Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Ryu felt that he had nothing to fear. This tribulation thought that he was easy to deal with simply because he had been caught off guard previously. Now that he was prepared, could such a weakened tribulation even ruffle his hair? 

Another bolt struck down from the skies, but just as easily, Ryu's two fingers pierced forward. 

Like sparking spiderwebs, the bits and pieces of yellow lightning spread out in all directions without aim or target. However, at that moment, the Kunan Lightning Seed hovering before Ryu's flashed, rotating and sucking up everything in its past. 

Of course, what the Seed could absorb while Ryu was unconscious paled in comparison to what it could do when he was actively controlling it. 

It swallowed up the yellow lightning, grinding it to dust and refining it. As time passed, Ryu's Kunan Lightning Seed began to slowly pulse, its radiant blue color growing brighter as vague runes began to form on its surface before flickering out of existence. 

The entirety of the First Heaven quaked, countless pairs of eyes focused on the bolts of lightning streaking down from the skies. However, no one dared to approach for fear of their own lives. How pitiful would their deaths be if they were taken as enemies by the tribulation lightning? In such a case, not only would the tribulation multiply in strength, but it would also begin to target you as well. 

Ryu unleashed his fury with every pierce of his fingers. Without fail, every time he split a bolt of lightning, his comprehension of Dividing Tribulation would increase manifold, the weaknesses of his Dao quickly being fixed and dealt with. 

His improvement was faster than the tribulation could seem to keep up with. 

Within Ryu's Spiritual Sea, his soul pulsed about, residual sparks of lightning dancing around its depth of darkness before being swallowed up whole. Every time this happened, Ryu's comprehension would take another enormous leap forward, his fingers seemingly gaining the ability to tear through the veil of the sky itself. 

At that moment, Ryu had learned the true strength of his Perfect Blackbody Soul. 

It wasn't just about the cultivation speed of the soul, nor was it just about reaching a new level of invulnerability. The true strength of the Perfect Blackbody Soul was its ability to absorb even comprehension itself! 

Ryu approached the clouds above from two angles, his blind eyes blazing with a fiery heat. 

From one side, he used his Dao, using its fracturing and reformation as a strengthening technique. 

On another side, he allowed residual streaks of lighting to pierce into his Spiritual Sea, swallowing them up with his soul. 

As his soul ate the tribulation lightning, his comprehension of it soared, and his understanding of Dividing Tribulation likewise grew deeper. 

The unexpected boon didn't make Ryu falter in the slightest. He treated the roaring skies like a toy to play with. If he didn't want it to occur, even the Heavens themselves could not touch the hem of his robes. 

The black clouds began to spin, forming the eye of an enormous hurricane in the skies. 

The rushing winds grew harsher, leaving whip-like marks across Ryu's clothing and even blowing Little Silk away. 

At that moment, Ryu's right hand flared outward, the Glove of Order beginning to tremble with a dark gold light. 

The glove looked just as simple as it always hand, covering just Ryu's thumb, fore and middle fingers while leaving his pinky and ring finger to the elements. It extended past his wrist in a sleek black, looking inconspicuous to all those who laid eyes on it. Until… 

It released itself from its shell. 

The Glove of Order roared to life, a black gauntlets sprouting like the scales of a black dragon onto Ryu's hand and up his forearm. 

The eight-pronged formation in Ryu's eyes shook, the Heaven Character pulsing with a brighter and brighter light as the residual lightning in the surroundings all surged forward. 

Ryu pulled his grandfather's bow from his back, a rage flickering in his eyes as he saw the damage it had suffered from him being blown back. 

He allowed the wind to carefully caress the bow, wiping it clean of the dirt and debris that had marred its beautiful and simple frame. 

The trinkets tied to the end of the bow whipped about wildly in the wind, dancing from side to side as though they could be torn off at any moment. However, even after several attempts, they all remained perfectly intact, raising up with the movement of Ryu's arm and the flex of his back. 

As Ryu drew his bow, the blinding light the Glove of Order released seemed to increase. 

At that moment, the old-young man's eyes widened, his laughter had long since stopped to be replaced by shock and wide eyes. He was ecstatic that Ryu dared to fight, but he had been ready for him to put his life and death on the line. Whether Ryu would succeed or fail, the old-young man really hadn't known. 

Just finding someone who dared was hard enough. No, finding someone who even had the talent necessary to be given the option of daring to or not daring was an almost impossible mountain to climb. 

However, this… To find someone with not only the talent, but the daring, and then for them to also survive… It could be said that the goal of the old-young man was almost impossible. 

Yet, this Ryu… Not only did he have the talent, and the daring, and it even seemed like he really would come out with his life… 

This son of a bitch actually aimed a bow at the Heavens. 

Ryu unleashed a bestial roar, the arrow of Dividing Tribulation suddenly doubling in size as it was released. 

It was a streak of dark gold seen across the First Heaven. It tore through the descending bolts like a streaking meteor. Everything in its path was shredded to pieces until it met the roaring clouds. 

BOOM!

Ryu fell from the skies.