Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 802

A tremendous amount of talent poured into Darren's head.

Buzz.

Darren's consciousness reached the space filled with ancient spiritual crystals. The assimilated talent for martial arts turned into a white light and plunged into the narrow space. However, it didn't raise even the slightest wave.

"It disappeared? It seems that the Genuine Domain Degree is my limit."

Darren withdrew his mind from the spiritual crystal space.

However, just as his mind had retreated, the white light went through the crystal wall and slipped into endless darkness.

"Are you okay?" Finley asked, puzzled by Darren's expression.

Darren shook his head.

Finley flew over and secured the tower-shaped Shackle Divine Weapon that had been suspended in the air. As a stream of Spirit Power poured into the weapon, complicated rule silk threads of the Spatial Rule were transmitted to Finley's brain.

Buzz.

When the powerful rule force shocked Finley's mind, he withdrew his Spirit Power.

"This is great. With it, I can understand the Spatial Rule of a higher level." Pleased, he put the tower away.

"We have to leave as soon as possible. The fight was quite fierce. The Fire Kylin may be sensitive enough to detect our position," Finley suggested.

"Yes, we will be in a lot of trouble if he finds us. We should not linger."

Darren nodded before he leaped in the air, ready to fly.

Soon, they arrived at the ruins of a village.

"Wow, the ancient aura here is so strong!

That light-gold skeleton must have been a senior holy warrior when he was alive." Finley was amazed by the scenery.

"I have been here before. And as far as I know, that skeleton was never a senior holy warrior. He used to be a farmer," Darren explained.

"What? It's impossible!" Finley rolled his eyes.

"Look at the rusty hoe beside him." Darren pointed.

Finley was stunned for a long time.

"Maybe, it's a kind of emperor weapon the likes of which we've never seen before. We can't judge its level by its appearance." Finley tried to rationalize.

"You are right. But, an old man's shadow guards it. He called himself, Village Head Fris. That's why I feel this place used to be a village," Darren said.

"Wow, is it that amazing?" "Wait.

I'll summon him."

Darren walked forward and stopped in front of a stone tablet.

Then he released a drop of blood on the stone tablet. Space fluctuated as an old man's shadow formed.

"Hello, Village Head Fris," Darren said with a slight bow.

"Hey, it's you!" A smile danced on Darren's lips when the shadow remembered him.

Curious, Finley walked over and glanced at the village head, Fris.

Fris was riveted by Finley.

"Sir, please stop staring at me. I am so embarrassed..."

Fris stared at Finley for several minutes, thus making Finley, who used to be bold, feel shy.

"Yes, yes, I remember you." The village head patted his head and greeted, "It's nice to meet you, Finley."

Finley was confused as the village head seemed to know him.

Darren was confused as well. After all, Finley had never been here before. So, how could the village head know his name?

Darren eventually figured it out.

Finley's actual body had been a marvelous talent that existed tens of thousands of years ago. His real body must have come here and left a deep impression on Village Head Fris.