Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 1079 Couldn't Find It

Darren was speechless for a moment.

"Sir, I'm here to replace the World Essence. It is vital to preserving the human race. Can you help me?"Darren repeated.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand.”

The old man stared at Darren in utter confusion.

Darren explained the situation to the old man, but he still seemed to be at a loss.

"Sir, when did you come here?" Darren prodded.

"How should I know? It has been so long!"

"Sir, you really don't know who the witcher ancestor or Hiram the Great is?" The old man scratchedhis head.

"Well... I know about Hiram the Great. He is buried there. But I have never seen him in person!Which dynasty is it now? Was Hiram the Great really an emperor?” the old man asked.

Darren's mouth hung open.

He was completely speechless. He probed the old man with his spiritual sense and could not replaceanything threatening about him. The old man was weak and it seemed that he had no cultivationbase at all.

'Is he really just an ordinary old man?" Darren wondered. Darren could not believe what washappening.

"Maybe he is wary of me. I shouldn't push him too hard. I should try to get on with him for a while,”Darren murmured to himself.

"Alright! I won't press any longer. But didn't you just say that you wanted to have a drink? Whydon't we drink together right now?" Darren offered with a smile.

"Really?" The old man smiled happily. "Is it the sweet smelling wine you poured out a while ago?""Of course. It's the first time we met. Only good wine can express how great it is to have met you!""Oh! That is fantastic! I haven't tasted good wine in years. I'm so lucky today! I caught a big fishtoday. I'll cook and prepare it for you, and you bring the drink. It's a feast! Ha!"

The old man was as giddy as a child.

"Come with me. Let's go home and cook,”

the old man said, leading Darren away from the lake.

He brought Darren to a thatched hut, which was made up of superior spiritual herbs. The herbsseemed to be too extravagant, even for grand warriors.

When they got home, the old man got to work. He started to wash the pots, make a fire, and cookthe fish.

Darren's stomach growled at the pleasant aroma of roasting fish.

"This fish smells delicious, sir," Darren said, walking over.

"Of course. I don't have anything else to do and I can make the best flavorings with all kinds ofherbs here. I think my cooking skills are the best in the world.” The old man gave him a big grin.After a while, the big fish was ready. The old man placed it on the table. Darren took out some wineand filled the old man's glass.

"Smells so good!"

Darren and the old man exclaimed in unison. The old man was excited for the wine. Darren wasexcited for the fish.

"Don't be shy. Go on!"

Darren nodded and took a bite. The fish was exquisite! Its flavors swirled around his mouth, eachbite a taste of heaven.

"You are the God of cooking, sir! The fish is really delicious!" Darren couldn't help but sigh.

"Ha! Eat as much as you like. Now, may I start on the wine?"

"Please, sir."

The old man raised the glass and took a sip. He breathed in the wine's vapors and gave a soft sigh."Good..."

Before the old man could say "wine," he crashed to the floor with a loud thud. His face was slightlyred.

Darren was stunned for a while.

"What? Are you drunk?"

Darren walked to the old man and felt his breath. He was indeed drunk!

'What a weak drinker..." Darren thought. He began to believe that the old man was indeed anordinary person.

Darren lifted the old man up and carried him to a bed of grass. He then left him alone.

He finished his meal and decided to explore. The hut had three rooms. He decided to enter anotherone.

In the first room, there were many straw baskets and fishing tools lying about. Darren surveyed thearea and exited. He entered the next room.

In the second room, there were many altars inside. There were also numerous jars of pickled herbs.There seemed to be nothing special in any of the rooms in the old man's house. Darren shruggedhis shoulders.

He could not replace any useful information

Darren went out of the door. He walked to the edge of the lake.

"Where is the World Essence?"

Darren wondered aloud. He kicked off his shoes and plunged his feet into the cold water.

The world inside the bronze coffin was wide and open. It would be difficult to navigate if you didnot know where to go. Darren forced himself to think.

It seemed likely that the World Essence was hidden in the cemetery.

However, it was also possible that Hiram the Great hid the World Essence somewhere else, so thatanyone who thought himself wise enough to replace it in the cemetery couldn't replace it.

"Well, I should just go and take a look.”

He was wasting time just waiting around. He needed to get moving.

He scanned the barren wasteland with his spiritual sense.

There was nothing special about it except for that cemetery. There was no spiritual energy in any ofthe other places except that cemetery. The other places were just like the dark void outside thebronze coffin.

"Roar!"

Darren's search was interrupted by loud cries

"What?"

Darren was surprised. The voice sounded like it came from the Shura

"Oh my God! Why is he here?"

Darren flew towards the cemetery at once.

Darren landed quietly on the bank of the lake, walking very discreetly.

With the help of his spiritual sense, Darren found where the Shura was.

The slender, blood-red figure landed on the edge of the cemetery. However, his rage surged as if hehad been suppressed by a powerful force.

The Shura raged and the Shura Force painted the whole world scarlet.

However, after a long while, the Shura still stayed in the same place. It was as if he was glued to theground.

"Ho, the power of the bronze coffin is so strong that even the Shura can't move!"

Darren was relieved to see that.

No wonder that witcher ancestor had said that the bronze coffin was a rare divine weapon. With it,the strong cultivator at the Super Emperor Realm could fight with the first fiend ancestor.

Hiram the Great had been dead for so many years. It was safe to say that the bronze coffin had noowner since then. Even so, it still had the power to suppress the Shura. How powerful it was!

"If I inherit the bronze coffin, I will be more confident of passing through the ordeals in the GodlyCity."

The witcher ancestor had also said that Darren should take the bronze coffin away if he had thechance.

"Oh my God! What's that? It's really freaking me out!"

While Darren observed, a withered hand clapped him on his back.

Darren turned around and found the old man staring at the Shura with wide eyes. He, too, wasafraid.