CHAPTER 227 THE PRIMITIVE STONE CONTAINING THE HEAVENLY REPRESSION RULE

Darren had fled and left in his wake some aggressive words. It almost drove the Holy Lord of the Blade

Holy Land mad.

'His cultivation is only at the Mysterious Realm! This boy is as weak as an ant, but he killed my two

sons. He's my sworn enemy, how can I let this bastard escape?' He gritted his teeth, regretting that he

didn't take the opportunity to kill Darren before.

The Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land waved his blade angrily and smashed the entire training ground

with strong blade intent. He roared, venting his anger.

"Bryan is going mad. I had better go now," Waldo, the rule cultivator in purple robe said to himself.

Afraid of Bryan's furious resentment, he left rapidly using his secret skill.

He felt a sense of foreboding when he looked back the line of words written in blood.

After the rule cultivator had left, several powerful entities emerged from the sky. They were the Holy

Lords from all of the Holy Lands.

"You are too arrogant, Bryan! How dare you threaten to slaughter the disciples of my Holy Land?"

"Bryan, are you sure you don't take us seriously?"

"You better give us an explanation, otherwise, I won't mind killing you here and now!"

The thunderous angry voices echoed throughout the entire Blade Holy Land.

Bryan stopped and stood in mid-air, motionless. His face remained unchanged as he stared at them.

But the elders of the Blade Holy Land were all frightened. They regretted their previous actions. Oh,

how they wished they'd tried their best to dissuade their Holy Lord.

"Don't you want to explain, huh?" The Holy Lord Landon walked forward in the sky.

He was the strongest among the eight great Holy Lords. But Scott might be as strong as Landon after

he refined the Dragon Saliva Fruit.

Bang!

Suddenly, a shadow of green lotus rushed towards the Holy Lord of Blade Holy Land.

"Diana?" some of the Holy Lords exclaimed.

They looked intently at her and observed that her eyes were glazed over with total fury.

Bryan activated his blade intent and dodged the attack in a flash.

"You want to kill me? Come on, kill me!" Bryan shouted.

He launched into a fierce battle with Diana at once.

The violent power of the two Holy Lords' combat made the earth shake and the air tremble. The other

Holy Lords looked around at each other with uncertainty. This was going to be a chaotic event!

...

After being grabbed by the giant hand, Darren was transported to the Black Cliff of Sword Intent in a

flash.

The attacks from the Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land had wounded him terribly. He felt that his whole

body was falling apart and that he had no trace of strength left in his body.

"Mathew... Sir..." Darren whispered in a weak voice. A dignified old man appeared in front of him right

away.

"Darren! What happened to you? Why are you so badly injured?" Mathew was shocked by Darren's

appearance.

"I, I..." Darren opened his mouth, but he didn't even have any more strength to speak.

"Stop talking and get into the Starry Tower right now!"

Fortunately, Darren had passed all the tests before, so he was easily able to enter the Starry Tower

with Mathew's help.

Using a magic array, Mathew transferred Darren directly to the first floor of the magical building, the

Starry Tower. There were plenty of spiritual herbs there to help Darren recover from injury.

"Come out and find me after you recover," he told Darren. He sighed, wishing he could stay with the

injured young man. But he was not allowed entrance, so he could only wait for Darren outside the

tower.

Darren nodded his head, in a bit of a delirious fog. When he came to, he found himself on the first floor

of the Starry Tower.

...

A month had elapsed. Darren sat among the boundless spiritual herbs. He had finally recovered after

assimilating more than ten thousand superior spiritual herbs.

"I almost died. But thank goodness, I'm safe and sound now." Darren sighed with relief.

He still trembled with a little fear when he recalled the experience. It was not the first time he

experienced the feeling of helplessness in the face of overwhelming power. His eagerness to being

powerful grew stronger. He swore that he would kill the Holy Lord of the Blade Holy Land once his

cultivation base reached the Wonder Realm.

He felt that he had fully recovered. There would be no need to stay in the tower any longer.

He went down, fondly looking around at its walls, before exiting for good. He came to a big lake.

"Hello, Darren! Are you all right? Tell me what happened to you." It was Mathew. He clasped Darren's

hand and smiled, glad to see that his wounds had healed.

"It's a long story. I would have died if I haven't gotten a piece of sword intent by chance..." Darren gave

a brief account of what had happened. "By the way, I have been preparing for my journey to the Raksa

Sea. I've obtained a piece of Primitive Stone, but I don't know how to use it. Can you please teach me,

sir?" he asked.

"Oh yes! Let me see it!" Mathew said.

Darren took out the Primitive Stone and handed it to Mathew.

Mathew studied the Primitive Stone in his hand, turning it over and looking at it closely. He shook his

head. "This Primitive Stone contains the cyan Fire Rule. It won't help you at your cultivation of the

blade intent and sword intent. I'm sorry. I carelessly forgot to tell you before."

"So, what kind of Primitive Stone do I need?" asked Darren.

"Listen to me carefully," Mathew said, gesturing for them to sit down. "The Primitive Stone came from

ancient times. It contains the fragments of ancient Primitive Rules. However, there are many kinds of

rules, and different Primitive Stones contain different rules.

According to my brother's note, what you need is the kind that contains the Heavenly Repression Rule.

As long as you refine many Primitive Stones that hold within them the Heavenly Repression Rule, your

blade intent and sword intent will be strengthened and combined, and will form a new force.

Remember, if you manage this, the new force will be much stronger than any of your previous intents.

And after the integration of the two intents, the new force will also surge as the stages of your blade

intent and sword intent are promoted. For instance, you are cultivating the preliminary sword intent at

the moment. When you reach the premium sword intent, even extreme sword intent, the new force

integrated by the two intents will grow more rapidly.

Of course, in order for the blade and sword intent to fuse, the two intents should be at the equivalent

levels. If your sword intent is at the premium level, your blade intent should also be at the premium

level. Otherwise, they can't fuse. Do you understand?"

"Yes, thank you," Darren nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that he had to find a Primitive Stone containing

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"Darren, I would like to remind you that cultivating both sword and blade intent at the same time is

extremely difficult. Even after integration, you may encounter some unknown bottlenecks that affect

your development. Because my brother hasn't been fully integrated, I can't find in his notes what would

happen after the two intents fuse. However, I know that the Heavenly Repression Rule is a terrible

thing. Even the great masters in the Grand Realm and the Holy Realm dare not cultivate it easily. You

must be very, very careful," Mathew advised him in a serious tone.

Darren thanked Mathew again. He was grateful for his kindness. But for now, in order to survive, he

had to integrate the two intents. He would cross the bridge when he got there and worry about the

future when it came.

"Thank you, sir. I'm going to compete for the top 100 of the Talent Roll. As for your advice, I will try my

best to follow it." Darren recalled what Mathew had told him before, that if his body was found, he

would probably be revived.

Darren's words gratified Mathew. He had never expected Darren to go as far as being able to compete

for the top 100 of the Talent Roll in such a short period of time. And he was continuously surprised to

find that Darren's talent had grown to the ninth level of the Earth Degree. He admitted that Darren's

progress was awesome, but he didn't probe about how it came about. After all, everyone had a right to

keep his own secret.

"You're such a genius boy, Darren! An old man like me is fortunate to meet you. Ha-ha-ha," Mathew

laughed happily.

"You're too kind, sir. I'm not that good." Darren was somewhat embarrassed.

"By the way, if you succeed in the top 100 of the Talent Roll, the Grand Realm warriors will very likely

come to you and ask you to help them get the Primitive Stones they need. At that time, you don't have

to refuse, just promise them you'll do your best. What they want will certainly not be the Primitive Stone

containing the Heavenly Repression Rule. And establishing good ties is an advantageous thing.

It will be good for you to make friends with some of the grand warriors. Even if you can't accomplish

their request, you have nothing to lose," Mathew told him.

"I've heard about that. It will depend," Darren said. Scott had mentioned such proceedings before.

"Well, I have to go now, Darren. I won't disturb you any longer since you need to focus on your

preparation. It's not easy to qualify for the top 100 of the Talent Roll. Just summon me when you're

ready to go," Mathew's figure faded away as he waved goodbye.

After Mathew left, Darren went to the Black Cliff of Sword Intent and watched the vast number of

demonic monsters scurrying about. He had only two steps to complete the body refining. There were

so many demonic monsters here. Maybe, he could find a level six demonic monster to help him

accomplish the organ refining stage!

'Wow! These demonic monsters look dreadful. They must be stronger than both the North Monster

King and the Divine Bull King, ' Darren thought in surprise. He hadn't expected them to be so

formidable. He stood in front of the Black Cliff of Sword Intent, looking for the smallest and weakest

demonic monster carefully. In his mind, a plan quickly began to take shape.