CHAPTER 603 DEEP VALLEY (PART ONE)

"You have been marked, that could only mean one thing, and that's trouble," Zavier frowned while

mouthing out the words slowly.

"What trouble do you mean?" probed Darren further. He was intrigued by how the expression changed

on Zavier's face as he talked to him about the mark.

"Those who are marked are not only chased by people from Divine Lunar Sect, but also by the

mysterious sect behind them. The worst thing about that is the chase only ends the moment the one

who has been marked died.

You are so powerful at such a young age. What a pity! It's only a matter of time before you die or

disappear at the hands of those sects." As he was narrating that, Zavier was quite sorry for Darren's

fate. He couldn't wrap his head around the thought of wasting such a one of a kind warrior as Darren.

"I am sorry, but I am a bit clouded. Can you make it clear for me? What do you mean by the mysterious

sect behind the Divine Lunar Sect?" His eyebrows were on the flick, and the creases on his forehead

deepened as Darren asked.

"I just heard that they are like babies made of soil. They are very sinister and terrible creatures based

on accounts of those who had encountered them. Once they targeted one person, one can never break

free nor escape their wrath. But no one knows when and where they will attack," Zavier responded at

once. His eyes never left Darren's face while he relayed the information to him.

"I have come face to face with that creature, you said. It was indeed peculiar, but powerful not one to

be taken for granted. But, let me clear this out. In other words, the so-called Divine Lunar Sect is not

the clay figurines?" One question after the other, Darren was determined to learn more about his

oppressors. Thus he constantly asked queries from Zavier to gather as much information as he could.

"Of course not. The members of the Divine Lunar Sect are the followers of the clay figurines. Moreover,

they are especially good at collecting the information of some masters for the clay figurines, so that

these clay figurines can kill or chase those masters. Yet, what is puzzling is no one knows exactly why

they have to do such chasings and killings.

Needless to say, there are many members of the Divine Lunar Sect who hold high positions. They can

summon the clay figurines at the expense of their souls. That's why, in general, we at our tribe, only

resist the attacks from the Divine Lunar Sect and do not dare to kill anyone," Zavier verbalized,

narrating to Darren everything that he knew about the Divine Lunar Sect and the mysterious sect of the

clay figurines.

After hearing Zavier's explanation, Darren realized that the young man he had faced earlier used his

soul to summon a clay figurine. That was the reason why he was able to kill Ella when Darren was

unprepared.

"I see. Thank you for your clarifications as well as the pieces of information you have shared with me."

Bowing low, Darren saluted in grateful appreciation to Zavier.

As he straightened himself and faced Zavier this time, he asked, "Now that you know that I am marked,

do you still need me to join your Sacred Wind Palace?"

"Well. I'm sorry, but I cannot risk the lives of my people," replied Zavier with a half-hearted expression.

At the onset, and the thought of it, Zavier looked pity, and it was evident that he didn't want Darren to

join them. If he would be too selfish and insisted on his plan of recruiting Darren, the marked warrior's

joining would only bring more trouble to the Sacred Wind Palace rather than help.

Darren had actually guessed the situation. After all, he didn't intend to join in the first place, so it was

just the right time for him to have freedom of action using the mark as an excuse.

"It doesn't matter. I don't want to join anyway. Thank you for the offer. Oh, before I go, I want to ask one

more thing," basked Darren.

"Go ahead. What do you want to know? I'll answer it to the best that I can," replied Zavier.

"Do you know how to get out of this land and reach the continent outside?" Darren asked with a

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"Well, I know a little about it. But one thing is for sure, after that you have reached the power of the

inferior holy warrior, you will have to suffer the process of 'baptism'. The moment you finish this

process, then you can go out," Zavier said.

"Is that so? Anyway, thanks, and I hope that our paths would cross again someday."

With that, Darren nodded at Zavier and flew away. Zavier, in turn, gave up all hopes and dismissed the

thought that he could be at the company of Darren in the Sacred Wind Palace.

"Alas, what a pity! He will be killed!" Those were the words that Zavier could just say out of his sheer

disappointment. A few minutes had passed, and Zavier was held frozen at where he was standing. He

just watched Darren's receding figure and shook his head.

As the air kissed Darren's cheeks in his flight, on his mind ran the thought that he had almost figured

out everything he needed to know.

Either way, he had to make himself clear, that to deal with the mysterious clay figurines or to go out, the

most crucial point was promoting his strength as soon as possible.

'When I reach the seven-star Grand Realm, maybe I'll possess the power on level pegging to the

inferior holy warrior, or even higher, ' Darren thought silently.

On one incident, Darren had heard from Mathew that the seven-star Grand Realm was a vast realm,

and reaching the apparent peak of the seven-star Grand Realm would enable one to kill an inferior holy

warrior.

But Darren, at the extremes of it, felt that Hanson and Mathew, who were at the seven-star Grand

Realm, could even kill the golden-armored law enforcer of the Sacred Palace!

Being with Mathew's company, Darren had witnessed how potent he was when it came to battle. Thus

it would be fair to say that he was well aware of how terrible Mathew's killing sword intent was.

Similarly, Hanson had cultivated both blade and sword simultaneously. The moment the poison was

removed from his body, he would be even more potent than Mathew. Hairs on his back stood on ends

at the thought of how devastating and destructive would Mathew's and Hanson's powers be. Darren

could not put into words how dominant would the two of them be.

Therefore, as he saw himself on the same level with them, the instant Darren stepped into the seven-

star Grand Realm and reached the top level, he assumed that he would also have the strength of

Mathew!