Chapter 875 Battle Among The Corpses


    Briefly, there was an uncertain glimmer of light in the endless darkness.


    Trying to shake off a headache, Darren opened his eyes—not that there was anything he could see.


    "Where am I?"


    Though his eyes were of little use in the dark, he had other ways of finding that out; he unleashed his


    spiritual sense. After spending a moment probing his surroundings, he found that he was in an


    enormous cave, one that stretched dozens of kilometers in every direction.


    The whole ce was silent and devoid of life. Aside from Darren, nothing so much as breathed.


    In a way, though, he wasn''t alone. There were many, many dead bodies.


    His spiritual sense detected them easily.


    ''What is this ce?'' Darren wondered. ''These seem to be the corpses of the senior holy warriors.''


    There was a great variety to them. Many were humans, but many others were of races Darren had


    never seen before. Most of them seemed to have been dead for many long years. There was little left


    except their bones, the tatters of their garments, and weapons or armors if they had any.


    Darren spected that these corpses must have been collected from all over the world by the Space-


    time Pce.


    The purpose of that pce was to resurrect dead warriors in order to expand its own strength.


    Taking some time to explore, Darren flew about the cave, choosing several corpses to examine more


    closely. There was an uncanny power that fluctuated around them, somehow altering the flows of time.


    It was strange, as though time itself had be a living entity, quietly shifting and moving about before


    Darren as though watching him. But really, the feeling was impossible to describe.


    ''Are these people left here because of the failure of resurrection?'' Darren guessed.


    He continued his investigations, inspecting what felt like thousands of corpses. In the course of it all,


    two in particr caught his attention in a special way.


    ''These two corpses exude a strong aura of ancient times, and the aura of thunder punishment, '' he


    observed silently.


    Upon sensing the auras, he knew instantly that the two had once been tribtion holy warriors of


    ancient times.


    Curious but careful, Darren released his de and sword intents, hovering them over the remains.


    He wasn''t quite ready for what happened next.


    There was a swirling whoosh, as of a sudden gust of wind.


    Then a current of lightning, the color of blood, shed from one of the bodies. It illuminated Darren''s


    macabre surroundings for a split second, and a potent crackle of thunder bounced against the distant


    walls of the cave.


    "What was that?!"


    Darren was more than a little impressed. This person had surely died tens of thousands of years ago,


    and yet the thunder punishment aura that clung to his bones could still summon lightning.


    What was even more interesting was that Darren had seen the same blood red lightning before.


    This incident reminded him of the first lord of the Mythological Pce. The holy emperor with red hair in


    the portrait had released blood red lightning to punish an old man with his remaining spiritual sense.


    ''It is rumored that the first lord of the Mythological Pce was extremely powerful, so much so that he


    could even do battle with immortals.


    Is he the holy emperor who once survived the tribtions?''


    The mere thought of this and its implications set Darren''s heart racing.


    Barnes the Holy, a seven-tribtion senior holy warrior, possessed incrediblebat power of his own.


    How terrifying it would be if a holy emperor, someone who had entered the Emperor Realm by


    surviving the tribtions, really existed in this world?


    But in a moment Darren''s awe passed, and he shook his head. ''I don''t think so. An eight-tribtion


    senior holy warrior would be able to kill the genuine emperor, and level nine- or ten-tribtion ones


    might be able to kill the immortals. If there really was a warrior who had entered the Emperor Realm by


    passing through the tribtions like that, how could he have died at all?''


    Setting the matter aside, Darren released his de and sword intents again, holding them over the two


    bodies as before.


    This time, the other corpse emitted the aura of tribtions.


    A glowing blue rune shone above it, casting a warm glow to some distance, then faded away.


    It wasn''t as startling or as dramatic as the blood red lightning, but Darren could still feel that it was


    somehow stranger and more terrible.


    ''Was this one a tribtion holy warrior and also the rule cultivator?


    Well, whoever he was, I should keep them safe.''


    Darren put the two corpses in his Space Ring and made a mental note to study themter.


    At this point, he was starting to think about how to get out of that cave.


    However, he soon sensed that it was covered by a restriction, one far too powerful to break through. It


    seemed impossible for him to escape—at least, by any direct or obvious means.


    ''All right. Well, if I know I can''t leave, I may as well cultivate here, '' Darren thought.


    Since there seemed to be nothing hostile inside the cave with him, he was not in a hurry. The reason


    that the Misty Emperor, the Lord of the Space-time Pce wanted to capture him, was to threaten the


    human race into handing over the dark-spirit crystals. But those very crystals were being kept by


    Darren himself. If he found there was no other way, he could always hand over some of them while


    hiding the rest, and perhaps create a chance of escape that way.


    Time passed, and Darren practiced in the dark by himself without being disturbed.


    But after one month, someone finally came to him.


    It was a man covered in a suit of ck armor, clutching a halberd in one fist.


    "Come with me!"


    he ordered coldly.


    "Where are we going?" asked Darren, inspecting the man carefully.


    "The master wants to see you."


    That wasn''t a very helpful exnation. Darren said, "You should be dead—dead many years. I''m


    curious about how they managed to keep you alive, or bring you back to life. Besides, you are a four-


    tribtion junior holy warrior. Why should you choose to be a servant to some master? Haven''t you


    ever thought of resisting and following your own will?"


    The ck-armored man was stunned for a moment. A trace of hatred and cruelty shed within his


    aura, but it quickly disappeared.


    "Enough!" he barked. "Stop talking such nonsense, or else you may regret it."


    Deciding that he wanted to see what this guy was made of, Darren put aside all restraint andughed


    at him. "Nonsense? Maybe I should just be blunt—you''re a loser. They brought you back from the dead


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    just to be somebody''s errand boy. If I were you, I would rather die than rise."


    Hearing this, the ck-armored man''s anger finally boiled over.


    A murderous howl rang from his helmet and echoed through the cavernous chamber.


    "I told you to shut that mouth of yours!"


    His voice was low and gloomy, but there was no mistaking his violent intentions.


    With that, he lifted his halberd and thrust it at Darren.


    The turmoil in the space around the weapon was fierce, and it made Darren stagger backward.


    ''A four-tribtion junior holy warrior is indeed extraordinary!'' he thought. He growled with exertion as


    he resisted the attack, which was much more potent than the strength of Luther and Chandler.


    Both Darren and the ck-armored man were junior holy warriors. However, Darren had be a


    junior holy warrior byprehending the Holy Will, while the other by surviving the tribtions. Even


    though Darren was a top talent of his level, he was still inferior to the tribtion holy warrior.


    Facing such a strong master, Darren naturally decided to use his strongest strength.


    Drawing back out of the halberd''s range, he bellowed, "Shura!"


    A fierce red glow enveloped him, illuminating the cave, and the many corpses strewn about cast long,


    ck shadows.


    Simultaneously, two more rays of light shed from the helmet of the ck-armored man.


    He hesitated, surprised by Darren''s Shura Force.


    It was true that tribtion holy warriors were powerful, but once the Shura Force reached a high level,


    it would not be inferior to the power of a tribtion holy warrior.


    In fact, it might even be stronger, and this had been proven in the ancient times.


    Back then, the Bloody Shura race had ughtered many senior holy warriors, as well as genuine


    emperors and tribtion holy warriors. It was clear, therefore, that Darren was not going to be a


    pushover.


    "Good! Use your greatest power!" bellowed the ck-armored man with bloodthirsty enthusiasm. Once


    again he hefted his halberd, and arcs of lightning roiled up and down its length.


    Darren transformed into a shadow and flew towards the ck-armored man.


    de and halberd collided in shes and sweeps, parries and thrusts, and the ngs of steel filled the


    air.


    Power shook the cave, and the bones of long-dead warriors rattled and ttered about.


    The twobatants exchanged blows yet again, until the ck-armored man rammed Darren in the


    gut with the blunt end of his halberd.


    Glowing red, Darren sailed over the ground for a moment like a shooting star until he smacked into the


    wall of the cave.


    Though he was careful not to show it, he was shocked by how this fight was going. The physical


    strength of this four-tribtion junior holy warrior was beyond his imagination.


    After several exchanges of blows, his blood was surging, and he knew this was going to be one tough


    fight.


    "I must admit that you are not as weak as I thought you are," his opponent called to him. But the


    loathing and arrogance in the ck-armored man''s tone made it clear that his words were meant as


    anything but praise.


    Scoffing, Darren got to his feet. Withdrawing his Shura Force, he walked toward his foe. "You''re not too


    bad yourself, bing a holy warrior after surviving the tribtions. But that''s nothing to be proud of.


    You are only a four-tribtion junior holy warrior. After I have cultivated on the path of surviving the


    tribtions, I''ll be able to kill you in no time."


    "What?" blurted the man in ck armor.


    The next moment, though, he gave a mockingugh.


    "Don''t even think about trying to survive the tribtions! You are just dreaming, little man."


    The way he saw it, there were no words more ignorant or childish than what Darren had just said to


    him.


    ''He has entered the Holy Realm byprehending the Holy Will, '' the ck-armored man thought. ''But


    now he believes he can cultivate on the path of surviving the tribtions? That will never happen.''