Chapter 1253 Unable To Get Out
All of a sudden, something blocked the attacks by Shura Avery and the blood-red figure.
Gradually, a transparent pyramid-shaped object appeared, enveloped the Blood Witcher Ancestor, and
shielded him from their attacks.
A loud bang reverberated, and the air rippled in all directions with such intensity that several fiend
gods, who were far from the battlefield, were crushed.
Even their souls were destroyed!
"This is not good."
Despite being safe from their attacks, a sense of foreboding surged within the Blood Witcher Ancestor.
The power was too strong, and he worried that it would shatter Darren''s weak soul.
He continued to chant in an ancientnguage. Soon, a transparent mini pyramid formed around
Darren''s broken soul and enveloped him.
"Go!"
Realizing that their attacks had failed to injure Darren, the blood-red figure and Averyunched attacks
even more furiously. Numerous blows continually rained on the transparent pyramid.
A murky sky over dark earth made it seem as though the end of the world had arrived. Several bolts of
lightning descended, and space cracks spread in the void. The terrible scene quietened all the powerful
creatures in the distance. So terrified were they that they fell to their knees and trembled.
"My Lord, your humble Blood Witcher prays for you to protect this weak soul. I would like to offer my
humble body in exchange for his safety. Please take me as your ve..."
When the Blood Witcher Ancestor felt as though his shield would copse under the powerful attacks,
he closed his eyes and began to pray.
Scarlet runes flew into the void one after another.
Boom!
Two small bolts of crimson lightning descended from the sky''s depths and struck the blood-red figure
and Avery.
"Ah!"
A painful roar pierced the sky, and the two figures fell likeets.
Their bodies indented the earth, and sand and stones flew in all directions.
The Blood Witcher Ancestor''s eyes suddenly flew open, and he rushed into the void with Darren''s soul
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as fast as he could.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
A momentter, two mangled figures bolted from the ground and chased the Blood Witcher Ancestor.
However, millions of kilometers high in the sky, an endless condensed from crimson lightning
unfolded. The two figures seemed daunted by it.
They stopped a distance from it and red at the as though pensively. A whileter, they growled
and retreated.
On the other side, Darren sat up abruptly when he felt a chill course through him.
His pale face carried the fearful expression of a person who had just woken from a terrible nightmare.
"Ouch!"
Darren''s mind went nk, and all his memories seemed to have disappeared.
"Are you all right?"
asked the Blood Witcher Ancestor, who sat beside. His withered face reflected deep concern.
Darren stared at him nkly as he tried to figure out where he was and who this person was. After a
long while, his memory flooded into his mind.
"Sir..." Darren opened his mouth but stopped on second thought. The feeling of returning to life was
both exhrating and painful. However, he never wanted to experience it again.
Seeing that Darren was fine, the Blood Witcher Ancestor nodded his head slowly.
"I''m d you''re still alive. If your soul had died inside, the consequences would have been
unimaginable," he said.
Darren took a deep breath to calm down.
"Sir, what were these two creatures that attacked me? And what would happen if I died inside?"
The Blood Witcher Ancestor didn''t answer immediately. His green eyes flickered as though he recalled
something buried deep in his memories.
"The one in the red armor was transformed by the blood essence of Supreme God Sheffield while the
other was the remnant soul of a deputy god of the Shura race," the Blood Witcher Ancestor exined a
momentter.
Darren gasped in astonishment.
He had not expected the two figures that attacked him to have been transformed by the Primitive
Wilderness''s top-level figures.
"Their existence is a vition of the rules of heaven and earth. Therefore, their souls and bloodlines
are notplete. They need to collect others'' souls to prevent themselves from vanishing until they
transform intoplete creatures. They picked you as their target because you''re a Defiant Master, the
best tonic for them. Once they get enough souls from Defiant Masters, they will grow so strong that it
will be impossible for me to suppress them even with the power of the Witcher God.
And if either of them made it, the human race would be the first to suffer. They harvest souls of humans
as well, not just Defiant Masters. As long as they collect sufficient souls of either kind, they will
Darren now understood why he could not die in the tomb.
A bitter smile cracked Darren''s lips. "Do you know how I came to be in that tomb, sir?" he asked.
The Blood Witcher Ancestor nodded slowly. He had learned about the incident from the messages sent
by the witchers, who had lost their lives.
"Lord Starry Sword is both righteous and evil. Sometimes his actions bewilder me. I can''t figure out his
motive. I know that he took you to the tomb, but I don''t know why," the Blood Witcher Ancestor replied.
"I guess he didn''t want to ept me as his disciple. Sending me to the tomb pretty much guaranteed
that I would not return to ept the offer he made to me in the mortal world." Darren had concluded
this well before the figure in the red armor had attacked him. Lord Starry Sword''s ulterior motive
seemed clear considering the events that had transpired.
"Perhaps." The Blood Witcher Ancestor frowned before adding, "I''ll report this incident to the Ancestral
Land. I don''t care what he nned, but he almost made a huge mistake. He should be punished."
"Sir, what will happen to him once the Ancestral Land learns about all this? After all, he is the head of a
region, and one of the strongest members of the human race," Darren questioned.
"Being powerful isn''t a license to disobey the rules, not unless he is a supreme god," the Blood Witcher
Ancestor narrowed his eyes as he muttered.
Darren was unfamiliar with the human race''s structure in the Primitive Wilderness, so he didn''t ask
more.
"Anyway, thank you for your help this time, sir. If there is a chance, I will definitely repay you for saving
my life." As he spoke, Darren stood and bowed to the Blood Witcher Ancestor.
The Blood Witcher Ancestor shook his head and said with a faint smile, "The only repayment I need is
for you to protect the human race one day. As a Defiant Master, you have to go through more
hardships than anyone else. I hope you make it to the end."
Severalplicated feelings surged in Darren''s heart at this sentiment.
"s," Darren sighed. "Ever since my identity as a Defiant Master was revealed, I feel like the human
race has abandoned me. I don''t know what to think when I hear that the human race''s future depends
on a Defiant Master. This is all too contradictory."
Darren was confused now. He felt so burdened by his worries that he didn''t have the strength to
continue standing.
"There are too many rules in this world. Just because you are needed does not mean that everyone will
tolerate your existence. The only thing that you have to remember is that the rules don''t exist when
your strength terrifies the chief gods."
"Uh..." Darren didn''t fully understand what he meant, but he couldn''t stop thinking about the part where
the Blood Witcher Ancestor said that no one could restrict him when he was strong enough.
"Sir, would you please help me leave this ce?"
Darren stood and walked around. At one nce, he could see that the dark space was full of chaotic
aura.
"Sorry, son. I can''t do that."
The Blood Witcher Ancestor shook his head, and his tone reflected the helplessness he felt.
"What do you mean?" Surprised with the reply, Darren stopped pacing and turned to face the Blood
Witcher Ancestor.
"This tomb is my permanent prison. I am destined to live in this tomb forever. The moment I leave, the
is why I can''t take you anywhere else except the tomb," he exined.
"What?!" Darren''s heart sank. "So, I will never be able to leave?"
"Theoretically, yes, you understood correctly," the Blood Witcher Ancestor replied with a nod. "But, you
can cultivate here. When you are stronger, you can try to break free from the weakest point of this
tomb. That will be your only chance."
"That is not possible. I''m not a rule cultivator, and I exist in this tomb as a soul. My strength won''t
improve here, no matter how hard I work." Desperation overwhelmed Darren, and he lost all hope.