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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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Identity Revealed

Ryu pushed himself to his limits, his legs feeling as though they were steadily becoming more like cement blocks instead of the flesh and blood they were meant to be. 

The wind whipped against his skin, tearing into the ghastly, pulsating wound on his chest. One could only imagine the level of pain he was enduring. Every time his heart pumped to spur him onward, a gush of blood was spurt outward through the wound left by the dagger. A mortal would never be able to survive such a thing. In fact, neither should a mere Pulse Opening Realm expert like Ryu. 

However, the Ryu of this second lifetime was no longer here. After settling his final accounts with the Tor Clan, the story of Ryu Tor had come to a close. What fueled him was no longer revenge for Granny Miriam, but a promise he made on a calm night more than nine hundred million years ago – a promise to his wife.