Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 297

"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.