Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1168

"Well, sir, I'm afraid I can't cultivate in the cave, because there's something else I need to do." It was impossible for Darren to both hide and cultivate for several millions of years.

"What could be more important than your life?" the ascetic cultivator prodded.

"I'll be careful outside. Although it's dangerous, I can protect myself once I get stronger."

The ascetic cultivator glanced at Darren with a mix of emotions across his face.

"You're a Defiant Master, so you can't possibly make it alive outside. The Defiant Abyss will become your final resting place, for sure. Young man, this is all the advice I can give you for now. Whether you take it or not is completely up to you."

With that, the ascetic cultivator sat down with his legs crossed, and his body slowly began to dry up and decay; it was as if he had been dead for tens of thousands of years.

"Defiant Master again. What the hell is a Defiant Master?" Darren murmured. Everyone he met in the Primitive Wilderness always mentioned "Defiant Master." He couldn't grasp what this identity meant. People were resistant to be friendly to him because of his identity as a supposed Defiant Master.

Curious, Darren tried to shake the ascetic cultivator awake, to no avail.

Darren then flew off in search for Elsa.

After flying for some time, Darren returned to the Cloud Forest Sect.

The place was putrid with miasma. Blood and decay trailed all around. The sect had become hell on earth.

Darren did not stay long, and immediately made his way to the sect leader's residence.

"Darren!"

As soon as Darren arrived there, a beautiful figure rushed into his arms.

"Are you okay, Elsa?" Darren cupped Elsa's face in his hands and looked at her with deep concern.

"Yes, I'm fine. When the monsters appeared, I found a place to hide. All I could think about was finding you, but when I couldn't find you, I really freaked out." Tears rushed down Elsa's face as she embraced Darren harder.

"It's okay. It wasn't that much trouble for me," Darren said as he patted Elsa's back.

"By the way, where is the sect leader?" Darren asked.

"I sensed that a powerful man wearing a bamboo hat took him away by force. Aside from that, I heard the sect leader call him 'guard', and he said that the guard came from the Ancestral Land," Elsa replied.

Upon hearing that, Darren grimaced.

Those from the Ancestral Land seemed to have an idea of what had happened here. It meant that when the Cloud Forest Sect was being massacred, they didn't even lend a hand. Why did they wait until all the disciples of the sect were slaughtered before coming here, and why did they take the sect leader away?

"Darren, I heard that the guard took the sect leader to the Ancestral Land to receive punishment," Elsa added.

"What?"

Darren's cheeks puffed up with anger as he gritted his teeth.

Instead of showing any liking for the Ancestral Land, he now began to hate it.

When Finley was nearly killed by a spectral beast, Scott was able to slay it just in time, but the people of the Ancestral Land immediately declared to punish Scott for his deed. Since then, Darren looked at the Ancestral Land in a bad light.

Now, not only did they sit back and just watch the human disciples being slaughtered and swallowed up, they also took the sect leader with them to blame. This Ancestral Land turned out to be traitors of the human race. They were simply acting as an accomplice of the other races!

"They've crossed the line!" Darren gave a terrifying roar of rage.

"Please don't go to the Ancestral Land out of blind rage. They're much too powerful." Elsa was worried that Darren would act on impulse like he always did.

"Don't worry, Elsa. I'm not that stupid. Right now, I'm just some nobody to them. But I swear on my life that one day, I'll grow superior to them, and crash right into the Ancestral Land. I'll make the senior leaders pay for their crimes!" Pure anger was written all over Darren's face. His eyes darkened with blood lust.

Darren's harsh words were heard by a number of survivors around the area.

Some of them sighed; some shook their heads, and some were even reminded of their younger selves. They also said the same thing when they first arrived at the Primitive Wilderness.

But what would happen now? Their uncertainty put them at a loss for words.

"I hope you will not cry from defeat then," whispered an ominous voice from the top floor of the divine palace in the Ancestral Land.