Grand Ancestral Bloodlines-Chapter 2206: Or

Ailsa looked at Ryu’s side profile and fell into silence once again. Looking down at her hand, she felt a hint of pity. That feeling… was nice. Why had it taken her so long to feel it again? And now, she would have to wait for longer.

She had already guessed what Ryu was facing. Part of her just wanted to tell him, to tell him that that man had already reached the pinnacle of Existence when he reincarnated the first time to bring his family back together once more, that he had his moments of weakness as well.

But she couldn’t. Because Ryu wouldn’t want to hear it, and because it would make no difference to him.

That truth… might only make him feel worse.

A gap in power was one thing to him, a gap in Dao Heart, in will, in determination… that was unacceptable.

He had always been chasing the pinnacle of the world, but that wasn’t for the sake of forging his heart.

He had always thought his Dao Heart to be impenetrable. Why would he need to increase his cultivation for the sake of improving it? Why did his Dao Heart need to rely on the Heavens? Why did it need to rely on time? Why wasn’t he already perfect?

The frustration was boiling his blood on the inside, his thoughts so focused on his weaknesses that he missed the forest for the trees.

Ailsa slowly put her hand down and the two travelled forward in silence. She didn’t ask any questions, and with Ryu cutting off most of his senses and emotions from this clone, she couldn’t feel what the real Ryu was going through even if she had had the heart to do so.

But did she have the heart in the first place?

She really… really didn’t want to see him in that state again.

Her gaze shifted to the cold side profile of her husband once again. He stared off into the distance, his mind and body so focused he seemed to forget that she was there in the first place.

Suffocated. That was what she was feeling now.

The day Ryu first confessed to her, the day he accepted her as his wife… she remembered it so clearly.

It was out of the blue. She had fallen out of the habit of checking his mind because he never checked hers. With her pride, she just silently stopped doing so at least to a great depth.

But she could remember the ecstasy she had felt, because it was like he was baring his soul to her of his own accord, gracing her with his thoughts and feelings not because he had to, by mandate of the HEavens and their Life Partner Title, but because he wanted to.

She had forgotten the value of that feeling; it instead boiled over into frustration as she suffered loss after loss—not because her own cultivation talent was lacking, or because she hadn’t had enough time, but rather because her husband was too weak.

A swelling of regret pooled in her chest, her eyes misting over before her qi evaporated it away in an instant.

Suddenly she stopped.

Ryu’s clone looked her way.

"What is it?" he asked.

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Ailsa gave him a look, then suddenly pivoted. She stomped a foot into space and then dashed in another direction.

Ryu’s clone frowned. That direction, wasn’t that where his true body was?

Ailsa’s speed was great, far greater than anything he could measure up against… if it wasn’t for the fact that he had tethered this clone to her Fate. It was how he had been able to find her in the vastness of space to begin with.

As such, despite how fast Ailsa had been moving, he had always been able to keep up. Now was no exception.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his body floating by her without the slightest hint of strain.

Ailsa didn’t respond.

Ryu’s eyes narrowed. "Ailsa—."

"Reform the connection or I’m not speaking to you anymore!" Ailsa screamed.

Her voice came out more shrill than she expected, and far more agitated. The echo of her voice peeled across the darkness they were soaring past, world after world, twisting laws and shifting runes flying by them as they stepped from one world order to the next seamlessly and unhurriedly.

Ailsa might have been moving fast, and Ryu could feel that she was actually pushing to her limits, but her face didn’t look very much strained either.

Ryu was taken aback by Ailsa’s reaction.

He paused, not sure of what to say for a long while before he shook his head.

"No."

Ailsa’s heart trembled.

"If you want to go back and see this, you’re free to try. I will defeat this challenge before you arrive."

Ryu’s clone vanished.

The suffocating feeling in Ailsa’s chest was only rising. A shadow that had been hanging over her, one that she hadn’t even known was there before, became larger.

And then she shattered it.

Tears fell from her eyes in streams.

A striving for perfection was probably what plagued them both.

She had failed to protect Nemesis. She had failed to protect Yaana. She had failed to stop the Fiends and the Fey. She had failed to stop the Ruin Master Guild. She had failed to stop the Heavenly Court.

One after another, she failed, and she failed again, and then she piled it all up on Ryu so that she could escape the fate of blaming herself.

It was easier that way, just like it was easier for Ryu to pretend as though his former lives weren’t him at all.

But that weak Ailsa was her. And in that state, she had said things to her husband that had made the state of his own heart far worse instead of better.

She was his wife… and yet he refused to allow her to see him at his weakest.

And now, he just might do something reckless to ensure she never did.

He was determined. She would either arrive to see a man that had risen above it all… Or…

"RYU!" Ailsa’s shrill cry filled the abyss.

A corpse.