Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 2143 When?

?Chapter 2143 When?

One gaze after another landed on the approaching Martial Gods.

However, unlike the others... it was very difficult to tell just who the top dog was.

The only other group where this was the case were with the Devas. They had Young Master Bright and Young Mistress Nightly, both of whom seemed the same, but separate, one's light to the other's shadow.

Though the Dragons had the Dragon Prince and the Dragon Princess, the latter was clearly a quarter step beneath that of her husband. The gap between the two wasn't as enormous as there existed between the others and their subordinates, but they were there.

However, for the Martial Gods... they had three figures that they couldn't quite

decipher between, three powerhouses with a strength that seemed perfectly on par no matter how you looked at it.

Xalvador of the Divine Wings.

Balthar of the Divine Hegemony.

Solara of the Divine Chains.

And then, behind them, there was another group that felt just a quarter step beneath...

This group included Aurelia, Elena's mother and Leander, her stepmother...

The concentration of geniuses the Martial Gods had brought forward seemed to dwarf all the others, not just because of these five, but because there were very clearly even more budding talents hidden behind them that seemed somewhat overshadowed, and yet seemed to also deserve the right to stand there.

Among this number, there was Elena, her brother Barren, and their step-siblings. Something was very clearly quite special about Xalvador's Bloodline, and this also quite clearly underlined the reason both Leander and Aurelia had chosen him as a husband.

When it came to the lineage with the highest concentration of talents...

He was second to none in the Martial Gods.

There was a silence as the Martial Gods descended. The focus of everyone fell on them.

After so many years of seclusion, not much was known about the Martial Gods. There were some echoes of Fate that only started to make themselves known just 20 years ago, especially as the Martial Gods returned from the special training and converged onto the True Martial World once again.

However, even those were just faint inklings.

It wasn't until today that the Dao Gods that had scryed Fate could see the manifestation of those eerie shadows they had picked up on.

This Martial God Race seemed capable of doing something that powerful Races had always failed at...

Procreating in large numbers.

Their methods, the freedom they gave their sons and daughters to bed and birth children as they pleased, had very clearly had their positive impacts.

It was a style of governance rarely if ever seen in the martial world, but it was also only possible because of the specialty of their Bloodlines.

Elena stood in silence, her pink diamond hair sparkling in the darkness as though it emitted its own radiance.

Her gaze looked forward, a calmness radiating in the depths of her eyes.

Maybe in the past, she would have been looking around in worry, hoping and praying that Ryu wouldn't appear. But right now, she felt a sort of endless confidence in her husband that had been born through years of trials and tribulations,

Her husband was no longer that fragile young man who she had to coddle and care for. She had loved him then, and she loved him even more now.

Looking through these geniuses one after another, her gaze wasn't filled with contempt... but rather complacency, an unfeeling dismissal of what she was seeing.

Their imposing momentums didn't matter, their boastful tones or their deep foundations disregarded...

In the end, the result would be much the same.

"Interesting." Young Master Shadow said lightly, a chuckle rumbling in the depths of his throat. His wraith-like feature popped up in a ghostly wind before vanishing again.

A Race no one knew about suddenly appearing in such large numbers with such an imposing aura...

It was interesting indeed.

But in the end, there was still one world that wasn't here.

As though on cue, a fair maiden descended from the skies. Her hair was a silky black, part fusing into the void and part shimmering within it in streams of subtle silver that vanished in deep darkness.

Her eyes, though... it was hard to take your eyes off of them.

Deep, layered lines and folds of violet, streaking from deep hues to light ones, painting

a scenery of rays of an amethyst sun and an exploding nebula of gorgeous purples.

They were eyes that carried unfathomable depths.

Her ears pointed, her body wrapped in a tight armor of pearly white that shifted between smooth leathers and hardened plates of white steel.

A katana longer than even her body was strapped not to her side, but on her back.

Unlike the other women here, in their pretty dresses and elegant gaits, she seemed like she had come here to battle, a Warrior Goddess with only thoughts of a single

thing.

Victory.

Her Dao Heart reflected in the darkness and her ethereal aura paved a road for her ahead.

And then the others appeared. Or rather... much like with Yeger... they had always been there, but this was the first time those around could actually see them. There was a young man with a tail as white as snow. His face was gloomy, his gaze focused. He seemed like a sheathed sword ready to explode at any moment, but this ready-to-erupt volcano was buried deep, suppressed and suffocated.

"The Fey have become more arrogant than I remember," Balthar said lightly. "Actually daring to arrive after us."

Sarriel didn't even look over toward him, her gaze entirely focused on the screen of white ahead. Her sword trembled within its sheath, crisscrossing lines of sharpened qi

spiraling in all directions.

As much as Ryu's blood was boiling, she was no less.

A violet upsurge was rolling in her heart.

"Hm?" Young Master Bright's eyes suddenly snapped in a certain direction, his pupils

constricting.

When had this person arrived?