บท 1217: Fool?

Suddenly, Ryu understood. He had an Ancient Dao and it was what he had relied upon to pass her trial, however there was a distinct lack of branding on his forehead. If you put two and two together, this conclusion was almost obvious. How could anyone reach the conclusion that he, as a Dao Pedestal Realm expert, was able to avoid a brand created by the Higher Heavens?

Even now that Ryu knew what the Favor Alchemy Sky God was getting at, it was difficult to explain in a few words, and even more difficult to prove it.

"I see… I'm not from the Higher Heavens."

Instead of waiting for the Favor Alchemy Sky God, Ryu's aura flourished and his Qilin, Dragon and Phoenix Bloodlines flourished.

"I am from a Middle World."

This was the easiest way to prove himself. The Higher Heavens would never allow such Bloodlines to come together, only in the lower worlds where the variables were so enormous and variable could something so ridiculous happen.