CHAPTER 315 BLACK BEETLE

"What I am talking about is talent degree. Why do you keep on asking me such an easy question?"

Finley rolled his eyes towards Darren.

"Talent degree?" Darren furrowed his eyebrows quizzically. Suddenly, he was hit with a wave of

realization. He had forgotten that talent was the base of the martial world. No wonder the master with a

big golden hand kept on reminding him that he should make the best of his assimilation skill.

Darren recalled how fascinated he was when he read about those ancient superior talents on a

brochure. He couldn't help but gasp in administration as he flipped through the pages. He couldn't

figure out why those superior talents were able to make such great achievements in history.

For example, at just the age of fifteen, Finley had already reached the Grand Realm. By the time he

was twenty years old, he had refined the holy body. How shocking was that?

"So what level of talent degree have you reached? The ninth level of the Heaven Degree?" Darren

asked out loud. He was beaming with curiosity.

"Ha-ha!" Finley couldn't help but let out a chuckle at his oblivious question. "Do you really think that the Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

level nine of the Heaven Degree is the top level in talent? Let me tell you one thing. The talent of level

nine of the Heaven Degree means nothing more than a worthless trash in martial art world."

Darren's eyes widened in surprise as he stared incredulously at Finley. The realization that there was a

level higher than the Heaven Degree left him dumbfounded.

"You mean that there are some super geniuses in the world who are superior to those masters whose

talent have reached the Heaven Degree?" Darren asked, subconsciously voicing out his thoughts.

"That's right. And that is the secret behind those super masters in the history," Finley calmly replied as

if he just didn't share some mind-blowing information to Darren.

"Well, I see. Can you tell me what kind of talent is that?" Darren asked.

"My talent is the most powerful one in the world—the Genuine Domain Degree!" Finley's heart swelled

with pride as he explained. "Talent can be graded at different levels. A person whose talent is at the

Genuine Domain Degree is able to absorb spiritual energy from other unknown fields. Thus, it is way

more powerful than the spiritual energy that you normally absorb from the sky and earth only in your

world.

Actually, there are some martial artists whose talents are far more powerful than my talent, but I don't

know much about them."

Upon hearing Finley's explanation, Darren pieced together the obvious reality. He realized that it was

because of the powerful martial art talent enabled those super talents to have such great achievements

in history. He recognized the importance of improving his talent as it played such an important role.

"Darren, do you think that I must be a rare talent since I had been in the Sky Chart of the Talent Roll

before?" Finley suddenly asked.

"Yes. You ranked the number three in the Sky Chart of the Talent Roll at that time. Did it mean that you

are almost the best in your era? There are few people who can match your power," Darren immediately

responded, as he was certain Finley was among the top superior talents in his era.

"Ha-ha." Finley burst out laughing. He must have thought Darren was so clueless. "You should

remember that only those who are under the age of thirty are able to enter the Talent Roll. As for those

who are over the age of thirty, I'm sure that there are also some great talents among them. What about

those who had been in the Sky Chart but were knocked out the Chart when they turned thirty? Are you

saying that they are not powerful anymore when they are no longer in the Sky Chart?"

Finley stopped for a second and continued, "So unknown talents are everywhere. The Talent Roll can

only show one's talent of his or her young age. Since the Talent Roll has age limits, it is highly

unrealistic to use the ranking in the Talent Roll as a yardstick against those talents' real strength.

There is a popular misconception that if one can enter the Talent Roll, he or she will be regarded as the

most talented people in their generation. Actually, the Talent Roll can't represent their real talent."

Darren listened attentively as Finley explained all of these to him. Only then was he able to understand

it in a clearer light, as all of his initial knowledge and assumptions had been debunked with all of its

misconceptions and inaccuracies. He realized that the so-called Talent Roll only covered a short period

of time. Every talent who had entered the Talent Roll only showed some parts of their talents when they

were young. Their real strength was difficult to define through a mere roll, because things changed

rapidly in history. Perhaps, those talents who used to shine like a diamond in the Talent Roll were really

just a flash in the pan. Perhaps, there were some super talents who were able to have great

achievements when they got older.

"You're right. I made such an oblivious remark. It is completely wrong to think that one is a super talent

as long as he or she is in the Talent Roll," Darren calmly said, the realization hit him hard in the face.

Now, he had a better understanding.

"Ha-ha. That's right. I'm glad that you figured it out," Finley said reassuringly. He flashed a kind smile

on his face.

"What are you guys talking about? I don't even understand a word of the conversation," Water Kylin

interjected. He was confused by Finley's words.

"You are just an idiot, so you don't need to understand what we were talking about," Finley retorted,

annoyance evident on his face. He rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Fuck! I'm..." Water Kylin swore, his face flushed red in anger. When he saw Finley's cold eyes, he just

swallowed those words and said, "I'm gonna go."

"Ha-ha." Seeing Water Kylin's poor face, Finley and Darren couldn't help but burst into laughter. Tears

formed into their eyes, and they clutched their stomach tightly as they laughed at Water Kylin's

receding figure.

"Wait a second," Darren shouted. "I want to go to the Devil Den to find something. Can you come with

me? That place might be dangerous. With my current strength, I'm afraid that I can't handle it."

"What is Devil Den? Is it the place where I came across the female Kylin? You can't go there!" Water

Kylin's pulse quickened at the thought.

According to Mathew's notes, the Devil Den was indeed in that island which was filled with purple mist.

Water Kylin recalled that he had been beaten almost to death before, and he assumed that he must

have entered that Devil Den.

"What happened to you at that time? I can't believe that you couldn't defeat your opponent," Darren

asked curiously.

"Shit! I didn't lose at that time!" Water Kylin roared. Frustration evident on his face.

"And why were you beaten to death?" Darren retorted as he scorned at Water Kylin. He folded his

hands together as he waited for his response.

"Just hear me out, okay? I didn't lose, because even before the battle started, it almost killed me

already. In a split second, I was hit by something so powerful that I didn't even have a chance to hit

back. It was just greater than what I could handle. There was an extremely powerful black beetle in the

Devil Den. Its strength was nearly equal to a four-star grand warrior. It almost killed me!" Water Kylin

patted his chest with his claws.

'Black beetle? If that is the case, I should plan this out carefully. Since thousands of years have passed,

I am not sure whether the corpse is still in there, ' Darren thought deeply as he covered his mouth with

his hands. He let out a deep sigh.

Seven-star grand warrior's corpse would be able to remain intact if there was no extremely intense

power to destroy it. However, during that long period of time, it was uncertain what had happened to

the corpse. Darren was afraid that after all those years, the corpse might be stolen or buried in the dust

and dirt.

More importantly, he realized that things had become more complicated when Darren got this new

information about a powerful black beetle that nearly killed Water Kylin in the Devil Den.

When Mathew begged Darren to look for the corpse, he also reminded Darren that only when he

reached the Wonder Realm would he be able to enter the Devil Den. Darren guessed that Mathew had

probably planned out everything. He knew that if Darren reached the Wonder Realm, his strength

would be equal to a grand warrior. Thus, he would be able to protect himself from any harm when he

entered the Devil Den. Otherwise, if some ordinary people entered the Devil Den, they were doomed to

die.

"Yes. I had neared that place before. At that time, the most powerful creature's strength inside the Devil

Den was only equal to a master of primary stage of the Grand Realm. I can't believe that after several

hundred years, that damned beetle had become so powerful," Water Kylin said angrily, his heart filling

with rage.

"Well, there is one thing I want to ask you. That beetle you were talking about, what does it look like?"

"It is just an insect. What else do you expect it to be?" Water Kylin randomly waved his claws in the air

and tried to explain what it looked like.

"You are such an idiot." Darren and Finley rolled their eyes at Water Kylin at the same time. "Does it

look like this?" Darren asked as he turned on the demon core.

He activated his demonic transformation skill. In no time, his entire body was covered with black shell.

The killing vibe that emitted from his body was a lot stronger than earlier.

"Huh? Holy crap. Master, are you a black beetle too?!" Water Kylin's eyes grew wider.

"You idiot, I have used demonic transformation skill before. You have seen that, haven't you? How

could you forget about that?" Darren railed at him. He looked at him disapprovingly.

"Oh. No wonder I felt something familiar with that black beetle when I first met it. So you and the black

beetle are of the same kind." Water Kylin hummed and stared at Darren with a look of complete

disdain.

"Get lost! We are gonna give you a good kick!" Darren and Finley lunged their fists towards Water

Kylin. Water Kylin moved defensively.

"Boo-hoo. You guys are bullying me. You guys promised that none of you will hit me again! Now you

can't keep your word. Your human beings are all bastards!" Water Kylin murmured in a pitiful tone. His

voice was resentful from their betrayal.

Darren let out an embarrassed cough. He covered his mouth and shifted his eyes to the opposite

direction. "You asked for it and you only have yourself to blame,"

Darren said as he approached Water Kylin. "Can you come with me? I might have some good ways

that can get us into the Devil Den. You can guard on the outside, so you can help me when we are in

danger." He reached out his hands and stroked Water Kylin's head tenderly as if he was petting a dog.

"Humph!" Water Kylin gave out a snort and said, "There is no changing in your mind, huh? I knew I will

die one day because of you."

Darren disregarded his retort and used his spiritual sense to transfer both of them out of the Ancient

Void Battlefield.