CHAPTER 297 BLOODLINE

"All right. You can enter now," the village head, Fris, said as he raised his hand. In the next moment,

mist enveloped everyone.

The superior talents were transferred to the stone tablet. Darren was surprised as they had

disappeared without a trace.

"Eh? Where are they?" As soon as Darren stepped inside the stone tablet, he found himself standing in

front of a huge grave. A glance showed him that no one else was around.

"Each of the superior talents has entered a different grave." Fris explained as he magically appeared

beside Darren.

"Sir, we have come here for the Primitive Stones. Are the Primitive Stones in the graves?" Darren

saluted Fris and asked.

"I can perceive that the Primitive Stones are important to you. However, are you sure that you don't

want the other treasures?" Fris smiled faintly as he continued to speak. "After you enter the graves, not

only will you get the Primitive Stones, but you will also get other more precious things. Do you want to

know about these treasures?"

"Yes, sir." Darren was curious. He wondered what other precious items had been buried in the graves,

aside from the Primitive Stones.

"Okay. You should relax and use your spiritual sense." With a light chuckle, Fris waved his rough hands

above Darren's head. As strange memories flooded his mind, Darren was dumbfounded by what he

saw.

Numerous ancient pictures appeared in his head. As he looked through those pictures, he learned

about the history of the Primitive Stones and the invaluable treasures that were buried inside the grave.

"The Raksa Sea is also an ancient battlefield!"

According to the memories, the Raksa Sea was an ancient battlefield of the Middle Age. It had been

around for well over thirty million years!

Darren knew that the Lothlann Continent had four ancient Ages—the Remote Age, the Ancient Age,

the Middle Age, and the Last Age. Sprinkled between those milestone Ages were several small Ages

that didn't last long, such as the Hadean Age.

Every Age had a miserable history marked by massive devastation.

The memories, however, didn't give Darren a clear idea of the details that would help him with his

exploration. But he knew that in each historically significant age, numerous talents disappeared without

a trace. They were so smart and wise, and few people could match their abilities at that time.

In the Middle Age, unsurpassed geniuses gathered in the human world. But, they were all destroyed in

the end. Darren could tell that the Primitive Stones had something to do with this destruction of talents.

The grave in front of Darren belonged to a master. What was more, his bloodline was buried inside his

grave!

"Sir, how can I get the bloodline?"

Darren could feel that the bloodline was tens of thousands of times powerful than that of the Ancient

Families.

"Ha-ha." Fris' face broke into a smile. He replied, "Little boy, with your current strength, it is virtually

impossible for you to get that bloodline. It is the ultimate treasure in the grave. You will be lucky if you

get some Primitive Stones and battle skills from the Remote Age."

Hearing Fris, a confident smile appeared on Darren's face. Lifting his chin, Darren said, "That's not

true. I have some secret methods. I might able to get it."

Fris shook his head at the boy's confidence. With a gentle smile, he said, "Although you learn

conflicting martial arts skills, you haven't completely mastered it yet. I can also detect that you have the

inheritance skill of the dragons. However, you are not proficient at it. You have a pretty intense

bloodline, but it isn't strong enough. So, I'm sure that you can't get that treasure."

Darren was shocked when he heard the village head's explanation. He was dumbfounded by this old This belongs to - ©.

man's ability to see through him.

"Wait, that's strange."

The village head muttered as he studied Darren from head to toe. Astonishment reflected in his

expression as he said, "I can't believe that you control a small world. That's impressive."

"You can see that too?" Now, Darren was flabbergasted.

"That's great. If that little guy in your small world were here to fight, he would surely get the bloodline in

the grave. As for the other guy, I'm seventy percent sure that he could get it." Fris didn't answer

Darren's question. On the contrary, he kept talking about other things.

"Sir, who are the two guys you referred to?" Darren asked.

"One of them is the son of a strong holy warrior, and the other has great potential to grow into a holy

warrior. Young man, you are so lucky. If you can become their master, you will be a lot more promising

than they were. You will reach the Holy Realm too in the future."

Hearing Fris, Darren finally knew that he was talking about the little boy and Finley.

That little boy was so powerful. His strength was nearly equivalent to the Shadow Emperor's. So, he

must be the son of a holy warrior. As for Finley, the old guardian in the Ancient Void Battlefield had said

that Finley's real body had become a holy warrior in the later ages. So, Darren guessed that Finley

must be the potential holy warrior.

If a person wanted to get the inherited bloodline, he must be a genius as strong as the little boy and

Finley. Darren thought that with his current strength, he couldn't match their power. He also realized

that Finley was a lot stronger than he was.

But to Darren's surprise, Fris couldn't detect that strange stone in his head. He couldn't help but

wonder what kind of power the strange stone had.

"Sir, what kind of bloodline did the master in the grave have? Why were talents like Finley the only

ones who could get it?" Darren asked out of curiosity.

"Ha-ha. Initially, that master's bloodline was not that powerful. But as the rules in the later ages

gradually improved and had more suppressive effects on human strength, comparatively, the bloodline

became more and more powerful. For example, if the master in this grave had lived in this world, he

would have been able to defeat the holy warriors of the current age. If he were a senior master of the

Middle Age, few people could match his power. If he were a master in the Remote Age, he would be

more powerful than a strong master in the Ancient Age and the Middle Age."

He stopped for a second before continuing, "The master in the grave carries the Augmented Attack

Bloodline. It was more powerful than the Belligerence Bloodline. Its power increased by a thousand

times. Actually, this kind of bloodline was not good enough. It was just a little powerful than the one that

was ranked the lowest among all the bloodlines.

Although it is not that powerful, it is still an invaluable treasure for human beings in the later ages," Fris

explained.

"Well, I see." Darren nodded in comprehension. Even though the bloodlines were insignificant to Fris,

they were rather precious to Darren. If he could have the bloodline, his strength would be a thousand

times powerful than it used to be. He couldn't imagine how great that would be.

Darren yearned for the bloodline, but when he thought that only extreme talents like Finley could

acquire it, he became a little depressed.

"Little fellow, cheer up. In over ten thousand years, only three people have succeeded in getting the

bloodline in the Raksa Sea. It has only been a hundred years since those three people got the

bloodlines. So, you might meet them in the future."

"About one hundred years?" Darren was surprised. What Fris said reminded him of someone. It

occurred to him that John Doe, who was on the Sky Chart, must be one of the three people.

There were four islands In the Raksa Sea. Each island had a unique inherited bloodline. So Darren

didn't know which island John Doe had been to. He asked Fris about it, but he didn't know either.

"This time, all of the superior talents who entered the Raksa Sea are not qualified to get the bloodlines.

So, you don't need to be depressed. There are some other good things in the grave too."

"Alas. Thank you so much, sir. I will try my best. If I can't get it, then that is my fate," Darren replied.

"Right. You can go now. And, there is one more thing that I want to tell you. From all the superior

talents, if you get the most treasures, I will give you an extra chance. You can choose a grave and fight

again. You can pick up another day to fight, but it must be within a hundred years. Do you understand?"

"I see. Thank you so much, sir." Darren nodded before entering the grave.