CHAPTER 758 THE ANCESTORS

Darren approached and inspected the three unmoving corpses carefully.

In the middle of the three was a man with a tiger for a head albeit having a human body, wearing black

clothes from head to toes.

Next to him sat a rusty halberd, and the killing aura that was emitted from it was suffocatingly heavy

that it was almost hard to breathe.

The other two corpses looked similar to the one sitting in the middle, and they were wearing some kind

of cyan colored armor.

Darren proceeded to check their auras once more.

Immediately, he froze there and was in complete shock.

"No wonder I've felt a familiar aura. The man in the middle reminds me of Aaron so much."

The man gave off a deep and dark breath that was at least eighty percent similar to that of Aaron's.

The two men who sat beside him also fed Darren's confusion a tad too much because Darren was able

to catch the same aura of the clay figurines emitting from them!

Where on earth did these aliens even come from? He felt curiousity growing inside him the longer his

attention stayed attached to the three aliens.

"Do you have any records about them, Nate? Where their origin was, what kind of beings they were,

things like that?" Darren asked, turning around to look at the other in hopes for a satisfactory answer.

"There are a lot of words written on the wall right there. It's a pity that we still haven't been able to

figure out what they are and what they mean."

Nate pointed to his right. The stone wall was filled with thickly dotted words that truly were

incomprehensible even to him.

Despite so, in Darren's eyes, those characters seemed as if they were dancing on the said wall.

Moreover, they were a tad too similar to the runes that were released by Aaron.

"Aaron, are you there? Can you hear me?"

Darren immediately sent a message to the Ancient Void Battlefield.

"What's the matter? Is something wrong, Darren?"

In the next moment, Darren was able to summon Aaron.

"Can you help me understand what the words written on the wall mean?" He pointed at the wall before

them.

"Of course, leave it to me."

Aaron turned around to take a look at it and stood there stunned by the engraved words.

"Do you understand it?" Aaron ignored the question as if he had lost his mind.

At this time, Darren noticed the shining words on the wall reflected in Aaron's black eyes.

Darren chose to leave him alone and wait quietly for his answer. Three days later, Aaron finally made

his move.

"Bloody Shura,"

Aaron murmured, his brows furrowed as he tried to resist the urge to vomit tasting in the back of his

throat.

"Darren, this is a cultivation method, albeit a very terrible one."

"Is that so? Would you be able to explain it to us?"

Then, Aaron slowly but surely stated the meaning of these words with great care.

It was recorded that these three people originated from the Darkest Continent, where a destructive war

had broken out. They were the three generals, and to avoid destruction, had chosen to escape to this

continent with only a handful of people.

There were two known cultivation methods used in the Darkest Continent. The first was to cultivate the

Dark Rule, and the other was to cultivate the Primitive Fighting Force.

Similar to martial arts and rule cultivation, these two kinds of cultivation methods were just as

incompatible as fire and water. Hence, there was a fierce battle.

But these people were different from the rest. One of them was a master who cultivated the Dark Rule,

while the other two cultivated the Primitive Fighting Force. Unexpectedly, these three people who

looked like they were born to be natural enemies became the best of friends.

Moreover, they had been trying to build a cultivation method for tens of thousands of years in hopes

that they could combine the two methods together.

"Darren, this cultivation method is called the 'Shura Formula': one which can make the Dark Rule and

the Primitive Fighting Force work together and release an extremely powerful force. The person who

cultivates this formula is called 'Bloody Shura'." Aaron ended his lengthy explanation.

"Understood." Darren nodded, turning his attention back to the words written on the wall and frowned.

"Aaron, apart from these words, did you have any other form of memory recovery?"

Darren had been ignorant of Aaron's background from the very beginning. Now, it seemed as if he had

a great relationship with the Darkest Continent. Aaron might be able to think of something when he saw

these kinds of records.

But what confused Darren the most was that the three bodies were quite obviously not human beings,

while Aaron looked the same as any ordinary human beings, saved for his eyes.

"No, I don't." Aaron shook his head. His face looked as if he was in pain. "Darren, the words I read

were very painful to depict. May I go back and have a rest?"

"Sure. Thank you so much, Aaron." Aaron was then immediately sent back to the Ancient Void

Battlefield.

"Nate, you can begin the cultivation now." Darren then turned to Nate.

"You mean, you're letting me practice the cultivation method that was used by our ancestors?" Nate

looked a little unsure with the order.

"Exactly. Your ancestors cultivated in a different way if compared to us humans, but there was no doubt

that they were all very powerful. Once you succeed in cultivating the skill, you will, no doubt, be able to

grow stronger than you are now," Darren concluded. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"But I have no idea on what to do right now or where I could or should even start."

"It's not a problem. Aaron helped translate the words just now and I have memorized them. I will

explain them to you after this."

"Okay!" Nate was overjoyed.

Darren soon began to explain the difference between the cultivation methods of the Dark Rule and

Primitive Fighting Force.

"The Dark Rule cultivates the darkest elements, and the Primitive Fighting Force is able to turn chaos

into power. They are the exact opposite of each other. You can only choose one of them. Which one

will it be?" Darren asked after his thorough explanation.

"I think I'd be better off with cultivating the Primitive Fighting Force, since I don't understand any rules,

nor do I like them." Nate decided with a near satisfied grin.

Darren wasn't surprised by his decision. He knew that the other worshiped power, pure power and

nothing else.

Once the decision was made, it was the most crucial step. Nate needed a certain power to trigger his

cultivation.

Where would it come from? Darren turned and looked at the three dried-out corpses.

"Nate, I want to use the body of your ancestors for the cultivation. Would you mind?"

"Do we have to touch them? Do we not have any other choice? Do we have to destroy it?"

"We don't have to destroy their bodies. They still have a bit of the Primitive Fighting Force in their

bodies. I want to drag it out and instead transfer it into your body, so that you can start your cultivation."

"That would be okay. In fact, the most important thing I worry about is that you would be in danger

instead. After all, all three of my ancestors were very powerful beings."

"Don't worry too much about it. Put your mind at ease and trust me."

"Alright."

After getting ready, Darren used his spiritual sense to probe into one of the bodies in armor, who had

cultivated the Primitive Fighting Force.

A cold and aggressive feeling immediately swept over Darren similar to a tsunami of feelings.

"Puff, you do have the same aura as the clay figurines." Darren sighed.

The dead body had been extremely strong when it was still alive, but after so many years of endlessly

decomposing, it was less likely that Darren could get hurt by the aura.

A small current of Primitive Fighting Force shot out from the corpse abruptly.

Darren then used his spiritual sense to force the power to move in Nate's direction.

Whoosh!

Darren's sword intent flowed out and penetrated a very small hole in Nate's abdomen, quickly urging

the Primitive Fighting Force to go in his body with no hesitation on his side.

"Ahhh!"

The moment the Primitive Fighting Force entered Nate's body, the blood vessels bulged from Nate's

face, and his eyes looked as if they were about to burst out from the extreme pain he was

experiencing.

"Hold on."

Darren couldn't understand what had happened, but he could feel and was entirely sure that there was

no life risk for completing this.

The sharp pain made Nate curl up on the ground and forced his body to twitch violently.

After around six painfully slow hours, Nate began to calm down.

The ground he was lying on could almost be mistaken as a puddle of sweat.

"It's finally over." Darren was secretly overjoyed. "Nate, how about you try and draw the Primitive

Fighting Forces now, and see how they form. That way, you'll be able to understand it better."

The Forces that Darren was able to get a hold of would only be able to be used as a trigger. What Nate

truly needed to do was to cultivate and polish the Primitive Fighting Force by himself in order to get

better control of it.

Nate struggled but mustered the energy to nod his head. He began to use the method that Darren had

just taught him to activate the Primitive Fighting Force.

Boom!

As the Primitive Fighting Force was drawn, a string of black runes suddenly exploded from the corpse

in the middle, and it surged towards Nate overwhelmingly.