Grand Ancestral Bloodlines
chapter-1811

1811 Brat

According to the memories the Dream Wraith passed onto him, in the past, the Real Plane had been superior in this world, but the Fiends reversed the situation by dominating the Holy Worlds. Eventually, the script flipped.

But Ryu had a far deeper understanding of Chaos than most people. And no matter how he looked at it, the only thing that could revert a world back to a Primordial State was Chaos.

According to the Laws of Physics, there was nothing that said spilled water couldn't reverse its situation and return to its cup. It was also mathematically possible for a person to suddenly teleport across the universe.

But these things never happened. Not in a State of Order.

Ryu looked at these Holy Worlds in the same fashion.

A World reverting to its infancy state and regaining strength and power made absolutely no sense…

Unless Chaos was involved.

If he was right, then the Real Plane was almost certainly fighting a losing battle. From the very beginning, the Fiends should have had an advantage.

The question was… why was this narrative being spread? Or how exactly was the wool being pulled over the eyes of these existences?

Ryu could hand wave it away because he understood Chaos intimately, but what incentive did the Fiends Gods, who also should have such a deep level of comprehension, have for not disseminating this matter?

Of course, all of this was just speculation. Ryu didn't know enough about this world to say anything for certain, and he was just shooting in the dark.

But the theory intrigued him enough that he wanted to see if he could find anything of interest once he went.

"Which battlefield?" Ryu eventually asked.

"You have merits in the death of a Dao Sovereign. You should be able to enter a high grade battlefield, but…"

Ryu didn't say anything, just clasping his hands behind his back.

The Fey Sovereign still thought that he was some poor kid who had had his family destroyed.

Well, that was true. But not in the way he would have expected.

According to Ryu's merits, he should be able to pick any Holy World he wanted to enter. But it was clear that things hadn't gone the way the Fey Sovereign expected.

Ryu actually found all of this to be quite amusing. There was so much corruption in these armies that they were even casually suppressing those that didn't deserve to be suppressed.

Ryu's story was complete nonsense, and he shouldn't have offended anyone but Commander Monk on the Real Plane side. In fact, he had gained the favor of a Supreme Commander like the Fey Sovereign, so he should be smooth sailing.

Who would have thought that he'd be suppressed because of a story he made up?

If he was correct, then they had likely read the reports, assumed that he had offended some bigwig, but didn't dare to investigate who.

Any Clan that could produce a genius with so many powerful Bloodlines like Ryu would certainly be huge, and if they had been destroyed, then the perpetrator was even larger.

Very few would dare to investigate such a thing, and so Ryu was left in limbo.

There was likely another reason as well.

He was a Human.

A Human with a Peak Founding Dao had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, then like a streaking star he helped kill two Dao Lords and had a hand in the death of a Dao Sovereign.

Ryu had vaguely heard from chats around him that the Human Race only had a single Dao God, and he had also already deduced that the Human Race had certainly been suppressed by both sides.

In such a situation, how could he not continue to be suppressed?

A Peak Founding Dao gave him far too high a chance of becoming a Dao God in the future, and they seemed to refuse to want to allow it.

In the end, that was the situation.

"Who made the decision about this?" Ryu asked curiously.

The Fey Sovereign's expression changed, and he grew serious.

"Do not ask questions that you shouldn't ask, child. There are many things that you don't have the right to know, and names that you cannot casually speak. All decisions about Holy Worlds, regardless of the grade or size, are made by Dao Gods."

Ryu's lip curled.

He wouldn't have asked this question had he not already seen through the Fey Sovereign's kind intention for him.

Knowing it was a Dao God wouldn't really change his opinion much at all, he still wanted to know who it was.

But since the Fiend Sovereign had mentioned the matter of speaking names being taboo, Ryu chose to let it slide for now.

Of course, he had enough control over Karmic Strings and his own Fate to speak whatever name he wanted without fear of consequences.

But that clearly wasn't the same for everyone.

And his eyes hadn't recovered yet enough to allow him to help the Fey Sovereign.

But that much was still fine. He would slowly find out about all of these things.

Even Dao Sovereigns had to die before him when they threatened his life.

Soon enough, he'd be able to scheme Dao Gods to their deaths as well.

In the end, Ryu was sent to a True Grade Holy World. Such worlds could only hold up to True Sky Gods.

When he learned about this, he couldn't help but laugh.

Was this supposed to be a punishment of some sort? He would be able to clear this world on his own in a matter of weeks.

However, the Fey Sovereign seemed to still be worried, and that was despite him having seen Ryu's abilities.

Obviously, there was more to this matter than Ryu knew, but when he got there, he was shocked to find out the reason.

He stood in the lobby of a building, an old man with a row of crooked yellow teeth looking at him while holding out a mop.

"Get to it, brat."

Ryu looked the mop up and down as though it was the first time he had seen such a thing.