Chapter 1295 The Restriction Of The Merging Force

The tribulation thunder blew the shadow into pieces right before Merle's eyes, while also flinging him into the sand tens of kilometers away with its violent force.

Merle's head was a mass of swirling information. He sifted through it as fast as he could, trying to find what he needed among this haystack of knowledge.

What he learned pissed him off to no end.

He discovered that he was unable to merge with his own kind: humans. This was part of the restriction of laws.

He was also unable to merge the strength of the dead cultivators that were two levels higher than he was. And there was more still; if he did not kill the creature himself, he could not merge with it either. These were the restrictions of the Universe Laws applied to the Original Law.

The cultivation level of Merle's soul was only at the top level of the Domain God Realm, which was on par with the cultivation level of Darren's soul.

"Damn it!"

He was ticked off. There were too many restrictions on his Merging Force. It was incredibly frustrating.

He had been lucky, however, to have survived. The tribulation thunder was not that powerful and his physical strength was far more powerful than that of the Domain God Realm cultivators.

He picked himself up from the sand and absorbed the god's power to heal the damage he had taken.

It was now three months later, and his body had recovered. He had calmed himself a whole lot in the past three months. Since he was restricted from merging with humans, he would choose other creatures instead.

"The fiend race," he murmured, only to himself.

Apart from humans, the fiend race was the most common species in the world, and their masters were no weaker than any of the human masters.

It seemed clear that his next target should then be the fiend race.

There was still one more restriction; until he was strong enough, he could only merge one race. Once he made his decision on the fiend race, it would be impossible to switch to another. He would have to wait until he reached the Deputy God Realm to be able to merge with other living creatures other than the fiend race.

He made his mind up and headed straight for the fiend race's borders to try his luck. He then remembered his orders from Darren; he had to find and protect Elsa. He could not disobey and had to make for the Blood Cloud Region first.

From Darren's memories he learned that the guards of the Blood Cloud Region had taken her away. With this in mind, he knew exactly how to find her.

Whoosh!

Before anything else, he rushed back to the tavern to buy more wine in order to strengthen his meridians before he set off.

At the same time, the Rule Soul Avatar and Jenifer arrived at the Ancestral Land of the territor

Soul Avatar answered flatly and honestly.

"Oh, that's good, good for you," Jenifer said, smiling on the inside. A weight had been lifted from her mind. "Let's go to Elsa," she continued.

The two of them were headed for the Blood Cloud Region too.

In the Tussle Region, it had been half a month since the Gambling King had left in anger.

Murphy had not been as calm and collected as before during that time.

Before Maxwell left, he had said that he would hire capable assassins from the Blood Abyss Sect to break the protecting array, no matter what it cost.

Once the array was broken, there would be no one in the sect powerful enough to oppose them, and they would kill them all.

"Master Murphy, any news from the sect in the Starry Sword Region?" Darren asked.

He stepped into the hall and saw Murphy in a tizzy, his face plastered in worry with his hand rubbing his forehead in a futile attempt to relieve his stress.

"Yes, I got a message from them," Murphy replied, low in spirit.

"Really? What did they say?" Darren asked, his excitement growing.

Murphy sighed and shook his head. "The elder said he would send a principal disciple to learn more of the situation... in a month."

"A principal disciple? Then what seems to be the problem? Is he not strong enough?" Darren asked, confused by his distress.

"No, the principal disciple is strong enough to deal with all this. It's just that I'm worried we don't have enough time. We may all be dead before the principal disciple arrives."

Darren realized that Maxwell would be very impatient. He had lost a big fortune after all. This was what was causing Murphy's headache.

"Master Murphy, I'd like to leave to see if I can find a helper," Darren said after thinking on it for a moment, deciding that he could go to Akbar for assistance.