Chapter 1525 Let's Take A Big Gamble

If one had survived the tribulations for Conflicting Cultivation, then the heaven and earth of the Primitive Wilderness had no choice but to acknowledge the existence of the Conflicting Cultivation. It meant that the real strength of the Conflicting Cultivation would finally be revealed.

Anyone who successfully broke through the tribulations for Conflicting Cultivation would definitely be dangerous. He would be viewed as a serious threat to the lives of the chief gods. After all, only an incredible being could survive the tribulations.

The chief gods would view any such survivor as a grave threat, someone who was even more fearsome than a Defiant Master.

Darren had not only mastered several conflicting skills—he was also a Defiant Master. It seemed that he was on a reckless path, destined to die from the tribulations.

However, the Rule Soul Avatar had a suggestion. He proposed that the two of them, a rule cultivator and a martial artist, should be fused back into one.

Of course, no one knew what effect such a fusion would have. It could be incredible, or it could be disastrous. It might also be Darren's only chance of survival.

The thought of it was exciting, and the Twelve Great Witchers couldn't hide their anticipation. They looked forward to how Darren would handle the ordeal.

Darren himself was silent, lost in thought. Eventually he spoke. "But I promised you that I would never fuse with you."

Although the Rule Soul Avatar was independent, he had still originated from Darren.

Once the two of them fused, the Rule Soul Avatar would disappear forever, but Darren would still be the same Darren. He would simply inherit all the abilities of the Rule Soul Avatar, combining martial arts and rule cultivation in a single being.

"It's better for one of us to survive than for both of us to die. We must get the chance to see the version of ourselves who practices both martial arts and rule cultivation," the Rule Soul Avatar said practically.

Indeed, deep in his heart, he was actually rather eager to see what kind of human being would emerge from this trial.

Since he had come into being, he had resisted the idea of fusion, holding on to that resistance as the highest principle in his soul.

However, now that he and Darren were about to die, such principles must give way to more important considerations.

"But what if I miraculously survive after we fuse? Then I will have broken my promise," Darren said. This possibility caused Darren to feel sorrow in his heart towards the Rule Soul Avatar.

He had gone through so many hardships with him. If it weren't for the Rule Soul Avatar, he would have long disappeared from this world.

The Rule Soul Avatar had helped him through many life and death crises regardless of the threat to his own existence.

"My real body, you don't need to talk about the promises anymore," said the Rule Soul Avatar calmly. "When I was newly born, I didn't have any human emotions. I thought about everything by weighing the advantages and disadvantages. That was why I mad

is insane!"

Tens of millions of humans poured into the huge square of the Ancestral Land, gathered together under the darkening sky. They were all agitated.

The concentration of extremely powerful auras in that single spot caused the chaotic space to shake and tremble.

"The damned witchers! We really can't trust them!"

"Why did they choose to help Darren?" "It's unbelievable."

"They are idiots! If they weren't hiding in the abyss, I would tear them to pieces."

Countless powerful warriors of the human race became furious, and soon resorted to violence.

"Starry Sword! Finley Feng! It's all your fault. If he had been killed earlier, this wouldn't have happened!"

Many began complaining about Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng, castigating the two of them for their decision to keep Darren alive for further observation.

Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng stood indifferently, turning a deaf ear to the clamor.

"Keep quiet."

Soon, an extremely old figure arrived. He stood in front of the hall of the Ancestral Land.

Upon seeing the new arrival, the entire square quieted down. But although the noise had subsided, everyone still wore expressions of great anger and dissatisfaction, especially the most powerful humans.

"Ancestor," they said, lowering their heads.

Although they were furious, they all bowed respectfully to the ancestor.

"Ancestor, we can't go to the abyss. We can't resist such a tribulation at all!" someone shouted,

unable to resist speaking even before the ancestor could say anything.

"We have no reason to take such a risk!" someone else called out.

"Those damned witchers! Ancestor, please kill them," another person urged.

Within moments, the voices had built up to a deafening roar, as everyone declared their refusal to go to the abyss and loudly condemned Darren and the witcher race.

The ancestor raised a hand, and eventually, the noise subsided once more.

"We will talk about it when Heath and the tomb keepers arrive," he said in his ancient, slow voice.