Grand Ancestral Bloodlines
chapter-1292

1292 Law

The disregard was nothing short of blatant.

Ryu wasn't the type of person who cared for the crimes committed by others, he didn't have a bleeding heart and he was usually unmoved by such things. But it was a different matter entirely when such things were related to him.

Mae was his woman. He couldn't say that he cared about her entire extended family, but disrespect toward her family was disrespect toward her. And disrespect toward his wife was a slap to his face.

He was immediately enraged, but it was a smoldering fury that bubbled beneath the surface. His gaze toward the Sky Gods in the sky became sharper and sharper, growing to the point that even they seemed to notice his presence, frowning as they turned back toward him.

Ryu struggled with seeing through the training Realms of Sky Gods. In the past, he hadn't cared enough to figure it out because it didn't really matter. Whether Fragmented or a Dao God, both could kill him with a single finger. Did it matter greatly, then, what their exact cultivation levels were?

But at this moment, he really wanted to know. He stared and stared, his eyes glowing with a brighter and brighter light as twin hidden wheels rotated in the opposite direction within his irises. The frowns of the Sky Gods became deeper, for some reason feeling deeply unsettled by Ryu's gaze.

Feeling annoyed, one of them raised a hand, ready to crush Ryu with a single palm. But it was at that moment a blinding light charged out from Ryu's eyes and it all suddenly clicked into place, solidifying. It felt as though his eyes had taken another step forward, a trembling shackle finally shattering under his effort.

His pupils constricted and an odd energy suddenly shot through the body of the Sky God.

Ryu's brows jumped. "They're only in the Fragmented Sky God Realm? Then why can they fly?'

From Ryu's understanding, this didn't make any sense. Regardless of talent, one's ability to fly in the skies was dictated entirely by their training realm. It should have been that only Transcended Sky Gods and above could fly on the Fifth Heaven, no?

The only exception should have been Sword Gods who could use their swords as flying artifacts in place of their control over the laws.

Ryu's gaze shifted and his gaze landed on the robes the three were wearing, and suddenly it all clicked into place. Those robes, they radiated a hardly perceptible aura, one that was eerily similar to the principles that Ryu had begun to feel after he formed his first Cosmic Seed.

The so-called Laws were essentially the fabric of Fundamental Runes that formed the world around them. It was usually tidbits of these Laws that one comprehended in order to form their Dao or comprehend their Inheritances, it was also as a result of these Laws that Birthed Phenomena could form.

Normally, controlling these Laws directly was impossible. What one could do was use them as a reference and then "create" their own, though most often, these replications were only cheap imitations of the real thing because, as Ryu had deduced, said imitations would always be distorted thanks to the effects of time and space. It was also this type of replication that the Visualizations of Sacrum were built upon.

However, what was magical about training was that as one progressed, the Laws would begin to react to one's power, subtly boosting it, and eventually adding a great deal to one's strength. This would begin to occur when one formed their first Cosmic Seed, and the effects would only increase the stronger one became.

And, of course, since these would be the Laws themselves reacting and not replications, distortions were irrelevant at the point of contact. That said, the amount of Laws one could influence would be decided, at least at Ryu's current level, but the purity of his Cosmic Seeds.

The less distortion in his Cosmic Seeds, the more the Laws would react to his casual movements.

The reason why all of this was important was because Ryu could tell that the robes these disciples wore carried the ability to gather strength from the Laws.

When one's influence over the Laws reached a certain point, it was possible to break free of their restrictions and lift oneself into the air, flying freely... being a Sky God.

This also went to show just how large the gap between Sky Gods were as well, because even those with far greater talent couldn't break these rules. Even if you were from the Ninth Heaven, you wouldn't be able to fly on the Fifth Heaven unless you were a Transcended Sky God. This was the absolute rule of the world.

But it seemed that it was possible, in this case, for a Spiritual Seamstress to circumvent these rules. These robes they wore could stimulate the Laws, activating more than their base training would allow, and as a result, allowing them to fly in the air.

However, the abilities of this robe were limited to this. Otherwise, it would be like granting a Fragmented Sky God the skill of a Transcended Sky God. In that case, there would truly be no hope for the Lower Heavens to ever compete.

When Ryu saw through this, his gaze sharpened as he suddenly took a step forward, vanishing into the Void.

BANG!

The Sky God in the skies was taken off guard. A Dao Pedestal Realm brat had dodged his strike?

Ryu suddenly appeared before one of the youths who had just spoken, punching out. His aura flourished, a grey fog manifesting around his fist as the aura of a Fist God roared.

The youth was taken off guard but he reacted quickly, punching out with a fist of his own.

BANG!

The youth slid back several meters, his arm trembling. At the same time, Ryu was forced to take two steps back.

"Fuck!" The youth roared, the pain swelling up in his fist. He looked up toward Ryu, his murderous intent pulsing.