Lord Of Martial Arts

The witcher ancestor motioned for Darren to sit, and said, "What do you want to know?"

"Sir, who brought the one hundred thousand senior holy warriors to the River of Forgetfulness?" Darren asked.

After a moment of silence, the witcher ancestor questioned, "Why do you ask this?"

"Because I know that there is an extremely powerful cultivator hiding in the River of Forgetfulness. He once survived the thunder punishment of the Heavenly Repression. He used the River of Forgetfulness to draw the thunder punishment to ancient times.

Although I have never heard of such a cultivator in any legend or story, I know that he is real. Not long ago, he helped me to block the thunder punishment when I underwent a Heavenly Repression. So, I believe that the hundred thousand ancient senior holy warriors are connected to him somehow."

The witcher ancestor shuddered when he heard Darren's explanation.

"You've met him before?"

"Yes. But his body was hidden in yellow mist, and I couldn't see his face clearly."

"It's good that you didn't see him." Confusion coursed through Darren at the witcher ancestor's remark.

"What do you mean?" Darren asked as he glanced at the witcher ancestor.

"You don't have to know, because you are not supposed to know."

"Why can't I know? Please tell me. Who is he?" Darren beseeched.

"This is not the time to tell you." The witcher ancestor stood and turned his back to Darren. His loose black robe fluttered even though there was no breeze. Finally, after a brief silence, he spoke. "If there is nothing else, you can leave now."

"What?"

Darren didn't expect that the witcher ancestor would ask him to leave after only a few questions.

"Sir, if it makes you uncomfortable, then I won't ask about him.

Can you tell me more about the immortal? Where is she?" Darren hurriedly changed the topic.

The witcher ancestor's black robe settled as he took a deep breath. "She has gone into hiding."

"What?" Such astonishment coursed through Darren that he jumped to his feet. Why would the immortal hide? Did she encounter a strong enemy?

"Is it because she met that person?" Darren asked. Since no one was willing to speak about the strong cultivator, and he seemed terrifying enough to unsettle the witcher ancestor, Darren assumed that the strong cultivator could be the reason the immortal was hiding.

The witcher ancestor's brief nod confirmed Darren's suspicions.

Darren's heart thumped wildly in his chest. That mysterious warrior had scared the immortal. How terrifying was he?

When Darren could feel anger emanating from the witcher ancestor, he changed the topic. "Sir, I have heard that there is a treasure in the River of Forgetfulness. Do you know about it?"

"Do yo

I can survive this as well. Please guide me, sir!"

Darren found it harder and harder to resist the temptation to become a holy emperor. He didn't have the courage or the strength to fight the immortal after she had assimilated Elsa so many years ago. This was a great opportunity for him to be on par with his sworn enemy. He couldn't lose this chance.

"Have you decided?"

"Yes, I have!"

The witcher ancestor hesitated. This was a huge gamble. If Darren failed, then countless years of wait would eventually lead to a destructive ending.

He also knew that if Darren didn't become a holy emperor, it wouldn't be long before the Lothlann Continent was destroyed.

"Okay, I will respect your decision.

But I have a condition. You will cultivate for three years first. Then, I will send you to the Godly City," the witcher ancestor said.

"Sir, please send me there now." From the moment Darren heard that there was a chance for him to rise to the level of a holy emperor, he began to feel restless. He didn't want to wait a second longer, let alone three years.

"Don't be impetuous. I have asked you to cultivate first as sending you to the Godly City will consume a lot of Witcher Power. It will take me three years to accumulate enough power to send you there." The witcher ancestor was annoyed with Darren's impatience.

"Uh..." Darren realized that it had been inappropriate for him to be so eager. So, he nodded awkwardly.

"In my space, spiritual energy cannot fluctuate. You can't use the spiritual energy liquid you have brought here, either. You can leave now. I don't care whether you cultivate or find another way to pass these three years. I'll call you when I'm ready."

"Yes, sir," Darren said as he bowed reverently.

Then the witcher ancestor waved his hand, and a force carried Darren out.