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Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

A Sky God’s Spiritual Foundation. It was the greatest natural treasure in all of existence, but the sacrifices one must make to gain the approval of such an entity was unimaginable. Ryu is a genius amongst geniuses. He was born with the four Grand Ancestral Bloodlines. The Lightning Qilin. The Fire Dragon. The Ice Phoenix. The Fire Phoenix… He was blessed with an Ancestral Grade Bone Structure and Ancestral Grade Meridians. The Ice Jade Crystal Bones. The Chaotic Silk Meridians… He was bestowed the First Ranked Heavenly Pupils. The Mysteries of Heaven and Earth Pupils… However, none of it mattered. Born with a False Spiritual Foundation, it seemed that all of his talent would go to waste. Unless… Unless he was willing to grasp his Fate in his own hands. ---------------------- For the months of Oct and Nov >> Bonus chapter every 500 ps and 50 golden tickets. ------------------ For Updates - @Awespec on twitter or https://discord.gg/awespec for discord Cover Credits: crowgod. artstation. com **This novel once went by another name 'Rise. Rising. Risen.' So, the wiki is still under this name https://rise-rising-risen.fandom.com/wiki/Ryu_Tatsuya

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Bleed

The energetic little griffin spit out its small pink tongue again, sputtering. 

"~Yiyiyi~."

The little one seemed so happy, hopping around in Ailsa's arms as she flapped her little wings. 

This time, however, Little Gem managed to catch air, lifting herself up with her relentless flapping. 

Ailsa smiled lightly, letting the little griffin struggle up. She felt like a mother bird watching on as her child grew up for the first time. 

Though she hadn't said much, Little Gem's sickly appearance had impacted her greatly. The little one hadn't been in their lives for very long, but who could watch on as a baby struggled so much just to hold onto their lives? 

The world was a cruel place, but when the harsh reality wasn't placed right before you, it was too easy to ignore. However, when it was, it hung onto one's heart, pulling at its strings with weights of guilt.