CHAPTER 891 WITCHER ANCESTOR

The woman looked beautiful and graceful in her light green dress. No one was able to resist the

otherworldly aura that woman possessed.

'It's her!'

The moment Darren saw the woman with his spiritual sense, he froze in his tracks.

In front of the twelfth restriction, she turned her head and looked at Darren. A gentle and misty light

illuminated in her eyes.

"Why is she here?" Darren murmured to himself, extremely confused.

Why would the immortal who assimilated Elsa appear in the River of Forgetfulness?

"I will kill her!"

Darren shouted. His chest was filled with endless hatred.

The immortal gave him a cold look, just before shooting numerous rule threads towards him.

Crack... Crack...

With a streak of lightning sparkling all over his body, Darren was suddenly shot backwards.

When he finally stopped, he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Buzz...

Darren's face was painted with bitterness as he felt his heart sink. He knew that this was the power an

immortal possessed. It was a power that surpassed that of a holy emperor.

He knew that in front of her, he was as weak as an ant.

"Please let go of Elsa. Will you, please?" Darren pleaded for mercy.

His trembling voice confused the immortal. She felt something that she had never felt before.

"Human emotions are complicated," she muttered. She shut down all her senses about Darren.

Darren closed his eyes to hide his sadness, but tears rolled down his face and sorrow was projected in

his eyes.

"It's my fate,"

he sighed. His words echoed in the flowing water for a long time, ethereal and dismal.

"Hush. Follow me." An old voice, raspy and low, came into Darren's mind.

A green aura suddenly began to spread throughout Darren's body. It instantly healed his injuries

despite how serious it was.

Darren was surprised. He tried to find where the sound came from using his spiritual sense. His search

came to an end when he found a dead wood in the shape of a human at the bottom of the river.

He then sank to the bottom of the river. The dead wood seemed to be very close. But when he tried to

reach for it, it was already far away.

Not a few moments later, a cloud of deathly grey aura enveloped him. The water around him quickly

receded. He arrived at a dark void.

"A witcher..."

Darren looked around and saw a man dressed in a black robe. The man's face was also covered in his

black hood. Green flames were hovering in the man's deep eye sockets as he quietly stared at Darren.

"Hello, Darren." His voice sounded dry as a desert.

"You... You know me?"

Darren flew over and bowed to the witcher.

"I am aware of what you've been through, so I know who you are.

The question is do you know who I am?"

The witcher pointed in front of Darren with his withered hand. A dead wood stool suddenly appeared to

the place he pointed at. He gestured Darren to take a seat there.

Darren immediately took his seat and carefully sensed the witcher's aura. The witcher in front of him

was stronger than any other witchers he had come across with before. He wouldn't be surprised if his

death would come really soon.

"Are you... Are you the ancestral witcher?" Darren subconsciously asked.

The witcher shook his head before sitting in front of Darren. "People call me 'witcher ancestor' instead

of 'ancestral witcher'," he said with a smirk.

Witcher ancestor!

Darren was shocked. It was said that the witcher ancestor and Hiram the Great were the ones who

helped suppress the fiend from outer space. How could the witcher ancestor still be alive?

"Why..."

"You must be wondering why I am still alive, aren't you?" the witcher asked with a grin. His dry wrinkled

skin was like gullies.

Darren nodded, but the witcher didn't answer the question.

After a while, he continued, "Can we not talk about this? You seemed to know her. Can you tell me

something about her?"

Darren clearly knew that the witcher was referring to the immortal he had met before.

Darren felt upset as they talked about the immortal. He suppressed the anger in his heart and told the

witcher everything he knew about her.

After hearing what Darren had just said, the witcher slowly nodded. "No wonder I felt that there were

two other breaths in her aura," the witcher said.

Darren sprang to his feet and asked, "You mean Elsa and Denise are still alive?"

Darren looked at the witcher with eager eyes, but the witcher took a long time to answer.

"Well..." the witcher sighed and shook his head.

Darren started to tremble as if he were falling into an abyss.

"They are neither dead nor alive," the witcher quickly said as soon as he saw Darren turning pale.

"Explain everything to me, please." Darren had no idea what the witcher meant.

"It's very complicated. All you need to understand is that life is very mysterious. Any creature is an

independent individual with independent thoughts and emotions. Even the most powerful individual

couldn't possibly assimilate another creature."

Darren was still confused to what the witcher was talking about.

"In other words, they are still there. As long as the immortal is alive, they will always be there."

"What will happen if the immortal dies?" Darren asked.

"Then they will, too," the witcher answered.

Darren had mixed feelings on what he had just heard. He thought that killing the immortal could save

Elsa and Denise. It turned out that killing the immortal would kill Elsa and Denise as well. Darren was

extremely disappointed.

"Do you think that there is a chance to save Elsa and Denise?"

After a moment of silence, the witcher replied, "There might be. But it is a prerequisite for you to have a

God Character. With my help, you'll definitely have a chance."

"God Character? Do you mean a Genuine God Character?" Darren asked.

The witcher nodded.

"How can I obtain a God Character?" Darren asked. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"You must become a god."

Darren fell into silence as he knew it would be very difficult for him to become a god.

"Can't you defeat the immortal with the strength you currently have?" Darren asked the witcher.

"I have my own reasons for not fighting her. And even if I fight her, I am simply no match for her.

I'm old. I can't use my power at will. I can't help you. You have to fight her yourself," the witcher said.

"I understand." Darren nodded. He was still a little disappointed.

"Why are you in the River of Forgetfulness? What secrets are hidden in it? As far as I know, there are a

hundred thousand ancient senior holy warriors in the river. What do they want to do?" Darren asked in

confusion.

The witcher quietly sighed. In his eyes, green flames strangely danced.

"You are still too weak to know all of this. I'll tell you once you become stronger."

"But..." Darren felt he was ready to know the answers. When he was about to speak, the witcher

interrupted him by raising his hand.

"Let me tell you about the real catastrophe of the Lothlann Continent," the witcher said. "The real

catastrophe is not the fiend from outer space. It is you..."

His words hit Darren's heart like a hammer.

"What do you mean?"

The witcher didn't reply to Darren anymore. The green flames in his eyes went out. He looked like a

body that died a long time ago. There was no more sign of life left in it.