CHAPTER 1087 TO DEFY THE ANCESTOR'S ORDER

Darren was still in the middle of practicing. He concentrated all his attention on practicing the Body

Weaponizing. He had no idea what had happened on the other side of the battle space.

However, that did not mean that the guardian did not know what had happened.

Actually, the guardian had already figured it all out when the four black iron coffins landed.

But the guardian was formed by rules and was only around to answer questions. He did not care about

anything else.

"Well... Let's see.

Body Weaponizing is also divided into nine different grades. The one who can truly grasp the ninth

grade can turn into an otherworldly divine weapon!"

That was what made this cultivation method unique and what enabled the cultivators to become

warriors that bested even top masters.

The force of Darren's body couldn't be increased by much if he only used an extraordinarily divine

weapon. However, if his body itself were the divine weapon, then things would be much different.

If he succeeded, he would become a legendary weapon that was capable of thought. He would be

even stronger than Todd, the God of Sword!

However, it was by no means easy to be able to turn a body into a weapon, because this cultivation

method could not be mastered simply by relying on the cultivators' comprehension.

To succeed in grasping this skill, one needed to have a special bloodline. Only one of the Ancient

Families, the Ji Clan, possessed this kind of blood power from their ancestors. However, after

generations of Ji family members had been born, their special blood was no longer pure enough to

practice the advanced stage of this legendary cultivation method.

Darren was stumped by the fact that a special bloodline was needed to cultivate the skill.

"If I force myself to comprehend the skill and break the limit of my own blood power, would it be

possible for me to grasp the skill?" Darren pondered.

The reason why specific blood power was necessary for learning the skill was because the man who

had created it only wanted those with his blood to be able to use it. It was meant only for his

successors.

"Let me try to comprehend the first grade."

Darren was able to master the first grade of the cultivation method. As long as his blood power was

motivated, he had the chance to transform into a weapon.

The first grade was easy, but it was a vital step.

This grade of the cultivation method would determine what kind of weapon the warrior could be

transformed into.

"Since I'm specializing in the Blade and Sword Cultivation, I can choose between a blade or a sword."

Darren had been practicing both the sword and blade skills. Either one would be a good choice.

However, Darren did not know which one he should pick.

Each weapon had its own unique advantage.

The sword was fierce and mighty, with strong penetrating power. The blade was powerful and majestic,

with destructive power.

Suddenly, an idea dawned on Darren.

"Since I cultivate both the sword and the blade skills, why don't I try turning into a weapon that would

combine them?"

Darren smiled. If he managed to turn his body into a sword and a blade at the same time, then this

cultivation method would have immense power!

"Ho, the first grade of Body Weaponizing! Transform!"

Darren yelled, drawing on the skill to change his body. Sword intent and blade intent emerged from his

body and surrounded him.

Under the impact of the magical skill, the sword intent began to cover Darren's body. Suddenly, the

blade intent did the same thing.

"Oh, my God!"

Darren suddenly let out a cry of pain. Hundreds of wounds had appeared on his body, and his blood

gushed out freely.

"No way. Without the support of the bloodline, the blade and sword intents will disperse and wound

me!"

The blade and sword intents were not under Darren's control when they were guided by the power of

the skill. They would hurt him even further if they got out of control.

'What if I use my power to suppress the blade and sword intents before they dissipate?' Darren

thought.

On the other side of the Virtual Battle Space

Shura's long hair flew in the air. The killing intent inside him exploded. His cold eyes were staring at the

shadow of the Shura ancestor.

"How dare you betray me?!"

the Shura ancestor growled, malice dripping from his voice.

"I dare not betray you, but I value my own life over everything else. Do not assimilate me!"

Shura replied coldly. Even if it was his ancestor who wanted to take his life, he would fight back with

everything he had.

"Damn it!"

the Shura ancestor cursed, fuming. However, in his heart or hearts, he understood the Shura. After all,

he himself had created this rule to preserve his descendants.

He understood that as long as this rule still worked, his descendants would not be easy to devour.

After all, he was just a shadow now. He had no power to suppress the Shura in front of him.

"Sacrifice yourself for me."

Now that the Shura ancestor knew that he couldn't assimilate his descendants directly, he tried a

different approach.

He could order the Shura to offer himself as sacrifice and transfer most of his blood essence into his

body. In this way, the Shura would not lose his life—it wound be able to go around the rule.

The Shura's body trembled again. He was extremely reluctant to follow his ancestor's command.

Once he sacrificed his blood to the ancestor, he would become a useless man and he would grow

much weaker. owns this.

However, he knew he could not resist such a command. His life was not at stake.

"Roar!"

The Shura raised his head and howled towards the sky.

"You can't stop him, but that doesn't mean others cannot, either."

A hollow, metallic voice rang out in the Shura's mind.

It was the guardian!

According to the rules, the guardian should not care about these things. Even if the entire battle space

collapsed, it should not mean much to him.

However, this Virtual Battle Space had existed for tens of thousands of years. Over the years, the

guardian developed his own ability to think and feel.

In his weak consciousness, he felt that he needed to stop this destructive ancestor from returning to the

world!

His words were like a wake up call to the Shura.

Although he couldn't resist his ancestor himself, it didn't mean that he couldn't allow others to do so!

He raised his head and glanced at the three black iron coffins beside him. Above the coffins stood the

shadows of the other destroyers.

"Kill him for me."

The Shura raised his hand and pointed to the shadow of the Shura ancestor with his slender finger.

"Betrayal! Are you really going to betray me?" the ancestor shouted angrily.

The Shura could do anything he wanted and he was self-conscious. He could not reject the command

of his ancestor, but that didn't mean he could not kill him in another way.

The Shura placed his hope in the three other destroyers beside him.

The other three destroyers looked at the shadow of the Shura ancestor simultaneously.

"If I kill him, you will help me resurrect?"

The first one to speak was the shadow of the Dark Immortal Master.

"I am willing to kill him for you if you are willing to bring me back to life," said another destroyer.

The Shura stood silently. Apparently, he couldn't do what the two destroyers asked him to do.

To resurrect the destroyers, one must use the blood essence that belonged to a destroyer himself. The

Shura's bloodline was only inherited from his ancestor. How could he bring the others back to life?

"In my name, I'll make you my sacrifice!"

At this moment, a voice shrouded by rules penetrated the Shura's mind.

The Shura's consciousness slowly slipped away from him. He simply had no way of resisting anymore.