Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Ryu's gaze narrowed. 

"Ryu!"

Yaana's expression changed wildly. Ryu suddenly found himself hugging air as her body vanished, turning around and appearing several meters ahead to block the path of False Sky God Gione. 

'Dammit!'

Ryu felt like banging his head against the wall. What was he going to do with this girl? Why would she do something so foolish? 

A flicker of rage sparked within Ryu. In one moment, it was nothing more than a fleeting thought. In the next, it became a fiery tempest of fury, the roar of a Dragon manifesting from the beating of his heart. 

There was something about the view of Yaana's back to him now that triggered something within him. He knew he had a method to deal with this, he knew that there was still a better than 50% chance he would be able to survive, however the moment Yaana had moved, she made things several times more complicated. 

And yet, he wasn't infuriated with her in the slightest. 

He held a deep seeded hatred for this False Sky God Gione standing before him. He held a tempest of rage for True Sky God Arcus. And, most of all, he hated himself for not being able to lift just a single finger to erase them both from existence. 

A violent Dragon's Might surged into the surroundings. But, as quickly as it appeared, it evolved into something far more menacing and extreme. 

An illusory coat of furious red dragon scales hovered above Ryu's skin. Illusory red wings spread to his back and an illusory tail extended from his tail bone. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to be protected from head to toe in a qi armor shaped into the form of a dragon, even to the point his head was adorned with an elaborate helmet fitted with a crown of bones that formed two prominent horns and several lesser ones. 

Despite everything that was happening, Ryu didn't seem to notice it at all. He had been controlling his fury for so long, tempering it down, not unleashing his full force, even appearing in the den of his greatest enemy and doing nothing more than taking out a few measly children. 

He met with his grandmother, and she told him to control himself. He met his grandfather, and he told him to control himself. He spoke with himself, and even his own mind told him to control himself. 

He was done with it all. 

"I'm going to rip you limb from limb."

Ryu's voice no longer sounded like his own. 

It was so deep that it rumbled like a quaking mountain. It was so rough that it seemed to be tearing into one's ear drums. It was so dense with murderous intent that many hearts stopped beating entirely, never to restart once more. 

False Sky God Gione tore through the skies, his speed so furious that a blazing trail of split space followed him like some sort of warped cape that could reap lives with a single touch. His face was the picture of fury and his gaze had boiled over into a fiery crimson. It was no longer possible to distinguish between his irises and the whites of his eyes, too many of his blood vessels had popped. 

He was so lost in his own revenge that he didn't even register Ryu's words. What might have been a shock to anyone else was nothing more than wind by his sails. He dove down without regard, his gaze not even locking onto Yaana. 

So long as he continued on this trajectory, the young woman before him would be blasted to shreds. For someone so much weaker than him, he didn't even have to launch an attack. Them getting in the way of his charge was more than enough to reap their lives tens of times over. 

However, he hadn't realized just how much Ryu meant his words. 

By this point, Ryu's gaze was glowing like two torches. There was no longer any restriction on his Pupils, nothing hiding them from the world, no ethereal cover or Chaos Qi fluctuations… There was nothing but the unbridled strength of the number one ranked Heavenly Pupils in all of existence. 

The Mysteries of Heaven and Earth. 

"<Fate Reversal>."

Ryu's words were like the call of the Reaper. It was laced with such a deathly intent that the city constructs around him wilted and withered, his will taking such corporeal form that it manifested into the world, burning everything around him to ashes. 

The Gears of Fate began to shift and quake. 

If one looked into Ryu's eyes and past the blinding silver light they were emitting, it would be possible to see an endless starry sky as though the depths of the universe themselves were hidden within him. 

In that moment, the world lost its color. The stars dimmed, and the qi in the surroundings seemed to all vanish at once. 

BANG!

Booms began to emit from Ryu's body. His bones popped and crackled, his inner organs reset and set themselves, his heart boomed and his blood surged like tides. 

The endless and violent pain he had suffered through for an entire year vanished in the blink of an eye. 

His cultivation soared. 

Ryu could feel his body's strength surging through the Blood Tempering Realm. His crimson blood began to pulse with bronze lights, growing heavier and heavier. Soon, flakes of Rose-Bronze began to appear within it, growing denser and denser with each passing moment. 

BANG!

The bronze lights reached a tipping point, spilling over and becoming silver. Delicate Rose-Silver flakes began to dance about within Ryu's veins, increasing again and again before it rammed into a wall, unable to progress any further. 

Ryu felt in that moment that just a flex of his arm could shatter space, just a single stomp could flatten a mountain, just a single breath could cause a howling wind that covered the face of an entire world. 

But… This was nothing compared to what happened to False Sky God Gione. 

In that moment, a heart rending screech pierced through the skies. However, what was truly shocking about it wasn't that such a thing had happened, but rather that the owner of the screen wasn't Ryu, nor was it Yaana… But it was rather False Sky God Gione. 

The scream was harsh enough, but the result was even more devastating. 

It was as though a battlefield had erupted within False Sky God Gione's body. His skin awkwardly stretched at all angles as though someone was trying to pierce him from the inside out, the sound of his bones snapping reverberated through the skies, his once sturdy body being cracked one pierce at a time, and blood flowed out of him in pressurized waves, spraying in all directions. 

False Sky God Gione's body tried to repair itself as all Sky Gods could, but he simply couldn't keep up. At the same time, having undergone Qi Deviation, his control wasn't nearly as refined as it should have been. The result was grotesque tumors rising out of his body before popping into bloodied messes. 

His aura continued to plummet, however the fury in Ryu's gaze hadn't abated in the slightest. 

BANG!

The instant False Sky God Gione crashed into the ground, Ryu shot forward like a blazing meteor, his illusory Dragon Armor still hanging around his body. 

"<Rob the World of its Color>."

As though Ryu's words were the arbitrator of death, exactly what he commanded occurred. 

It was like they had all entered a world of black and white. For several kilometers, there were no longer any colors, there were only shades, falling on a single spectrum of light to the darkest greys. 

To the shock and horror of those watching on, they suddenly found that their connection to the world had been completely cut off. No matter how hard they tried, the only qi they could control was the amount already in their bodies. The atmospheric qi in the surroundings refused to listen to their commands for even a single moment. 

And then… Under the horrified gazes of those spectating, Ryu appeared above False Sky God Gione. 

His fists rained down like an endless torrent, the city quaking beneath his might. Dragon Claws coated his knuckles, pummeling the False Sky God into the ground again and again. 

The anguished cries of False Sky God Gione echoed through the air, however Ryu was relentless. The illusory Dragon Claws felt no different from his own flesh and bone. He could feel False Sky God Gione's body deforming beneath his might. He could feel the bones shattering, the inner organs burst, he could even feel as the air within the latter's body itself was forced out bit by bit, unable to recover. 

Long after the anguished cries faded, the continuous and rhythmic banging of Ryu's fists thumped upon the hearts of those around. Whether it was Human or Dragon, they had all come to a pause, their pupils trembling as though to double and triple check the sight before them. 

An Immortal Ring Realm expert had just killed a False Sky God. 

No… That wasn't it… 

Ryu stood, his fists bloodied and his every breath causing plumes of flames to emit into the surroundings. 

He knew exactly what he had just done. 

His First Ranked Heavenly Pupils had been exposed for the world to know. 

However, he tilted his head back, an enraged laughter and fury emitting from him. 

"Tell the Martial Gods that the day I wipe them from existence is quickly approaching. 

"I, Ryu Tatsuya, will never rest until the day the last of them is crushed beneath my feet!"

The booming of his voice echoed throughout the starry skies, the might of his will carrying so far that there wasn't a single Sky God in the universe of Sacrum that didn't hear him.