Chapter 663 Task Completion


    At this moment, Darren found it difficult to move. No matter how hard he tried, his muscles wouldn''t


    respond. It was as if he were paralyzed.


    He swayed helplessly in the sea of fire, not knowing where it would take him. In such a wretched state,


    even moving an inch seemed an unachievable task to him.


    Deep in his soul, the pain that he bore had exceeded his limit. Darren felt as though his soul was only


    one step from copsing.


    The orange robe he had donned had more or less weakened the power of the ck me. Had he not


    protected himself with the robe, his soul would have long been dispersed and turned into nothing.


    "Boy, hold on, or I will kill you!" Jordan eximed. The anxiety coursing through him reflected in his


    expression.


    He became worried when he saw that Darren was trembling and not moving. He was afraid that Darren


    would fall and that his efforts would be in vain.


    Although he was intimidating Darren with his threats, he had also released a healing rule power to


    assist Darren.


    "Boy, you are only one step away from sess. If you dare to pause, I will kill your friends!" Jordan


    threatened again.


    How could Darren have the strength to heed Jordan''s words when he was consumed by torment? He


    desperately hoped to take the first step forward and escape this disaster as fast as he could.


    Time went by achingly slowly. Darren had been still for an hour! All this time, he had been struggling to


    move, only to end up with failure.


    "Damn it! If you don''t move, I will kill your friends!"


    Jordan threatened out of exasperation. He was not bluffing; he genuinely meant it. A rune whistled over


    Darren''s head and flew toward his friends, who were standing at the edge of the fire sea. In a second,


    one of them was reduced to ashes.


    Although it happened in the blink of an eye, terror paralyzed everyone. Darren''s heart beat violently at


    the sight. Sorrow and fury coursed through him. However, he could do nothing except curse the


    murderer, Jordan.


    "Why don''t you move? Do you want me to kill more?"


    Jordan released another rune and blew up another man''s head.


    Now, only Hobson and the other young leader remained.


    Darren''s heart was full of anger, but he knew that he could not stop Jordan. He realized that the only


    way to prevent Jordan from killing further was to go forward with all his might and get him the bead.


    Finally, with great effort, he managed to move a little forward. But even so, his hand was a few inches


    away from the bead.


    "Let''s get it over with!"


    He was resolved to advance. Although agony coursed through his soul, Darren pretended to be


    unaffected by the pain. He was determined to leap forward, even if it meant falling into the sea of fire so


    that he could grab the bead.


    He plunged forward with outstretched arms. However, just as his fingers grazed the bead, Darren found


    that he was unable to hold on because his fingers would not respond. The harrowing twisting in his


    meridians had made him unable to sp anything.


    The bead slipped right through his fingers. As a result, instead of getting the bead, he fell into the


    strong ck me, face first.


    "Ah! Ah! Ah!"


    Jordan''s eyes widened with shock, and he cried out frantically.


    Both the Crimson Sea Sect leader and the Heaven Lake Sect leader turned as pale as death. They


    knew that Darren was theirst straw. If he didn''t seed, their n would be a failure as well.


    The situation did not get any better, however. As Darren lurched forward, the orange robe began to fray


    again. The ck me was gradually dissolving the runes that had been supporting the robe. A


    momentter, the robe had been reduced to ashes.


    It was a truly disastrous moment for Darren, for Jordan, and the two sect masters.


    "There''s no hope for us." Darren smiled bitterly. It seemed that there was no way for him to survive the


    ck me in which his soul was being burned.


    To his surprise, the pain in his soul seemed to fade away. Although Darren assumed it meant that he


    was getting closer to death, something surprised him.


    "Assimte it!"


    A spiritual voice suddenly echoed through Darren''s head.


    "What?" Darren was stunned. All this while, he had not thought to assimte the ck me. He


    wondered who had given him that advice.


    "Silly boy, I have gone through great lengths to umte this tiny wisp of spiritual intent to help you


    resist the soul attack. This time, you forced me out. You won''t get a second chance, though. You will


    have to rely on yourself from now on," the gruff voice of an old man echoed through Darren''s mind


    again.


    "Sir, who are you?" Darren asked in his mind, but he received no answer.


    Gradually, he became aware that a cold stream was flowing deep in his soul, and the pain in his body


    had begun to wane.


    Just at this time, a spark of ck me gushed straight toward the strange stone in his head. In a sh,


    the stone absorbed it.


    Darren remained unharmed and motionless in the air. After a long time, an indistinct shadow popped


    out of the stone in his head. Before Darren could see the shadow''s face, it disappeared without a trace.


    After the strange stone had absorbed the ck me, it transformed into streams of ck internal force


    and flew into Darren''s meridians until it gathered in his elixir field.


    As the me crystal core had been condensed in his de core previously, when the ck internal


    force entered, it also gravitated toward his de core and joined the me crystal core inside.


    "How stupid am I? I have assimted me intent before. Why didn''t I try to assimte the ck me


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    in the first ce?" Darren realized that if he had used his assimting skill, he would have been able to


    absorb the ck me by himself.


    "Maybe I was just too tense to think of alternatives." Darren shook his head. The ck mes were still


    roaring around him, but they could no longer harm his soul.


    "I wonder what would happen now with the ck me in my de core. I will experiment itter."


    After regaining a little strength, Darren slowly rose from where he had fallen. He pretended as though


    the effort to stand cost him a lot of energy.


    He had his reasons to do so. If he got to his feet quickly, Jordan would inevitably suspect something


    was amiss and question him about it.


    "What? That brat is still alive?" the elder in the ck robe eximed in surprise.


    Not only was the old man in the ck robe astonished, but also were the other three leaders.


    ''He is alive after being in the ck me for such a long time? It is unbelievable!'' they all thought.


    However, Jordan was too overwhelmed with happiness to think. He simply stared at Darren for fear that


    he would get into more trouble.


    Slowly, step-by-step, Darren moved forward till he was able to reach the glistening bead. In a sh, he


    grabbed it. Then, he left the fire sea and flew toward the jade sword above.


    It was not until Darren had ced the bead on the jade sword''s hilt that Jordan allowed relief to wash


    over him.


    "Ha-ha-ha. I am lucky today. Who would have thought that the boy would seed? If I were him, I


    would have failed! Besides, I wouldn''t have dared to try because it would endanger my life!" Jordan


    After finishing his task, Darren returned to hispanions.


    "Brat, you did a good job. I will keep my promise and release your two friends," said Jordan with a


    cunning smile on his face.


    Darren''s face darkened. Jordan had already killed two of his people. There was no way that he would


    keep his promise.


    However, Jordan was so powerful that Darren could neither provoke him nor show any hatred toward


    him. He understood that a blind, thoughtless impulse would only bring him danger. Only by staying


    alive would Darren have the chance to kill Jordan one day!


    "Master," the elder in the ck robe called out to Jordan before turning to look at Darren. "This guy


    survived the soul ck me. Is he hiding another powerful treasure from us?"


    Only after being reminded by the elder in the ck robe, did Jordan realize that something was amiss.


    The thought entered his mind that if Darren had grasped some powerful treasure with which to


    overpower the soul ck me, then he''d better take it from him.


    "Well." Looking at Darren, he bargained, "Lad, for the Holy Will Crystals that you have hidden from me,


    I have decided to let you have them. But I have one condition. You need to hand over the soul defense


    weapon that you used to resist the ck me."


    Hearing Jordan''s condition, Darren felt an impulse to kill him. ''He had the cheek to say that he would


    leave the Holy Will Crystals to me? And now he is coveting my other treasures?'' Darren''s heart could


    not help but boil with anger.


    "That''s enough! I almost died while helping you toplete that task. If it weren''t for a strange aura


    that protected my soul after the robe was burned, I would be on the road to hell. What else do you want


    from me? Why don''t you just kill me instead of making up excuses such as requesting some soul


    defensive weapon that never exists?" Darren countered coldly. He felt that the angrier his expression


    was, the more convincing he would sound.


    "Shut up! How dare you speak to our master like this?" the elder in the ck robe thundered as if he


    would charge at Darren any minute.


    "Hold on!" Motioning to the elder in the ck robe to stop, Jordan said with great interest, "Well, you


    have a terrible temper. For the time being, I will believe that you have no magic weapon."


    "Hum!" Darren snorted coldly and said nothing more.


    As Jordan had something more important to do, he did not continue to pressure Darren.