Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 297 Bloodline

"All right. You can enter now," the village head, Fris, said as he raised his hand. In the next moment, mist enveloped everyone.

The superior talents were transferred to the stone tablet. Darren was surprised as they had disappeared without a trace.

"Eh? Where are they?" As soon as Darren stepped inside the stone tablet, he found himself standing in front of a huge grave. A glance showed him that no one else was around.

"Each of the superior talents has entered a different grave.” Fris explained as he magically appeared beside Darren.

"Sir, we have come here for the Primitive Stones. Are the Primitive Stones in the graves?" Darren saluted Fris and asked.

"I can perceive that the Primitive Stones are important to you. However, are you sure that you don't want the other treasures?" Fris smiled faintly as he continued to speak. "After you enter the graves, not only will you get the Primitive Stones, but you will also get other more precious things. Do you want to know about these treasures?"

"Yes, sir." Darren was curious. He wondered what other precious items had been buried in the graves, aside from the Primitive Stones.

"Okay. You should relax and use your spiritual sense.” With a light chuckle, Fris waved his rough hands above Darren's head. As strange memories flooded his mind, Darren was dumbfounded by what he saw.

Numerous ancient pictures appeared in his head. As he looked through those pictures, he learned about the history of the Primitive Stones and the invaluable treasures that were buried inside the grave.

"The Raksa Sea is also an ancient battlefield!"

According to the memories, the Raksa Sea was an ancient battlefield of the Middle Age. It had been around for well over thirty million years!

Darren knew that the Lothlann Continent had four ancient Ages—the Remote Age, the Ancient Age, the Middle Age, and the Last Age. Sprinkled between those milestone Ages were several small Ages that didn't last long, such as the Hadean Age.

Every Age had a miserable history marked by massive devastation.

The memories, however, didn't give Darren a clear idea of the details that would help him with his exploration. But he knew that in each historically significant age, numerous talents disappeared without a trace. They were so smart and wise, and few people could match their abilities at that time.

In the Middle Age, unsurpassed geniuses gathered in the human world. But, they were all destroyed in the end. Darren could tell that the Primitive Stones had something to do with this destruction of talents.

The grave in front of Darren belonged to a master. What was more, his bloodline was buried inside his grave!

"Sir, how can I get the bloodline?"

Darren could feel that the bloodline was tens of thousands of times powerful than that of the Ancient Families.

"Ha-ha." Fris' face broke into a smile. He replied, "Little boy, with your current strength, it is virtually impossible for you to get that bloodline. It is the ultimate treasure in the grave. You will be lucky if you get some Primitive Stones and battle skills from the Remote Age.”

Hearing Fris, a confident smile appeared on Darren's face. Lifting his chin, Darren said, "That's not true. I have some secret methods. I might able to get it."

Fris shook his head at the boy's confidence. With a gentle smile, he said, "Although you learn conflicting martial arts skills, you haven't completely mastered it yet. I can also detect that you have the inheritance skill of the dragons. However, you are not proficient at it. You have a pretty intense bloodline, but it isn't strong enough. So, I'm sure that you can't get that treasure.”

Darren was shocked when he heard the village head's explanation. He was dumbfounded by this old man's ability to see through him.

"Wait, that's strange.”

The village head muttered as he studied Darren from head to toe. Astonishment reflected in his expression as he said, "I can't believe that you control a small world. That's impressive.”

"You can see that too?” Now, Darren was flabbergasted.

"That's great. If that little guy in your small world were here to fight, he would surely get the bloodline in the grave. As for the other guy, I'm seventy percent sure that he could get it." Fris didn't answer Darren's question. On the contrary, he kept talking about other things.

"Sir, who are the two guys you referred to?" Darren asked.

"One of them is the son of a strong holy warrior, and the other has great potential to grow into a holy warrior. Young man, you are so lucky. If you can become their master, you will be a lot more promising than they were. You will reach the Holy Realm too in the future.”

Hearing Fris, Darren finally knew that he was talking about the little boy and Finley.

That little boy was so powerful. His strength was nearly equivalent to the Shadow Emperor's. So, he must be the son of a holy warrior. As for Finley, the old guardian in the Ancient Void Battlefield had said that Finley's real body had become a holy warrior in the later ages. So, Darren guessed that Finley must be the potential holy warrior.

If a person wanted to get the inherited bloodline, he must be a genius as strong as the little boy and Finley. Darren thought that with his current strength, he couldn't match their power. He also realized that Finley was a lot stronger than he was.

But to Darren's surprise, Fris couldn't detect that strange stone in his head. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of power the strange stone had

"Sir, what kind of bloodline did the master in the grave have? Why were talents like Finley the only ones who could get it?" Darren asked out of curiosity.

"Ha-ha. Initially, that master's bloodline was not that powerful. But as the rules in the later ages gradually improved and had more suppressive effects on human strength, comparatively, the bloodline became more and more powerful. For example, if the master in this grave had lived in this world, he would have been able to defeat the holy warriors of the current age. If he were a senior master of the Middle Age, few people could match his power. If he were a master in the Remote Age, he would be more powerful than a strong master in the Ancient Age and the Middle Age.”

He stopped for a second before continuing, "The master in the grave carries the Augmented Attack Bloodline. It was more powerful than the Belligerence Bloodline. Its power increased by a thousand times. Actually, this kind of bloodline was not good enough. It was just a little powerful than the one that was ranked the lowest among all the bloodlines.

Although it is not that powerful, it is still an invaluable treasure for human beings in the later ages,” Fris explained.

"Well, I see.” Darren nodded in comprehension. Even though the bloodlines were insignificant to Fris, they were rather precious to Darren. If he could have the bloodline, his strength would be a thousand times powerful than it used to be. He couldn't imagine how great that would be.

Darren yearned for the bloodline, but when he thought that only extreme talents like Finley could acquire it, he became a little depressed

"Little fellow, cheer up. In over ten thousand years, only three people have succeeded in getting the bloodline in the Raksa Sea. It has only been a hundred years since those three people got the bloodlines. So, you might meet them in the future.”

"About one hundred years?" Darren was surprised. What Fris said reminded him of someone. It occurred to him that John Doe, who was on the Sky Chart, must be one of the three people.

There were four islands In the Raksa Sea. Each island had a unique inherited bloodline. So Darren didn't know which island John Doe had been to. He asked Fris about it, but he didn't know either. "This time, all of the superior talents who entered the Raksa Sea are not qualified to get the bloodlines. So, you don't need to be depressed. There are some other good things in the grave too."

"Alas. Thank you so much, sir. I will try my best. If I can't get it, then that is my fate," Darren replied. "Right. You can go now. And, there is one more thing that I want to tell you. From all the superior talents, if you get the most treasures, I will give you an extra chance. You can choose a grave and fight again. You can pick up another day to fight, but it must be within a hundred years. Do you understand?"

"I see. Thank you so much, sir.” Darren nodded before entering the grave.