Talented Martial Hero

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. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

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 made such a request. But now, I feel that I have

already become a real human being. The principle of advantages and disadvantages is no longer my

primary consideration. I am capable of making a sacrifice if I think it is worth it."

Darren listened to the Rule Soul Avatar, not knowing how to respond.

He found it almost impossible to articulate what he was feeling at that moment. While he and the Rule

Soul Avatar were undoubtedly the same person, at the same time, they were two independent

individuals. No other two beings in the world had a relationship as intimate and as strange as the one

shared by Darren and the Rule Soul Avatar.

"Well," said Darren slowly. "I respect your decision, just like I respect your existence."

He didn't say anything more. The Rule Soul Avatar was an independent individual, so he shouldn't

interfere in his decision making.

"What about you? What do you think?" Darren asked,

looking at the Twelve Great Witchers.

One of the Twelve Great Witchers said, "He knows it's almost impossible, but he still chooses to do it. If

it were in the past, we would never choose to take such a risk... But this time, I agree with you."

"Now that even a human can control the laws for witchcraft cultivation, is there anything absolutely

impossible in the world?" another Great Witcher said. "I support your decision."

"So do I."

One after another, every single one of the Twelve Great Witchers agreed that they were willing to allow

Darren to break through the tribulation.

It was a gamble with enormous stakes.

They clung to the slim possibility of gaining a truly powerful man as an ally—someone with incredible

power who would be able to resist the chief gods.

However, at the same time, they had to pay a heavy price. The hiding place of the human race would

be exposed.

But then, even if the human race chose to kill Darren and dodge the tribulation, it would not eliminate

the risk altogether. Sooner or later, the chief gods would find the human race. Even if there was a

supreme god among the human race, it would not be enough. A supreme god might be able to protect

some humans in order to prevent total extinction of the human race, but it was utterly impossible for a

supreme god to contend against the chief gods.

The human race needed something more. They needed a powerful human who could hold a position in

the Primitive Wilderness, who would make the chief gods feel real fear.

Such a human would have to be stronger than all the supreme gods who had ever appeared in the

past. He would have to be even stronger than Braxton and Alfredo.

The Twelve Great Witchers chose to take the gamble.

"So, let me start to upgrade right now!" Darren said decisively. Now that his course of action was clear,

even if success was uncertain, Darren was in high spirits. He found himself eager to face the upcoming

crisis, which was like nothing he had ever faced before.

"Darren, you must take your time," said the leading Great Witcher, cautioning him against acting rashly.

"What's wrong?" Darren asked. He wondered if the Twelve Great Witchers already regretted their

decision.

"This is a risky gamble, but we must do everything we can to increase the odds of success. We will

ensure that the chances of your survival are as high as possible," the Twelve Great Witchers told him.

"What do you mean?" Darren gazed at them. He realized that he had to trust them. "What should we

do, exactly?"

"It's very simple," the leading Great Witcher explained. "Once the human race is detected, many

powerful humans will be killed by the spiritual senses of the chief gods. It's better to involve them and

ask them to join us in the fight. So for now, it's not the optimal time yet for you to upgrade. First, your

realm must be sealed." The other Great Witchers expressed their agreement.

Darren listened, feeling confused, but the Rule Soul Avatar understood what the Twelve Great Witchers

were proposing.

It sounded crazy, but perhaps they had no other choice.

"Given your abilities, how do you plan to get powerful humans involved in this gamble?" the Rule Soul

Avatar asked, for he couldn't imagine it.

"Nothing special," said a Great Witcher. "We'll just make our decision known, and any of the powerful

warriors of the human race who is willing to take part may come in." The Twelve Great Witchers

believed that explaining the situation here to the great masters of the human race would give them the

freedom to decide whether or not they wanted to join the gamble.

"All right," said the Rule Soul Avatar, nodding slowly.

Before long, the Twelve Great Witchers used a special ability they possessed to send the news to the

human race. They announced that they had decided to help Darren resist the tribulations for Conflicting

Cultivation and face the detection of the chief gods.

As the news spread, humans burst into an uproar.

In the dark void, there was a hidden mass of chaotic source.

This was the real territory of the human race. It was the place where they lived.

"What's happening?" "They are crazy!" "This 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.