Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1144

As Darren and the others rose, immersed in the golden light, everything on the Lothlann Continent was gradually growing farther and farther away from them.

After a while, they looked down and found that the world under their feet was as bright as the galaxy until they couldn't see the Lothlann Continent anymore. It seemed to have become a tiny speck among hundreds of millions of grains of sand.

As they slowly rose further, Darren and the others could no longer see anything except the bright golden light.

"Close your eyes."

A voice warned Darren and the others.

Even without the warning, Darren and the others didn't dare open their eyes again. The golden light shined so brightly that they knew they'd go blind if they tried.

After a long time, Darren felt his body become heavier. Then they began to fall.

The feeling of the wind on all their faces rustled some of them to open their eyes.

Darren opened his eyes first. What he saw was a desolate and ancient world.

It was cold and misty. There was a bountiful primeval forest beneath a cliff. In the distance, the roars of fierce beasts echoed every now and then.

"This is the Primitive Wilderness."

Darren had mixed feelings when he saw this ancient world.

"Welcome to the Primitive Wildness."

As soon as Darren and his companions descended, an old man with waist length white hair appeared beside them.

"Nice to meet you, sir."

Darren sensed him for a moment and found the seemingly ordinary looking old man had a profound aura that he couldn't quite figure out.

"Politeness is not necessary in the Primitive Wilderness. In this world, the law of the jungle rules all. This is my first lesson for you,"

the old man said coldly. His expression was devoid of emotion.

"Now, I have something to tell you. Listen carefully."

The old man paused for a moment and then continued, "There are many races born in the Primitive Wilderness. They are all very powerful. At the bottom of this food chain however, is the human race. Therefore, we have to make every means to find geniuses to enhance the strength of the population of the human race, so as to get rid of our predicament of being enslaved by those stronger than us."

Hearing this, Darren was confused.

"Get rid of the predicament of being enslaved? So, you're saying the human race is actually enslaved?" Darren's heart sank with despair.

"Do not speak unless I ask you a question." The old man shot a cold look at Darren, and avoided answering his question.

"Tell me, when you were in the mortal world, did any force of the Primitive Wilderness come to rope you in?" the old man asked with a serious face.

Darren hesitated for a while and answered, "No."

"Tell me the truth." This time, the old man's voice seemed to be filled with a threatening god's power as he prodded Darren.

"No." Lord Starry Sword had told Darren that they weren't allowed to go to the mortal worlds to recruit talents. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Darren said no.

"That's good." The old man nodded slowly and continued, "Follow me to the Ancestral Land, where you will be given ten years to cultivate. Then, all forces will come to choose disciples. Take advantage of this opportunity."

"Wait!" Scott took two steps forward and asked, "Can we choose not to go with you and cultivate by ourselves?"

"Are you sure you'd want to do that?" The old man turned around and looked at Scott with an intense gaze.

Scott was speechless.

"Are you sure you want to give up ten vital years of protection and cultivation period? If you insist, I can agree." The old man was still massively indifferent. He continued, "However, once you give up, you will no longer belong to our race. To be exact, you will no longer be a member of human race."

"What?" Finley gave a nervous gulp as he choked back his words.

The Water Kylin couldn't help jumping out and yelled, "Old man, you are way too arrogant! We don't need your stupid protection. You can fuck off!"

"You don't belong to the human race, so you shouldn't even be here. Calm yourself. I need this Reincarnation Master to make a choice." The old man paid no attention to the Water Kylin's tantrum.

"Damn it! I really don't like you. You're such a prick. You can't blame me for bullying you!"

The Water Kylin jumped and swiped at the old man with his claws.

Bang!