Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

1915  Pale

"Go." Ryu growled.

If he stayed here any longer, his fury would cause him to take that next step.

Against anyone else, he would have done so already. When did he ever give warnings? He didn't even usually have the patience to listen to the drivel of his enemies and he almost always attacked to kill the instant he felt their hostility.

The fact that he would hold back and not follow through on his threat immediately just went to show what kind of furious state he was in.

He didn't even want to have this conversation anymore; he didn't want to hear Ailsa's excuses; he didn't even want to see her.

Since she was much further gone than he had expected, she could draw her own lines.

Right now, he was the Throne of her Sect. There was nothing at all that she could do to him, not with a clone, anyway.

When he had the strength, he would confront her again. On that day, he would decide whether he would follow through on his words or not.

But for now…

Ryu's gaze became icy cold and he didn't wait for Ailsa's response. He waved a hand, donning a casual pair of robes before he directly left his Immortal Abode.

…

Ailsa's clone sat there as though she had completely lost her soul. Her blood seemed to have fled her body and didn't show any signs of returning anytime soon.

She didn't even seem to realize that Ryu had long left.

…

Ailsa's main body didn't get the information of what had happened until much later. By then, it had already been over half a day.

Her situation was too special and it was hard for her to even sustain the clone to begin with, so she also had to limit how much interaction she had with it.

The clone was the Incarnation ability that many gained after becoming Dao Lords. So it was technically an extension of her Control and not a technique like Ryu's. That was why there was such a lag.

When she got the news and the flood of lagging memories, she had been in the middle of a meeting with her generals. She was giving them strict orders for how they should deal with the next three months.

The failure of the Fiends to recover their cracked false Shrine was something that had put them on edge. They were quickly trying to gain ground elsewhere, and since this was one of the few God Grade Holy Worlds, this was naturally a target location.

Usually, battles here would be quite casual and not offer much in the way of stimulation. That was because everyone knew that the people here were all too important. They were the best, of the best, of the best. If any one of them died, it would be a huge problem.

Not only that, but no one was willing to have an all-out battle of Dao Gods. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The situation had changed now, but not many would notice it. So it was Ailsa's job to keep them sharp and ready. Only like this would they be able to ensure that everything continued to run smoothly and no one would be taken off guard.

But what no one expected out of this meeting was for their mighty commander, an undefeatable Peak Dao God, to suddenly react as though she had been severely injured.

Her cultivation seemed to run in reverse and she lost all the color in her face.

Several of her close attendants tried to do what they did best and attend to her, but she didn't even react to their calls for a long while.

Because of the lag in between her Control, her clone wasn't under her jurisdiction 24/7. However… how could Ryu not be able to see through that?

The fact he had seen through it and still decided to have such a sharp reaction told the entire story that needed to be told.

Ailsa's clone might not be under her main body's control, but she was still Ailsa. Under the right circumstances, the things it had said were things that Ailsa herself could have easily said, and that was what pissed Ryu off the most.

He had been extremely lenient. He didn't complain when she ordered him around, he didn't complain when he assigned her a low position in her Sect, he didn't even complain that her clone had waited so long to come and see him in the first place.

But it wasn't until she pushed him over the cliff that she realized how much she had been pushing him in the first place.

When she first saw Ryu for that time his master sent his projection across Existence, she had been elated. It was her initial reaction that was her realest.

However, after he was ripped away from her again, everything truly began to settle in.

Now she knew Ryu was safe; she knew that he was thriving, so new feelings began to replace the pining she had had for him.

The unfairness of it all hit her in waves. She had lost so much time, and meanwhile her husband couldn't even properly help her with her struggles. He was still too weak.

Every day she had to deal with the harassment of the Fiends and the disgusting words of their commander, she felt more and more aggrieved because she knew that in the past, the Ryu she knew would have already stormed over.

And at the same time, she felt guilty…

Wasn't what she was feeling now how Elena had felt? That span of lost time, only to find that the husband you were pining after day after day was actually spending his time with other women while you were bleeding?

The difference was that if Ailsa had met Ryu first, she would have never allowed him to have other women. It was something that she forced herself to allow because she knew that she was already the second.

In comparison, Elena had always been for Ryu having more than one wife, and as such, the betrayal she felt was different.

But…

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