Chapter 297 Bloodline


    "All right. You can enter now," the vige head, Fris, said as he raised his hand. In the next moment,


    mist enveloped everyone.


    The superior talents were transferred to the stone tablet. Darren was surprised as they had


    disappeared without a trace.


    "Eh? Where are they?" As soon as Darren stepped inside the stone tablet, he found himself standing in


    front of a huge grave. A nce showed him that no one else was around.


    "Each of the superior talents has entered a different grave." Fris exined as he magically appeared


    beside Darren.


    "Sir, we havee here for the Primitive Stones. Are the Primitive Stones in the graves?" Darren


    saluted Fris and asked.


    "I can perceive that the Primitive Stones are important to you. However, are you sure that you don''t


    want the other treasures?" Fris smiled faintly as he continued to speak. "After you enter the graves, not


    only will you get the Primitive Stones, but you will also get other more precious things. Do you want to


    know about these treasures?"


    "Yes, sir." Darren was curious. He wondered what other precious items had been buried in the graves,


    aside from the Primitive Stones.


    "Okay. You should rx and use your spiritual sense." With a light chuckle, Fris waved his rough hands


    above Darren''s head. As strange memories flooded his mind, Darren was dumbfounded by what he


    saw.


    Numerous ancient pictures appeared in his head. As he looked through those pictures, he learned


    about the history of the Primitive Stones and the invaluable treasures that were buried inside the grave.


    "The Raksa Sea is also an ancient battlefield!"


    ording to the memories, the Raksa Sea was an ancient battlefield of the Middle Age. It had been


    around for well over thirty million years!


    Darren knew that the Lotnn Continent had four ancient Ages—the Remote Age, the Ancient Age,


    the Middle Age, and the Last Age. Sprinkled between those milestone Ages were several small Ages


    that didn''tst long, such as the Hadean Age.


    Every Age had a miserable history marked by massive devastation.


    The memories, however, didn''t give Darren a clear idea of the details that would help him with his


    exploration. But he knew that in each historically significant age, numerous talents disappeared without


    a trace. They were so smart and wise, and few people could match their abilities at that time.


    In the Middle Age, unsurpassed geniuses gathered in the human world. But, they were all destroyed in


    the end. Darren could tell that the Primitive Stones had something to do with this destruction of talents.


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    The grave in front of Darren belonged to a master. What was more, his bloodline was buried inside his


    grave!


    "Sir, how can I get the bloodline?"


    Darren could feel that the bloodline was tens of thousands of times powerful than that of the Ancient


    Families.


    "Ha-ha." Fris'' face broke into a smile. He replied, "Little boy, with your current strength, it is virtually


    impossible for you to get that bloodline. It is the ultimate treasure in the grave. You will be lucky if you


    get some Primitive Stones and battle skills from the Remote Age."


    Hearing Fris, a confident smile appeared on Darren''s face. Lifting his chin, Darren said, "That''s not


    true. I have some secret methods. I might able to get it."


    Fris shook his head at the boy''s confidence. With a gentle smile, he said, "Although you learn


    conflicting martial arts skills, you haven''tpletely mastered it yet. I can also detect that you have the


    inheritance skill of the dragons. However, you are not proficient at it. You have a pretty intense


    bloodline, but it isn''t strong enough. So, I''m sure that you can''t get that treasure."


    Darren was shocked when he heard the vige head''s exnation. He was dumbfounded by this old


    man''s ability to see through him.


    "Wait, that''s strange."


    The vige head muttered as he studied Darren from head to toe. Astonishment reflected in his


    expression as he said, "I can''t believe that you control a small world. That''s impressive."


    "You can see that too?" Now, Darren was bbergasted.


    "That''s great. If that little guy in your small world were here to fight, he would surely get the bloodline in


    the grave. As for the other guy, I''m seventy percent sure that he could get it." Fris didn''t answer


    Darren''s question. On the contrary, he kept talking about other things.


    "Sir, who are the two guys you referred to?" Darren asked.


    "One of them is the son of a strong holy warrior, and the other has great potential to grow into a holy


    warrior. Young man, you are so lucky. If you can be their master, you will be a lot more promising


    than they were. You will reach the Holy Realm too in the future."


    Hearing Fris, Darren finally knew that he was talking about the little boy and Finley.


    That little boy was so powerful. His strength was nearly equivalent to the Shadow Emperor''s. So, he


    must be the son of a holy warrior. As for Finley, the old guardian in the Ancient Void Battlefield had said


    that Finley''s real body had be a holy warrior in theter ages. So, Darren guessed that Finley


    must be the potential holy warrior.


    If a person wanted to get the inherited bloodline, he must be a genius as strong as the little boy and


    Finley. Darren thought that with his current strength, he couldn''t match their power. He also realized


    that Finley was a lot stronger than he was.


    But to Darren''s surprise, Fris couldn''t detect that strange stone in his head. He couldn''t help but


    wonder what kind of power the strange stone had.


    "Sir, what kind of bloodline did the master in the grave have? Why were talents like Finley the only


    ones who could get it?" Darren asked out of curiosity.


    "Ha-ha. Initially, that master''s bloodline was not that powerful. But as the rules in theter ages


    gradually improved and had more suppressive effects on human strength,paratively, the bloodline


    became more and more powerful. For example, if the master in this grave had lived in this world, he


    would have been able to defeat the holy warriors of the current age. If he were a senior master of the


    Middle Age, few people could match his power. If he were a master in the Remote Age, he would be


    more powerful than a strong master in the Ancient Age and the Middle Age."


    He stopped for a second before continuing, "The master in the grave carries the Augmented Attack


    Bloodline. It was more powerful than the Belligerence Bloodline. Its power increased by a thousand


    times. Actually, this kind of bloodline was not good enough. It was just a little powerful than the one that


    was ranked the lowest among all the bloodlines.


    Although it is not that powerful, it is still an invaluable treasure for human beings in theter ages," Fris


    exined.


    "Well, I see." Darren nodded inprehension. Even though the bloodlines were insignificant to Fris,


    they were rather precious to Darren. If he could have the bloodline, his strength would be a thousand


    times powerful than it used to be. He couldn''t imagine how great that would be.


    Darren yearned for the bloodline, but when he thought that only extreme talents like Finley could


    acquire it, he became a little depressed.


    "Little fellow, cheer up. In over ten thousand years, only three people have seeded in getting the


    bloodline in the Raksa Sea. It has only been a hundred years since those three people got the


    bloodlines. So, you might meet them in the future."


    "About one hundred years?" Darren was surprised. What Fris said reminded him of someone. It


    urred to him that John Doe, who was on the Sky Chart, must be one of the three people.


    There were four inds In the Raksa Sea. Each ind had a unique inherited bloodline. So Darren


    didn''t know which ind John Doe had been to. He asked Fris about it, but he didn''t know either.


    "This time, all of the superior talents who entered the Raksa Sea are not qualified to get the bloodlines.


    So, you don''t need to be depressed. There are some other good things in the grave too."


    "s. Thank you so much, sir. I will try my best. If I can''t get it, then that is my fate," Darren replied.


    "Right. You can go now. And, there is one more thing that I want to tell you. From all the superior


    talents, if you get the most treasures, I will give you an extra chance. You can choose a grave and fight


    again. You can pick up another day to fight, but it must be within a hundred years. Do you understand?"


    "I see. Thank you so much, sir." Darren nodded before entering the grave.