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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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Ryu smiled lightly watching such a scene. This sort of matter, how long had it been since he had seen them? 

He was never the type of person to make jokes and poke fun, or at the very least, he didn't do it too often or too overtly, but he had always found peace watching those around him do so. 

Last time he had felt this kind of peace his parents were still by his side and his grandparents were still alive. He could remember their dynamics quite well. 

His parents had personalities closer to himself. His father was quiet, prideful and stoic. His mother was arrogant and as proud as a swan. However, when they were together they softened considerably. Ryu could remember times where his parents would be months at a time by each other's sides without speaking a word to one another. On one side, his father would be brandishing his weapon. On the other side, his mother would be working on a painting.