Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 2093 Good Luck

Ryu's grin plastered across his handsome veins, the Runes of his Bone Structure glowing as he unleashed his momentum.

BOOM!

His cultivation broke through the veil of the Lord Realm finally, not due to his Tribulation, but due to his Heavenly Pupils.

Before, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to use [Heaven's Gate] to break

past the Omniscient Realm. But now, with his Tribulation here, a tiny sliver of a chance had opened up.

His white hair danced in the wind, a stale sort of Fate hovering around him as though it might want to suffocate his very breath to death.

"Good luck."

Ryu's voice echoed, but it was hard to tell if he was speaking to anyone.

Was he wishing the three Sovereigns he had dragged into this mess good luck? Was he really just taunting them...?

But then why did it look like his eyes had never left the Dark Gold Tribulation Clouds? Only Ryu knew.

BANG!

Ryu shot into the skies, his blade leading his motion forward in a sweeping arc.

A normal Heaven's Warrior had barely formed when Ryu had already shredded him apart.

His blades moved like streaks through the skies, splintering space and severing the life of anyone he could find before him.

He took on a Tribulation four times the strength it should have been without a care for whether the Sovereigns behind him would act. It was as though he had already forgotten about their existence.

His blood boiled and his heart thumped with the might of thunder, its reverberating echo only being drowned out by the rumbling of the Dark Gold Tribulation Clouds above themselves.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A forming army of Heavenly Warriors found themselves minced to pieces, the very laws used to construct them being shattered beneath Ryu's might.

However, there was only so much room for this to continue. Tremble.

The skies shook as a legion of Heavenly Warriors took shape.

The Heavenly Warriors that Ryu was used to were wreathed in black, but these all wore bronzed, dark gold armor. Their momentum, despite not being Aspirants, was also clearly stronger than any Ryu had ever faced off against before.

And when they finally solidified, Ryu found himself entirely surrounded. SHIIIIIIING!

The Heavenly Warriors all unsheathed their blades and pointed their spears at the same time. In the back rows, even their archers pulled back their bowstrings taut, and the TWANG of a heart-shuddering echo peeled around the skies.

In an instant, the entire situation had flipped. From being an unstoppable wrecking ball, Ryu found himself smashing into an immovable wall.

His power was reflected back at him, and blades and arrows pierced toward him at the very same time.

It felt like everything before had been nothing more than a joke, and the weight of such a Tribulation set in for them all.

Four legions appeared, each one with 9999 warriors in them. Not only had Ryu only managed to kill a few hundred from a single Heavenly Legion before they solidified, but their momentum seemed to combine into one when they had...

An Army Formation.

They might not have been Aspirants, but any single one of these Heavenly Warriors made a genius, even of Jojo's caliber, feel insignificant.

And now, these geniuses were all pooling their strength into one...

How could it not be suffocating?

Ryu's eyes blazed with battle intent as his [Heavenly Dao Tree] bloomed into existence.

His Chaos Qi danced in the skies, clashing with the dark gold of the army around him with his own.

Standing there in the midst of an army of thousands, each one carrying the weight of the moniker of genius on their backs, Ryu should have been small and insignificant.

And yet...

It felt like he was something more than belonging. He stood above.

His white hair danced in the air, and his Lord Realm cultivation bloomed like a lotus slowly peeling apart in the skies.

A suffocating might erupted from the depths of his bones as he slashed out.

His Nine Revolution Skybreaker Bone Structure bloomed, and his one strike became

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three.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The cascade of thunderous echoes matched his blade. Every time one shook the skies, the scythe of energy would double in size until it went from just three meters from tip to curved tip, to 24.

Ryu, who should have collapsed beneath the pressure of so many attacking at once, instead shredded apart the scene before him.

The Heavenly Warriors felt their combined formation collapse under the sheer power

of Ryu's strike.

SHUU! SHUU! SHUU! PUCHI! PUCHI!

Ryu slowly lowered his raised great swordstaff, raising the other and resting it on his shoulder.

The blazing intent in his eyes and the grin on his face told the entire story.

One strike.

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An entire legion wiped out in a single sweep.

The beat of his heartbeat thrummed as he tilted his head back toward the other three.

"I hope you're not expecting me to wipe your own Legions."

Suddenly, the meaning of Ryu's phrase "good luck" became clear.

It was neither one nor the other...

It was both.

Ryu had such power in the palm of his hands as an Omniscient.

How much power did he have now as a Lord?

The world trembled around Ryu, but he looked back calmly as though he had already

expected this.

He knew exactly what was coming as soon as he saw the first wave.

9999 Heavenly Warriors to kill... but once they fell, their bodies would reform, forging

the body of a single Heavenly Warrior. Or, most accurately...

An Aspirant.

The winds kicked up and a swirl of dark gold energies formed into the body of a single,

three-meter tall entity.

The Aspirant's body stood tall and straight, a pair of Sabers with large cut-outs in

their blades solidifying in his palms.

The world shuddered as the Aspirant took a step forward.

A Peak Lord with Perfect Realm Talent.

The Aspirant vanished.