Chapter 773 Is It Real

Darren then entered a zone of ice and snow.

He was met by the view of someone's back in front of him.

The said figure was cloaked by a black robe, standing deathly still as a wooden stake.

"Why have you come here?" the figure asked Darren, his calm and emotionless voice resounding through the air. The figure's voice made every hair on Darren's body stand on end in apprehension and excitement.

"I came here to toughen myself, hone my Fringe Holy Will," Darren answered.

"Well, you have come to the wrong place. This is the life and death path, the place where deathless warriors are created."

"It doesn't matter. Since I am here, I should try to get out alive," Darren said.

"Fine, but you should know me first."

The man turned around, his handsome face as emotionless as his voice.

"I have only taken my sword out for three times in my whole life. When I was twenty-one years old, I killed an inferior holy warrior with only one strike. This was my first sword strike. When I was forty-six years old, I killed a junior holy warrior with only one sword strike. As for my third sword strike, you have probably already guessed it, I killed a senior holy warrior."

'How horrible.'

That was the first thought that flashed through Darren's mind after the man recounted his kills.

This man had killed a senior holy warrior before. Darren would not be able to defeat him in any case.

Darren could not understand why there was such a powerful man guarding the path.

"According to what you said, you should be a person who has surpassed the senior Holy Realm but has not reached the Emperor Realm yet. Why are you willing to stay here? Don't you think that it's a waste of your time and your talents?" Darren calmly pondered out loud.

"It's not about wasting my time. Once you get to my level but could not take a step forward, you would understand."

Darren just kept silent. He did not know what to say.

"Take my hit. You can go on to the next space if you live."

Darren was at a loss for words. This man was already too strong for him and now he found out that there was a next space? How powerful could the guardian of the next space be?

"I will give full play to this strike," the man said, his voice cold and flat.

"Alright, then. Come on!" Darren exclaimed.

He then called upon the Shura Force.

"Not bad," the man said. "But it's a pity that your cultivation base is too low. Otherwise, you could have been able to compete with me in terms of strength." There was finally some expression on the man's face.

It would be impossible for Darren to survive

id it feel incomprehensible, but it also felt incredibly unreal to Darren.

"I want to completely grasp the Reincarnation Holy Will," Darren answered without any hesitation.

"Are you sure? Is that all?" the shadow asked.

"What? Wait, no. I want to reach the Holy Realm safely," Darren corrected himself.

"That's a very unremarkable dream that you got there, but alright, I will satisfy your wish."

"Wait!" Darren frowned and continued, "I want to be a holy emperor!"

"Are you going to change your mind again?"

"No, I won't," Darren replied firmly, his voice filled with resolution.

And then, boom!

A bombardment of rule forces related to blade and sword flooded into Darren's body.

His Blade and Sword Cultivation was reaching unprecedented perfection.

Darren felt like he could jump out of the void and go to the mysterious outer universe if he wanted to.

He felt invincible. But he was still unsatisfied.

"Fusion."

He continued to fuse his blade and sword intents.

The skies started crackling.

It then filled up with black divine thunder and formed a huge whirlwind, giving off an overwhelming force.

"Humph!" Darren gave a snort of contempt as he shot into the sky, feeling invincible.

The void shattered and his blade and sword intents effortlessly extinguished the black thunder. No force could stop him now.

Torrents of dark golden internal force wildly rushed out. This kind of aura made Darren feel as if he was the most powerful person in the world, so powerful that he felt like he could kill the holy emperors from the ancient times and even the immortals.

But there was a nagging voice deep in the bottom of Darren's heart.

'Is this all real?' it asked him repeatedly.