Grand Ancestral Bloodlines
chapter-1951

The Dao God was taken aback. How could two people just disappear in front of him like this? He was a Dao God as well!

No, he needed to report this. Now that they had confirmed that Ryu did have a Dao God by his side, they couldn't rest idly.

He was convinced that this was some plot of the Human Race, maybe as revenge for all the things that had happened back then. But did they really want to bring the entire world down with them? This was simply unacceptable.

'This is the best time for something like this to happen. If not for Goddess Tatsuya, the Humans of this world would have already long been wiped out. Now that she's occupied, she won't be able to interfere.

'The main problem, though, is how many Dao Gods could the Humans possibly be hiding? It should be impossible for even one Dao God to appear without our knowledge, but this one clearly has, so how can we guarantee that there won't be another?'

The Dao God's thoughts raced, but even he didn't notice the shift in his thoughts.

When he thought about stirring trouble with the Fiends, he was hesitant and second guessed every step. But now that he thought that his targets were the Human Race, he was suddenly eager to take the initiative.

Rather than worrying about potential internal strife or anything of the sort, he was actually looking forward to finishing off the job they had failed to finish all those years ago.

…

The Human Domain.

The Human Race only had a single Dao God, a wizened old man who stood at the Higher Dao God Realm. It could be said that this old man who seemed to already have a foot in the grave was the only existence left holding up the skies for the Race.

Despite his cultivation, he was probably closer in strength to a Middle Dao God. His vitality was already running on fumes and except for in short bursts, he couldn't display his pinnacle strength any longer… plus, any time he did, he would lose more of the already short lifespan he had left.

Of course, as a Dao God, "short" was relative. He could still live for a few thousand years more. It was just that this was nothing more than a blink of an eye to the life he had already lived. And…

His enemies seemed to be doing everything in their power to make him waste more of that life away.

Despite being so old, and a Higher God with significant merit and strength beneath his belt, he was treated like any other Lower Dao God, forced to take on tasks while his so-called "peers" spent their time in secluded cultivation.

Of course, on the surface, they were working too. They all took up posts in Holy Worlds and were technically holding down the fort.

But anyone with half a brain cell could see that they were resting on their laurels. The only one of any of them that did any actual work was the Goddess Tatsuya, and even she lived a far easier life than he did.

Sometimes, he would sit and laugh to himself, wondering what the point of cultivating to the Higher Dao God Realm had been. All that effort, all that work, all that talent…

And for what, exactly?

There was a time when the Humans of this land had had their own say, their own power… only to be stabbed in the back. And now they didn't even have the right to spread their own history to their own descendants, lest they lose the chance to ever reverse the situation.

One of those youths seemed to have finally appeared, but he couldn't even go to his hearing. He had been forced onto another mission, strapped down by "duties" that caused him to lose another few decades of his life. He didn't even know how those things ended.

For all he knew, that Human youth, a genius of the Founding Dao, had long since died.

'I should have chosen a different Title,' he thought to himself.

They called him the Human Emperor. It was a burden he had taken on for himself despite the kind of weight that came with it. Maybe if not for his Dao being built off this foundation, he would have long since escaped this world, leaving to another place rather than suffering this torture again and again.

He looked up at the dark skies of the Chaos Plane, sighing lightly. Then, he continued his trudge forward, his loose, torn robes dragging against the dusted ground.

**

Ryu appeared by the rainbow wall.

"I'll do the rest on my own," Ryu said to Hope. "Don't appear unless you feel like you absolutely have to."

Hope hesitated, but in the end she sighed and nodded. She had a deep understanding of Ryu by now and nothing she said was going to stop him from doing something so dangerous anyway.

One would think that much like on the Real Plane side, the Chaos Plane side had their Holy Worlds divided evenly among the two parties. But as one might expect from the cowards, this wasn't exactly the case. It was more like 80/20.

If he suddenly appeared on the Chaos Plane, the Fey would be even less likely to tolerate his actions because they were facing the odds. Their own lives were already at risk, so they were already balancing on a wire.

Ryu gave Hope a casual smile. "Don't worry so much. This isn't the place my steps slow."

After saying this, he took Hope into his Inner world and vanished onto the other side.

As he moved, his aura morphed and changed. Soon, he was wreathed in a dark aura.

His body grew an entire meter, his hair and eyes became dense mats of black fog, and one of his arms and a leg followed suit.

Chaos Qi thrummed around him and he became a Dark Fiend in a blink of the eye.