smile curled Ryu's lip into a sneer. Right now, he had no need to run away from Jenneless. In fact, he would welcome her ire with open arms. He would show her that that lesson he taught her back then was just the tip of the iceberg. 

Ryu zoomed through the skies, landing in a convenient city and teleporting toward his destination. 

The Second Heaven was easily tenfold, if not more, larger than the First Heaven. Travelling via normal means, even though he was quite fast using flying sword methods, it would still take him years to travel across this region via normal means. 

Most couldn't afford to travel around so freely, but money wasn't a big matter to Ryu at all. Although the wealth left behind by the Frost Clan was just a fraction of what their wealth had once been, it was more than enough to be a Tycoon beneath the Fourth Heaven. 

In addition, even if Ryu ran out of money, he still had methods of creating his own Qi Stones and Chaos Qi Stones, a method he had yet to have to rely on. With his Meridians having returned to the Ancestral Grade, the quality of Qi Stones he could create would cause a clamor on the Second Heaven. There might not even be enough wealth here to trade with him. 

… 

Ryu stepped out of the teleportation platform, a chilling wind wrapping around him. 

Many gazes landed on him when he did, their expressions flickering between respect and ridicule. But those with the latter expressions didn't last long as they saw Ryu's expression remain indifferent. Very quickly, even those gazes turned to respect as well. 

Who didn't know about the frigid cold in this region? Some people thought that just a shield of qi would be enough to last, but would panic when the cold seeped into their Meridians and they turned into ice statues. 

This happened quite often. There were even some individuals who took up posts in nearby restaurants to watch and laugh about it. 

Most in the region had to wear very special beast furs or protective items to protect against the cold. The only individuals who didn't need to do so were almost considered to be the nobles of this region. Such individuals had talents that either allowed them to resist this cold or become one with this cold, the latter of which was far more respected. 

It was clear that Ryu wasn't doing anything to resist the cold, clearly he was a member of this latter group. What was the most shocking was the fact that he wasn't even using qi at all. He simply allowed the cold qi to dance across his skin. 

What was most shocking was the fact that he was just in the Immortal Ring Realm. Usually, even when one had a great amount of talent, you had to have a corresponding amount of strength to make it look so easy. 

Ryu swept a gaze through the crowd but didn't say much. 

With a hop, he stepped onto his great swordstaff and shot toward the snowy mountain caps in the distance. He wanted to battle. 

The crowd in the surroundings could only silently watch him leave. It wasn't until he was already gone that it suddenly hit them that Ryu had actually just flown. 

Cities in the lower Heavens didn't usually have no flying rules since only Sky Gods could do so anyway, so it was too rare for them to see such a scene. 

Within the crowd, there was an individual, though, who was less like the wowed crowd and much calmer. But even so, their brows had furrowed. 

This wasn't an individual that Ryu knew of, but they were from a Sect that he would have heard of, the very same Sect of Jenneless, the Carving Ice Sect. 

The frown of this individual only became more concentrated when he saw the direction that Ryu was headed in. It seemed that a variable had appeared. 

… 

Ryu immediately sensed the gaze on him, his Void Spiritual Sense locking onto the individual with a far sharper gaze than the others. However, even after taking note of this, he didn't turn back, his speed becoming even faster as he zoomed into the mountain range. 

Maybe this place would be more interesting if someone had already taken notice of him. It was time for him to let loose a bit. 

When Ryu came above the endlessly snowy and vast wilderness, he began to freefall from the skies, his white hair whipping wildly behind him. 

Down below, a white furred bear beast with icicles for claws looked up, only to release a billowing roar.