Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

1335 Empana

Very soon, the throne room was filled with a blood thirsty aura. A young man with long legs and even longer strides entered. He was dressed in a suit, but he looked less professional and far more like he was about to enjoy the night life in a nearby redlight district.

His suit was a deep shade of black, his slacks were quite tight on him and only flared out slightly below his caves. His shirt was slightly open and his suit's jacket was perfectly smoothed out, its cufflinks matching the golden chain wrapped around his neck.

He looked entirely human with the exception of his crimson irises and his slit pupils. If one looked even closer, it would be possible to see that within his hair, which was faded to one side, there was a subtle hint of crimson scales as well that would have been entirely hidden beneath his gelled jet black hair had he not chosen this particular haircut.

This man was exceptionally young and looked no more than 17 or 18 years old, but his aura was undeniable. There was no doubt that he was a Sky God. The only explanation for his exceptionally young appearance was that he had broken through at an incredibly young age as well.

Such a genius shouldn't have any place on the Fifth Plane, and judging by his slightly annoyed expression, he didn't take these Sky Gods whose auras were clearly far beyond his own seriously as well.

This young man was none other than the Empana that the Patriarch of the Lizard Demon Race had called forward.

"Son, the Dream Asura Race has attacked. I'll need you to go and wipe out their units."

Empana dissatisfaction became even deeper. "They definitely sent their garbage units in first, you want me to take action to deal with scrums?"

"They've already wiped out a city," the Patriarch replied calmly.

"What trash," Empana cursed.

The other Sky Gods frowned. Talking like this before them showed a deep lack of respect for his superiors, but they still didn't dare to say anything. It was hard to tell if this was because of Empana himself, or if it was because of the prestige of his father.

Regardless, it seemed that this unruly Empana could only be curbed by his own father.

"Please try your best, Little Empana," The snake woman used a gentler approach.

Empana only snorted and turned to leave. Although this woman could only be the companion of the Patriarch if she was seated in such a position, and especially if she dared to talk to Empana and supplement the Patriarch's words, it seemed that Empana didn't treat her like he would a mother.

There was a complicated flash in the Patriarch's eyes but his expression became indifferent once against quite quickly.

...

Empana walked out shaking his head. He was planning on relaxing today, he was supposed to be on vacation and yet this bullshit had happened. Clearly, he wasn't as unruly as he seemed or else he would have brushed his father off entirely, and it was also clear he hadn't done it out of fear or else he wouldn't have dared to talk like he had in the first place.

"Haha! Why the long face, Empana?" A boisterous voice came booming from the side.

"Fuck off," Empana said in a moment of rage before his eyes suddenly lit up.

Before him, a man with scarred eyes stood before him. Despite this, the arrogant Empana didn't look down on this blind mind, in fact, he approached him like a friend would, throwing an arm over his shoulder as though an uncle trying to lead an innocent young girl down a disgusting path.

The current region was a road far outside of the palace of the Lizard Demon Race. With his speed, it probably wouldn't take more than a few breaths for Empana to leave the range of the city entirely, but he had come here first.

This region of the Lizard Demon Race Capital City was the center of entertainment. Empana's friends had been waiting here for him, but the others didn't get along well with this scared man. That was because while the rest of them were demons, the aura of this man was very clearly that of a human.

But Empana was already so unruly before his own father, let alone his friends. Since he liked this scar eyed man, then he liked him. It was that simple.

Not many dared to get close to this scar eyed man because the radiant heat he gave off was simply too oppressive. Those who could call this place home, let alone come to this high class entertainment district, were all noble people, but even they couldn't stand very close to this man without breathing heavily and becoming drenched in sweat. Even so, Empana put his arm around his shoulder as though he couldn't sense anything at all.

"Hear me out sparky, what do you say about stretching out your limbs a bit?"

The scar eyed man looked toward Empana with disdain. "Are you trying to force me to do labor your father gave you again?"

Empana wasn't embarrassed in the least despite being exposed. In fact, his grin only deepened.

"Come on you warmonger, I know you're interested."

"You're going to battle?" The scar eyed man's brows shot up.

Empana grinned. "Indeed. Turns out the Dream Asura Race didn't like the deal we gave them and directly attacked. Come, come, we'll have a fun time."

"I heard that the Dream Asura Race has the Soul Flame?"

The scar eyed man's tone didn't seem to change very much, but Empana could tell that this man was excited. He had known this man for a long time, and there was only one thing that could get him this excited, and that was the prospect of gathering a new type of flae.

"Yes, you freak. Now let's g-!"

Empana had hardly finished his words when the scar eyed man had already shot into the distance.

"What the fuck? Wait for me!"

Empana was about to shoot into the distance as well, but it was as that moment that his friends stepped out from the restaurant, their gazes confused. Weren't they supposed to hang out today?

"You guys come along, we're going to crush a few Dream Asuras,"

Without much more explanation, Empana shot into the distance as well. He seemed to become a flood dragon in the skies as his afterimages left a long, winding stream of qi.

**

Ryu awoke, prepared to move toward the second city. He felt bright and refreshed.

His original estimation had been an hour, but in the end it had only taken him 10 minutes. That was because after the first few circulations, he had an idea and incorporated a strand of Embryonic Qi into the odd qi somewhere between Spiritual Qi and Vital Qi.

As expected, the addition of Embryonic Qi made the process ten times faster and a single rotation was tenfold as effective.

Ryu had a feeling that if he used more than one drop of Embryonic Qi, the results would be even more effective, but he had to be cautious with using his Embryonic Qi so freely since he only had a limited amount.

Plus, no matter how much faster it made the process, there would always be a cap, that was because the cycle needed to finish at least once for his Embryonic Qi to take effect. And, in order to finish one circulation, he needed utmost focus.

If he had his Mysteries of Heaven and Earth Pupils, he could probably reach that level of focus even in the midst of battle. But without them, he needed a quiet place.

It took Ryu five minutes to complete a single circulation, so this would be the cap of his speed for now.

"Time to set out."

Ryu sent a glance toward the other garbage units aside from his own and hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. Although he hadn't reached the number cap of the Corps Formation, he was already at his limits. A single 100% strike almost wiped him out entirely, if that 100% strike was fuel by 10 times the number, he might kill himself in the attempt.

Even so, Ryu took the other garbage units along. If his own unit reached its limit, it would be more convenient to swap that way.

Not long later, Ryu had left the region with everyone and the teleportation platform hidden by the Dream Asura race flashed again.

The troops that appeared looked incomparably serious as though they were ready for the fiercest battle fo their lives and they were actually left by Iarhorn, the Head of the Soul Body Function.

They had moved to organize as fast as they could. Regardless of how impulsive Ryu was, they couldn't be as willful, which was why it had taken them some time to follow up. But even so, it had only been 15 minutes... so how could there be a leveled city before them right now?!

...

In the far off distance and outside of larhorn's line of sight, Ryu came to a stop, his gaze suddenly blazing.

Over the horizon, five oppressive auras came swiftly. One was ahead, one was right behind the first, and the last three flew together, even further back than the first two.

When Ryu locked eyes with the first, Mae was shocked to find that his aura had suddenly became chaotic. It looked as though he was about to attack using the formation again and everyone seemed perfectly prepared, but seemingly for no reason and completely foolishly, Ryu shot out from the range of the formation entirely, even leaving Little Silk behind.

He didn't even use his Birthed Phenomena. Without access to his Dao, he couldn't even fly in the skies and rapidly dropped. Even so, his battle intent only kept blazing.

He roared, punching out toward the scar eyed man.

There was simply no suspense. A fist bypassed Ryu's defenses, crashing into his chest and sending him flying toward the ground like a sparking meteor.

"RYU!" Mae's screech came with an eruption of his soul fire, her jet black hair becoming coated in burning golden flames.

Unfortunately, she was far too slow to react and far too weak to do anything.

The scar eyed man dove into Ryu's crater, his fists raining down like an avalanche. He looked like he had met the enemy of a lifetime and he wouldn't take a single break until he could crush Ryu's body into a meat paste.

Mae became as pale as white clouds. Ryu wasn't even a World Sea Realm expert, but that was a Sky God. It was over, it was all over.