Lord Of Martial Arts

When the old man showed up, Darren turned around to get a good look at him. He was met with an expression full of fear and shock on the old man's face.

'Is this old man really not a big shot?' Darren thought.

"Don't you have any idea what this is?"

"How am I supposed to know where the scarlet monster came from?!" Without thinking, the old man stepped back and instinctively hid behind Darren.

Darren kept silent. After some observation, he concluded that the Shura should be restrained for some time. During this window of opportunity, he should do his best to find the World Essence.

"Let's go. Just ignore him,"

Darren said as he walked towards the lake. The old man wordlessly tailed Darren, shivering.

In front of Hiram's tomb, Darren stood contemplatively. He stared into nowhere, deep in thought.

"Sir, did anyone ask you to relay a message, or any instructions before sending you here?" Darren said as he spun around to face the old man.

Seeing Darren's stern face, the old man was lost in thought for a moment before he finally spoke.

"Now that you mention it, that man did give a few orders to me. But alas, I'm too old to remember what they were."

"Who was it that asked you to come here? How long have you been here?" Darren asked.

"Honestly, I can't remember how long it has been. Though I do remember the man who brought me here. He was a young man, donning some dazzling cyan armor. Yes, he also looked very handsome and well built. There wasn't a grave when I first arrived here," the old man said.

"What?"

Darren's eyes widened when he realized just how long the old man had been here. Based on what he recounted, the old man had been living in the bronze coffin for millions of years!

It was baffling. If he possessed an ordinary human body, how could he have lived for millions of years? Even a holy emperor could only live for one million years at most.

"It's quite eerie. After I came here, time seems to have stopped. I don't even know how old I am anymore. I've stayed the same," the old man murmured. His voice trailed off as he spoke. It was as if he was falling back into deep thought.

"No wonder you're forgetful."

Darren understood now. Millions of years had passed. Of course the old man couldn't recall what happened.

However, it also became clear to Darren that this old man was definitely not an ordinary person. The young man in cyan armor who brought him to this place should be Hiram the Great.

in thought. Besides that, he would also visit Hiram the Great's tomb with a downcast look.

One day, the old man returned to the tomb again as Darren observed.

"I'm so sorry, buddy. But I can't control myself anymore. Please forgive me,"

the old man said to the tomb while cupping his hands. Then he fumbled a few times, leaning on the tombstone.

A large booming noise shook the surroundings.

The tombstone suddenly collapsed!

Darren was taken aback by the scene.

He hurried out and sneakily rushed over to the side of the tomb.

As he arrived, he noticed the old man was long gone. He noticed a cave appear in the area where the tombstone collapsed.

Darren's heart skipped a beat at the revelation. It turned out that there was an entrance at the tomb of Hiram the Great! This was likely the hiding place for the World Essence!

But he was confused, why hadn't the old man told him about this?

Darren jumped into the cave and planned to scour it.

It was a shallow cave by Darren's standards—a mere ten feet away from the ground. A dark passage lay ahead.

Darren couldn't feel the old man's aura at the tunnel's entrance. He treaded carefully further into the tunnel.

About two hours later, a light shone in front of him.

"Who goes there?!"

An old voice bellowed. The old man frantically ran back and bumped right into Darren.

"Hey, no worries, it's me,"

Darren said calmly.

"What? How could it be?"

The old man raised his head and squinted—recognizing Darren with the help of a faint light.

"I've made a mistake. I'm guilty. I shouldn't have come here," the old man said in a trembling voice.