Chapter 1250 Go To See Lord Starry Sword
Since Darren had killed a member of the Blood Abyss Sect, Murphy decided to send a message to the
Starry Sword Region. It was a significant incident, and he didn''t dare to keep it to himself.
"Murphy, what do you know about the Blood Abyss Sect?"
"It is a huge organization of killers with disciples all over the Primitive Wilderness. It''s the strongest
force in addition to the nine regions and ten prefectures."
"So, their leader must be a cultivator of the Superior God Realm, right?"
"Of course. The leader of Blood Abyss Sect is a master at the top-level of the Superior God Realm.
But, he isn''t the only one to be wary of. The sect has many masters at the Superior God Realm. As
long as the payment is tempting, they will kill anyone for you, even the leader of a region!" Murphy
exined.
"Huh!" Darren was astonished. He didn''t expect the Blood Abyss Sect to be such a powerful
organization.
"But you don''t have to worry. After all, only a low-level assassin came after you. It is possible that they
will disregard the incident and won''t trouble you," Murphy tried tofort Darren.
"I hope so. This was the work of the Gambling King, and I will seek revenge when I am ready," Darren
lifted his chin and dered coldly.
"Let''s worry about all thatter. Come with me."
Darren nodded and followed Murphy out of the secret room.
After a while, they entered another secret room in the middle of which stood an altar with several
swords of different colors.
"I''m going to send an image of your soul back to the region. Just exin the situation."
Darren was a little nervous, and he wondered whether Lord Starry Sword would still ept him as his
disciple once he learned of his identity as a Defiant Master.
"Rx your soul, and follow my instructions," Murphy directed with a reassuring smile.
Afterpleting the preparations, he started to motivate the altar.
Murphy sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. After he mumbled a few secret words, the swords on the
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altar began to rotate, and the space around it began to twist.
A momentter, a streak of purplish-yellow light enveloped Darren and Murphy. In an instant, Darren
felt as though his soul was beginning to float out.
He felt dizzy as his soul was drawn out of his body. Finally, darkness washed over him.
He had no idea how long he had been in that state. Eventually, a ray of light shed, and a strange
scene appeared before him.
Darren was floating in the air, and in front of him was a magnificent pce shaped like a sword. He
could feel numerous swords against his chest just by ncing at it.
"How spectacr! Is this the Starry Sword Region?" Darren murmured.
"This is the Starry Hall where most of our masters cultivate. There are twelve floors in this hall. The
higher the floor a cultivator stays on, the stronger he is. Lord Starry Sword cultivates on the twelfth floor
all year round."
Darren nodded. Everything before him was so overwhelming that he needed to take several deep
breaths to remain calm.
"Follow me."
The two headed toward the Starry Hall. In front of them was a huge square shrouded in clouds and
mist.
Along the way, Darren saw many people in the square, but he couldn''t sense their breath. They were
like deadwood.
Some of them were covered with dust. It was evident that they had been cultivating motionlessly for
several years.
"Are they disciples of the Starry Sword Region?"
"Hush!" Murphy pressed his finger on his lips, and then he said to Darren with his spiritual sense, "They
are ascetic cultivators. They have been in cultivation for hundreds of years. Some of them have been
cultivating for tens of thousands of years, and some even longer. They don''t stop until they reach a
breakthrough."
"This is impressive," Darren eximed as astonishment coursed through him.
"Don''t be so wonderstruck. To be honest, their progress depends on their talent. If you''re talented, the
time taken to reach a breakthrough will be shorter," Murphy sighed.
"That''s true. But I have a feeling that these cultivators are strong," Darren replied via his spiritual
sense.
"You''re right. Each of these disciples has reached the low-level of the Celestial God Realm. The same
as me. However, they have the power to defeat me in a second if they chose," Murphy added.
"Wow! That is incredible." Driven by curiosity, Darren secretly released his god''s sense and checked
the number of cultivators in the square. To his surprise, there were hundreds of thousands of
cultivators.
Hundreds of thousands of ascetic cultivators at the Celestial God Realm were practicing in a square
simultaneously. What a powerful force it was!
Murphy had shared earlier that the hall had twelve floors, but these ascetic cultivators were only
allowed to cultivate in the square. They were not permitted to enter the first floor.
Darren could only specte on the power and strength needed to be eligible to cultivate in the hall.
Murphy guided Darren across the square, and up the thirteen thousand and six hundred stairs made of
white marble, to reach the gate of the hall.
"What can I do for you, Murphy?"
A white-haired young man appeared in front of the gate and looked at them with no emotion in his
voice or on his face.
"Sir, this is a disciple selected by Lord Starry Sword in the mortal world. I''ve brought him to register,"
Murphy cupped his hands and replied respectfully.
As the young man shifted his gaze toward Darren, a cold feeling swept through Darren''s body.
"Wait here," hemanded.
Then he disappeared. Darren and Murphy exchanged nces and waited at the gate in silence. Two
hours passed, but no one showed up again.
Murphy became a little impatient. He frowned and peered anxiously into the hall from time to time.
"Why do they make us wait? What''s going on?" heined.
"It''s okay. Take it easy," Darren said. He was more rxed than Murphy.
"We only got four hours before we have to return. If they make us wait longer and we run out of time,
then we will have to leave," Murphy exined.
Darren''s brows lifted as understanding coursed through him. Although he knew why Murphy was
bing impatient, there was nothing they could do but wait.
Another hour passed by before the white-haired young man finally reappeared.
He didn''t say anything. Instead, he kept his gaze on Darren, reached out with his right hand, and
signaled him to enter.
"Go ahead, Darren. I''ll wait for you here." Murphy finally rxed.
"Okay."
Darren nodded before he turned to follow the young man inside the hall.
As soon as he stepped in, he saw a wall on which there were tens of thousands of entrance
passageways.
Darren continued to trail the young man as he strode through one of the entrances. As they walked
through the gallery, they would pass by small caves, each with a cultivator sitting in meditation.
"Sir, did Lord Starry Sword summon me?" Darren couldn''t help but ask after walking for a while.
"Keep silent," the young man instructed as he continued to move forward.
He didn''t even turn to look at Darren as he spoke.
"Leave us alone."
Finally, a voice from the deep broke the silence.
The young man bowed. After paying his respects, he shifted to the left and stood still. His breath of life
A beam of light shed in front of Darren. It dazzled so brightly that he was unable to keep his eyes
open. A slender figure walked along the light and neared Darren.
"Release your Starry Tower," the figuremanded.
When Darren slowly opened his eyes, he saw a graceful young man with long ck hair standing in
front of him. It was the young man with ck and white swords in his eyes!
"Greetings, master." Darren bowed with cupped hands and then released the Starry Tower.
"Darren from the Lotnn Continent?" Lord Starry Sword murmured.
"Yes, master," Darren replied respectfully.
"You''re here earlier than I expected."
"I''m quite astonished that you still remember me, master," Darren remarked. He spoke candidly.
"I have one hundred and eight thousand disciples, all of whom were selected by my avatars. Of course,
I remember each one. Come here."
Lord Starry Sword lifted his hand, and both he and Darren disappeared.