Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 110

The sudden events brought fear to Darren.

He could feel his blood and flesh shriveling so fast as the dying and withering breath invaded his body continuously.

In great surprise, Darren immediately battled his thoughts and dispatched all his internal force and sword intent in a desperate attempt to block the queer breath.

It was like watering off a duck's back. The strange and withering breath permeated into Darren's pores, soon it had soaked through every inch of Darren's skin.

But Darren couldn't feel any pain.

"What should I do?"

Under the intense pressure of the situation, Darren battled his thoughts once again to try to assimilate the strange breath.

To his desperation, he failed none the less.

He was able to assimilate talent, cardiac core, and sword intent successfully, but this was something else. There wasn't anything he could do about it. The mysterious stone in his mind had no reaction to the withering breath.

"Elsa, you as well..."

Just when Darren was about to give up, he saw the same changes happening to Elsa as they happened to him.

At this moment, both Darren and Elsa were going through indescribable changes. It was as if they were witnessing the elapsing of time, marking the signs of aging in their hearts. They had so many things left undone, they had just fallen in love.

'To age and die in this manner?'

Darren could not accept the way he and Elsa were aging. But they were unable to resist the power no matter how hard he tried.

"The power of a rule cultivator," Darren sighed.

Their bodies continued to shrivel, soon they would be turned into nothing but bones.

'The power of a rule cultivator?' Darren thought. 'Where does the power of a rule cultivator lie? It's somewhere between heaven and earth, isn't it? I can try to comprehend the true meaning of the power brought by the rule master.'

Meanwhile, he recalled the queer gestures of the men in the black robes engraved on the stony pillars. Of course his memory had helped him memorize all the gestures.

Lost in deep silence, Darren imitated the same gestures engraved on the stone pillars. A moment later, he felt as if everything around them had vanished.

In the darkness, countless varicolored spots of light flew through the air.

Darren was like an onlooker watching these spots of light dance friskily in the darkness. He also saw many green ones being dragged out of his and Elsa's bodies via gray threads as thin as hair.

'That's the breath of life. Ours are being taken away from us, but what are those thin threads? They are threads of the rule, just like the silvery silk threads of the Avatar Rule!'

Darren saw the light suddenly. He then tried to connect with those thin threads through his Omnipotent Talent Skill.

Buzz.

Darren's head heard and felt a loud ringing. He opened his eyes and the world around them had changed.

Apart from the silvery silk threads, there were many gray silk threads with green spots of light stringed through them.

"It seems a little different," he said to himself.

Darren tried to comprehend what was happening. He tried to connect with the gray silk threads, but he could not touch them at all as if they were just images in his head.

'Like the Omnipotent Talent Skill, the power of a rule cultivator has something to do with the rule. But not the same rule as that of a martial skill cultivator.

What's the difference on earth?'

Darren beat up his brain, trying his hardest to understand. They were almost out of time, their bodies were withering. Death was coming.

'What's the difference? What's the difference on earth?

A martial skill cultivator needs to connect the details of the rule before developing his Omnipotent Talent Skill. Connection with only one silk thread would be enough to possess the power of the rule.

But how about a rule cultivator? Mr. Wan didn't seem to have any martial skill strength. He must have possessed some power of the rule, or else he would not have been able to create the rune with enormous power.

Got it!' In comparison, Darren finally grasped the key point. His face lit up in joy.