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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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A Cage

  Ryu stood near the edge of a pit left by the floating islands, Sarriel to his side and his gaze impossible to read. He had already casually dealt with everything involved in this world and planned to take a step into the Chaos Plane now. 

Truthfully, Ryu didn't plan on spending very long in the Chaos Plane, he just felt like he had to experience it. And, despite how confident he had sounded in his Ice Phoenix Clan's protective barrier, his intuition told him that it wouldn't be smart to underestimate the Martial Gods. There was a very real possibility that while he believed this barrier to be impenetrable, that the Martial Gods could have a method that he was wholly ignorant of. 

"Why are you following me? Go back." Ryu said, not sparing Sarriel a glance. 

Sarriel brows furrowed. "No one is following you, don't think so highly of yourself. This was my goal to begin with."

"What does that goal have to do with what you did to the Pedestal Plane?"