Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Thirteen trembling Immortal Rings of Dark Gold, each ten meters in size manifested themselves. At that instant, the hood of Ryu's cloak was blown off, revealing a face of marked indifference. 

He pointed his finger down toward Fidroha. The action couldn't have been more casual, his breathing any more steady. As wild as the winds were around him, even they might as well have been a soothing spring breeze, gently blowing against him without a hint of animosity or rage. 

Before anyone could react, Fidroha was frozen. Ryu didn't seem to have done anything before she collapsed to the ground, sitting in a puddle of her own piss and sweat. 

Ryu retracted his finger and shook his head. What a waste of time, it wasn't even worth the energy. All he had done was point at her and yet her mind completely collapsed. He wouldn't be surprised if her cultivation never progressed even a step for the rest of her pitiful life. 

Ryu ignored Fidroha, stepping toward the portal that hovered in the skies. It was safe to say that his nonchalant actions infuriated a lot of people, many of whom wanted to rush into the skies after him, but not many that dared. 

The appearance of Ryu's Immortal Rings only seemed to make the spatial qi in the surroundings even more volatile. Most knew that if they charged up in a fit of rage, they would just die. But, this made it even harder for them to understand how it was Ryu seemed to be able to stroll through the skies without a hint of worry. 

They could only watch as Ryu slowly approached the portal. His gait was slow and deliberate, each and every one of his steps being measured and filled with purpose. It almost felt like he was moving slowly on purpose, ensuring that all of them knew that he was here and that he had nothing to hide. 

He was Ryu Tatsuya. Who did he have to hide from? 

At that moment, the elders of the Cloaked Dagger Sect could no longer hold back. A rain of several well concealed knives shot into the skies, each with the expressed intent of killing Ryu. 

They all rose at varying speeds. But, no matter how one looked at it, it was as though all the paths of advance and retreat had been cut off. There was absolutely nothing that Ryu could do to escape such a fate. And yet… That was exactly what he did… Nothing at all. 

Ryu continued to walk as though he hadn't seen a single thing, his gait just as unhurried, his pace just as unmoved. It was like he was in his own world, like the spatial qi around him had truly shipped him to another space. 

However, it was felt that no amount of acting nonchalant would get him out of this situation… Until that was exactly what happened. 

The daggers never even managed to touch Ryu. In fact, they didn't even manage to enter a ten meter radius of him. He simply continued to walk forward as though nothing had happened as they were all deflected away by the volatile spatial qi. 

If Ryu wanted, with a simple thought, he could eradicate everyone in this city. There wasn't a single soul here that could stop him. 

It had to be remembered that his [Ephemeral Tapestry] wasn't just about seeing qi in colors. If it was just this, how utterly useless would the ability be in most situations? It was more precisely a mutation resulting from a synergy of Ryu's Ice Jade Crystal Body and his Heavenly Pupils. 

His Heavenly Pupils granted him sight and his Ice Jade Crystal Body granted him control!

Not only could Ryu see these spatial blades hanging around him, with his [Ephemeral Tapestry], his Immortal Rings and the spatial affinity granted to him by his Heavenly Pupils, he could control them on a whim. 

Those below should take his inaction as a sign of benevolence. 

Ryu appeared before the portal, just a single step from entering. It was exactly at that moment that a booming shout came from below. 

"HALT!"

Interested in what this person might be saying, Ryu paused. Or, at least that was what it seemed like. But, maybe only Ryu himself knew the truth of why he had done so. 

The person who spoke was an older man from the Varra Clan. Their standing stood at the same level as Meralda's Dugo Clan and they were one of the eight Clans of Gold Leaf City. 

"We are fully aware of your identity! Even if you enter the Legacy World and make some gains, do you believe that you can so casually partake in the belongings of the Martial Gods! The moment you take a single step out, you will die!"

Ryu didn't speak for a long while. In truth, he wasn't even really listening as he continued to observe something curious that caught his attention far more than this. 

Many believed that he had been caught. That was right, who cared if he entered. How long had the Martial Gods been planning this, did he think that they would just let anyone enter just because? 

Ryu suddenly shook his head, snapping away. Finally, he seemed to register the words of the old man. 

"Your information is out of date." Ryu replied plainly. 

Before anyone could reply or even begin to, Ryu took a step forward, vanishing. 

Down below many were stunned, but amongst one particular group, a young woman was so excited that she was caught between flushing red, shouting out, covering her mouth, and flooding her cheeks with tears all at the same time. 

Yaana was so thrilled she almost jumped up and down and squealed. If it wasn't for her usually shy and reserved personality, she would have already done exactly that. 

That was Ryu, she was sure of it. She had finally caught up to him after all this time. At one point, she was an old lady at her death's door, believing that she would never see him again. But now she was here so close to being in the same world as him.