CHAPTER 773 IS IT REAL

Darren then entered a zone of ice and snow.

He was met by the view of someone's back in front of him.

The said figure was cloaked by a black robe, standing deathly still as a wooden stake.

"Why have you come here?" the figure asked Darren, his calm and emotionless voice resounding

through the air. The figure's voice made every hair on Darren's body stand on end in apprehension and

excitement.

"I came here to toughen myself, hone my Fringe Holy Will," Darren answered.

"Well, you have come to the wrong place. This is the life and death path, the place where deathless

warriors are created."

"It doesn't matter. Since I am here, I should try to get out alive," Darren said.

"Fine, but you should know me first."

The man turned around, his handsome face as emotionless as his voice.

"I have only taken my sword out for three times in my whole life. When I was twenty-one years old, I

killed an inferior holy warrior with only one strike. This was my first sword strike. When I was forty-six

years old, I killed a junior holy warrior with only one sword strike. As for my third sword strike, you have

probably already guessed it, I killed a senior holy warrior."

'How horrible.'

That was the first thought that flashed through Darren's mind after the man recounted his kills.

This man had killed a senior holy warrior before. Darren would not be able to defeat him in any case.

Darren could not understand why there was such a powerful man guarding the path.

"According to what you said, you should be a person who has surpassed the senior Holy Realm but

has not reached the Emperor Realm yet. Why are you willing to stay here? Don't you think that it's a

waste of your time and your talents?" Darren calmly pondered out loud.

"It's not about wasting my time. Once you get to my level but could not take a step forward, you would

understand."

Darren just kept silent. He did not know what to say.

"Take my hit. You can go on to the next space if you live."

Darren was at a loss for words. This man was already too strong for him and now he found out that

there was a next space? How powerful could the guardian of the next space be?

"I will give full play to this strike," the man said, his voice cold and flat.

"Alright, then. Come on!" Darren exclaimed.

He then called upon the Shura Force.

"Not bad," the man said. "But it's a pity that your cultivation base is too low. Otherwise, you could have

been able to compete with me in terms of strength." There was finally some expression on the man's

face.

It would be impossible for Darren to survive even if he used the Shura Force while fighting with the man

who could kill a senior holy warrior, but he was still determined to try nonetheless.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Shura Force turned into a sea of blood and rushed over the man.

Whoosh.

The sound of a sword came through.

The man raised his hand and waved it in the void. Strong sword intents then suddenly came down.

"Ah!" Darren exclaimed.

The sword core in his body was shattered into pieces by the sword intent auras.

With a flash of blood light, the sword intent annihilated everything.

"He has such a powerful sword intent! How could it be possible?"

Darren found it impossible to believe that this kind of sword intent seemed to be much more powerful

than killing sword intent.

The killing sword intent was one of the most powerful three forces since the ancient times.

"What's terrifying is not the sword intent, but the person who is using it. Only if the person is very

powerful can he achieve powerful skills," the man uttered out.

Darren furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion, not fully understanding what the man meant.

"You don't need to understand, because soon you will no longer exist."

He raised his finger and pointed towards Darren's direction.

The endless sword intent wrapped Darren and then gradually stabbed into his soul.

With a deafening boom, the whole space began to tremble.

The powerful sword intent circled in front of Darren, but could not go forward any further.

"What?"

What was initially a smirk on the man's face immediately turned into a frown.

All of a sudden, a cold and powerful aura appeared.

A figure in white stood in front of the man. Its face was exactly the same as Darren's.

"You really surprised me. I, Luther, have lived for tens of thousands of years, but I have never seen an

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"You can leave now, my real body," the Rule Soul Avatar told Darren.

Darren's mind came back to himself at present. "I thought you have been incorporated into the rules.

How can you come out to help me?" he said to his avatar using his spiritual sense.

"If your soul is dispersed, I will have a crisis of collapse. Even if I will be suppressed by the rule force, I

have to come to help you.

My essence has been damaged because I came out forcefully. If you were to encounter the same

dangerous situation again within a hundred years, we would both die," the avatar replied in a cold and

indifferent voice.

Darren, however, felt a little troubled.

He did not want to become a person who held the avatar back.

"You can go now and let me fight with your avatar!" Luther aggressively yelled. His eyes were filled with

belligerence—he finally met an opponent he was a little afraid of.

Darren had to leave.

If his avatar fought with Luther, the dispersed power could be strong enough to wipe him out a million

times over. If so, he would definitely die if he were to stay.

Darren strode forward until he reached the last space.

His heart was racing—he was feeling a little frightened, not knowing what was waiting to face him in the

next space.

The moment Darren's figure disappeared, a majestic aura of rules and horrifying aura of sword intent

exploded out in the space. He did not dare to look back.

"Roar!" Darren's avatar roared out.

"Die!" Luther shouted.

The sounds of the void collapsing then rose one after another.

Meanwhile, Darren had stepped into a space that was nothing but total darkness.

There was absolutely nothing there.

He waited in the dark for quite a while, but no guardian appeared.

"Why is nothing happening? What should I do now?" Darren sighed in frustration.

"Guardian! Please come out!" he roared.

His voice echoed in the space and lingered on for almost half an hour.

There was still no movement.

"Congratulations! You have passed the last space successfully!"

A melodious voice suddenly resounded out of nowhere.

"What?" Darren was stunned.

He did nothing, how did he pass the test?

Boom!

Streaks of light descended, and the whole world became bright.

"Challenger, you can ask for any reward you want." An enchanting figure appeared, floating in midair.

"Any reward?"

"Yes, any reward you can think of."

Not only did it feel incomprehensible, but it also felt incredibly unreal to Darren.

"I want to completely grasp the Reincarnation Holy Will," Darren answered without any hesitation.

"Are you sure? Is that all?" the shadow asked.

"What? Wait, no. I want to reach the Holy Realm safely," Darren corrected himself.

"That's a very unremarkable dream that you got there, but alright, I will satisfy your wish."

"Wait!" Darren frowned and continued, "I want to be a holy emperor!"

"Are you going to change your mind again?"

"No, I won't," Darren replied firmly, his voice filled with resolution.

And then, boom!

A bombardment of rule forces related to blade and sword flooded into Darren's body.

His Blade and Sword Cultivation was reaching unprecedented perfection.

Darren felt like he could jump out of the void and go to the mysterious outer universe if he wanted to.

He felt invincible. But he was still unsatisfied.

"Fusion."

He continued to fuse his blade and sword intents.

The skies started crackling.

It then filled up with black divine thunder and formed a huge whirlwind, giving off an overwhelming

force.

"Humph!" Darren gave a snort of contempt as he shot into the sky, feeling invincible.

The void shattered and his blade and sword intents effortlessly extinguished the black thunder. No

force could stop him now.

Torrents of dark golden internal force wildly rushed out. This kind of aura made Darren feel as if he was

the most powerful person in the world, so powerful that he felt like he could kill the holy emperors from

the ancient times and even the immortals.

But there was a nagging voice deep in the bottom of Darren's heart.

'Is this all real?' it asked him repeatedly.