Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

BANG!

A male concubine was sent flying, his spine cracking in half as he collided against a pillar so thick with Dao Runes that it didn't even rattle despite the strength the Dao Goddess had used. He dropped to the ground in a heap, his body convulsing once before he fell over—dead.

A middle-aged woman with faint lines of age on her face stood from her bed, a line of white liquid running down her legs. But she hardly seemed to notice at all, a cloudiness fogging her vision.

Despite her age, the woman was truly a beauty few could compare to, carrying a grace and elegance that belied the scent of the room and the aroma between her legs.

However, just as she was about to storm out of the room, a heavy hand appeared out of nowhere, landing on her shoulder.

"Enough."

The man's voice was commanding and swayed with an imposing air. Swayed seemed like an odd descriptor for a voice, but the way the man's voice slurred and swung with laziness made it feel like he was constantly trying to seduce those around him with a long, drawn-out drawl.

"Get off of me!" the woman shrieked, her aura flaring out like a tempest. Her crimson wings flared out in four pairs, eight magnificently carved ornaments hung out from her delicate back, each feather like a beautiful carved ruby.

But the man was uncaring. Her display of power didn't move him in the slightest and he continued to clamp her shoulder down. "Going now would fix nothing. You cannot enter that world, not unless you don't want to leave with your life. You know the kind of danger Dao Gods like us face in there. Unless you're ready to take that step, or willing to risk your life trying, forget it."

"She is my favored child as well. The others may as well not exist before her. Why do you think I haven't agreed to a marriage between herself and Bright? He will dim her into his shadow should he get the chance to. If she wants to crush him, and protect her Primordial Yin as she does so, she will need to take another step forward."

"Our daughter is no less talented than that scum!"

"In terms of comprehension abilities and the Pillars, yes… Unfortunately, our daughter lacks the support of a talent at an equivalent level of the Mysteries of Heaven and Earth Pupils. The fact she could stand with such geniuses to begin with is a testament to how strong she is."

"What good is that?! She's dead!"

The woman's howl shattered the air, and this time, even her husband was forced a single step back.

But even that was unable to make the man feel very moved.

"Not necessarily." The man spoke lightly, looking toward the projection.

The woman wanted to snap once again, but instead, she frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"I can feel that our daughter's Fate hasn't yet been completely severed. But now it is muddied, suffocated likely by the weight of the young man's."

"And what does that mean? Is she going to become some cheap whore for the pleasure of this little bastard?!"

"If that is her Fate, then it may be so."

"You want us to just sit by and do nothing!?"

It sounded like her husband was implying that they shouldn't do anything to Ryu even after he came out, and that was simply unacceptable to her.

That was his little girl! What was he talking about?!

The man swept a gaze over his wife and she felt a cold chill. Her body shivered and she looked down to the ground, her head hanging obedient and low.

Her husband allowed her to be plainly willful a lot of the time, but there were also times when he put her in her place for stepping over a line. This hadn't happened between them in what must have been billions of years, but it also was the first time she was experiencing the potential loss of a child she loved so dearly.

It was impossible for those that lived as long as them to love every child equally. The death of most of their children would just be a matter of a loss of face to them, but they wouldn't truly feel any sadness, regret, or anger as a result of it.

However, this daughter… she cherished her the absolute most. She couldn't control her emotions nearly as well and had gone too far.

"No matter how talented, talent is just talent—potential is just potential. There've been many in our Devas Clan who've been born over the years with a comparable level of talent, but how many reach that level?

"Our daughter will certainly become a Dao God, but will she reach that stage? That is an entirely different sort of unknown."

With her head still lowered, the middle-aged woman didn't dare to reply.

"Now come." Nightly's father spoke lightly. "It seems that all this time with these frivolous, effeminate men has made you forget who your husband is."

The words had hardly come from her mouth when the middle-aged woman fell to her knees obediently, reaching for the straps of his robes.

However, the man waved a hand, a rope of energy taking form. They wrapped around her wrists, then her arms, twisting them to her back and locking them in place.

"Don't use your hands. Work for it."

The anger from the woman's eyes had long faded, and instead, it was replaced by a steadily growing light of desire as though she wasn't being humiliated at all. How long had it been since her husband bedded her?

Her teeth clapped onto the folds of his robes and she pulled, whipping her head to the side.

Something slapped down onto her face and the mistiness in her eyes clouded her vision over as she looked past its mass and up at her husband.

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