Talented Martial Hero

Chapter 110 Realization

The sudden events brought fear to Darren.

He could feel his blood and flesh shriveling so fast as the dying and withering breath invaded his body

continuously.

In great surprise, Darren immediately battled his thoughts and dispatched all his internal force and

sword intent in a desperate attempt to block the queer breath.

It was like watering off a duck's back. The strange and withering breath permeated into Darren's pores,

soon it had soaked through every inch of Darren's skin.

But Darren couldn't feel any pain.

"What should I do?"

Under the intense pressure of the situation, Darren battled his thoughts once again to try to assimilate

the strange breath.

To his desperation, he failed none the less.

He was able to assimilate talent, cardiac core, and sword intent successfully, but this was something

else. There wasn't anything he could do about it. The mysterious stone in his mind had no reaction to

the withering breath.

"Elsa, you as well..."

Just when Darren was about to give up, he saw the same changes happening to Elsa as they

happened to him.

At this moment, both Darren and Elsa were going through indescribable changes. It was as if they were

witnessing the elapsing of time, marking the signs of aging in their hearts. They had so many things left

undone, they had just fallen in love.

'To age and die in this manner?'

Darren could not accept the way he and Elsa were aging. But they were unable to resist the power no

matter how hard he tried.

"The power of a rule cultivator," Darren sighed.

Their bodies continued to shrivel, soon they would be turned into nothing but bones.

'The power of a rule cultivator?' Darren thought. 'Where does the power of a rule cultivator lie? It's

somewhere between heaven and earth, isn't it? I can try to comprehend the true meaning of the power

brought by the rule master.'

Meanwhile, he recalled the queer gestures of the men in the black robes engraved on the stony pillars.

Of course his memory had helped him memorize all the gestures.

Lost in deep silence, Darren imitated the same gestures engraved on the stone pillars. A moment later,

he felt as if everything around them had vanished.

In the darkness, countless varicolored spots of light flew through the air.

Darren was like an onlooker watching these spots of light dance friskily in the darkness. He also saw

many green ones being dragged out of his and Elsa's bodies via gray threads as thin as hair.

'That's the breath of life. Ours are being taken away from us, but what are those thin threads? They are

threads of the rule, just like the silvery silk threads of the Avatar Rule!'

Darren saw the light suddenly. He then tried to connect with those thin threads through his Omnipotent

Talent Skill.

Buzz.

Darren's head heard and felt a loud ringing. He opened his eyes and the world around them had

changed.

Apart from the silvery silk threads, there were many gray silk threads with green spots of light stringed

through them.

"It seems a little different," he said to himself.

Darren tried to comprehend what was happening. He tried to connect with the gray silk threads, but he

could not touch them at all as if they were just images in his head.

'Like the Omnipotent Talent Skill, the power of a rule cultivator has something to do with the rule. But

not the same rule as that of a martial skill cultivator.

What's the difference on earth?'

Darren beat up his brain, trying his hardest to understand. They were almost out of time, their bodies

were withering. Death was coming.

'What's the difference? What's the difference on earth?

A martial skill cultivator needs to connect the details of the rule before developing his Omnipotent

Talent Skill. Connection with only one silk thread would be enough to possess the power of the rule.

But how about a rule cultivator? Mr. Wan didn't seem to have any martial skill strength. He must have

possessed some power of the rule, or else he would not have been able to create the rune with

enormous power.

Got it!' In comparison, Darren finally grasped the key point. His face lit up in joy.

The Holy Lord of the Dragon Holy Land, Scott, had enveloped his consciousness over the forbidden

area since Darren entered it. He suspected something to be unusual.

More than twenty days of calmness loosened his consciousness. There had been nothing worthy of

immense attention.

In the great dragon shadow, Scott opened his eyes and turned into a dragon shadow of nothingness

and soared above. He intended to inform the other lords of his discovery. After all, they had to follow

the teachings of the deceased lords before they took the position of the Holy Lords of the Holy Lands.

They would allow a living person to enter the forbidden area in no circumstance.

The moment he flew out, he felt some abnormal activities coming from the great hall.

Some queer power came out of the great hall following a slight tremble. Scott was instantly alerted.

"Is that... I haven't felt that kind of power in many years," Scott muttered solemnly.

He used to sense that kind of strange power every ten years, but he had just sensed that less than

three years ago. This was obviously out of the ordinary.

'It must have had something to do with the fact that two people have entered the forbidden area, ' he

thought.

Immediately he returned to the dragon shadow. After a brief thought, he was determined to keep the

news of the abnormal activities hidden from the other lords.

'The power is much weaker than before. What happened?'

Scott mulled in his mind and stared at the great hall steadily. But there weren't any more abnormal

activities. .

Inside the great hall, Darren was still engrossed in the rule world composed of silvery and gray silk

threads.

The difference was that the gray silk threads that dragged the green light-spots out of his body started

to break off one by one while the green spots of light returned and brought vitality back to his body.

When these spots of light returned to Darren's body, he stopped cutting off those gray silk threads and

transferred his thoughts to Elsa.

Now, Elsa had lost her spirits. Like a dead tree, her consciousness was also about to disappear.

Tiny green spots of light barely visible to the naked eye started to fly back into her body as if they were

answering a call from the distant skyline.

As time went by, Elsa's skin slowly became more tender and sanguine until her original appearance

came back.

Then Darren retrieved his thoughts and began to replenish his own vitality.

"Eh..."

a hoarse voice was heard from the dark end of the great hall, full of doubt.

He raised his head, his dry and withered face was covered under a black cloak. Without a scrap of

flesh, only green energy meridians could be seen across his body. He had deep eye sockets, and small

green spots of light served as his eyeballs.

With a crutch in his hand, he stumbled forward.

"You have connected with the rule."

He raised his head and looked at Darren, green spots of light fluttered like wild fire in his own eyes. He

must have looked surprised if he could have any expressions.

Darren opened his eyes. Half of the old man's withered face exposed from his black robe startled

Darren.

"Sir, are you the rule cultivator who has been guarding this place?" Darren asked, confused.

He didn't expect someone to be living there.

But when Darren tried to use his thought to detect the old man's breath of life, he felt noting. This made

him even more confused.

Without answering Darren's question, the man in the black robe reached out his withered palm and

made a move in the dark. Immediately countless gray silk threads burst out of the black chains and

enveloped Darren, turning him into a cocoon.

Again, Darren felt his vitality gushing out of his body like cascading rivers.

"Sir!" Darren gave a hasty shout. He felt he couldn't cut these gray powerful silk threads at all with his

thought.

"How could he connect with the rule?" the man in black robe muttered to himself, a coarse voice

uttering from his throat.

"Sir, I have figured out that the martial skill cultivators seize the force of heaven and earth while the rule

cultivators only control it. I broke the gray silk threads by pure coincidence. Please show me mercy."

"Seize the force of the heaven and earth, control the force of the heaven and earth," the old man

repeated slowly. The green spots of light in his hollow eye sockets flashed again. "Follow me," his voice

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The gray silk threads that enveloped Darren and Elsa vanished along with his words.