Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 2473

Unable to tell direction with the poisonous fog blocking his view, Darryl felt more helpless than ever. What he didn't realize at the time was that he was trapped in the most dangerous area of the Wild Deserted Secret Region, named as the Valley of Death by the Raksasa Tribe.

The Valley of Death extended to a total distance of over a thousand miles, with danger lurking at every corner of the harsh environment. Not even the bravest warrior of the Raksasa Tribe would dare to enter the area carelessly. Little did Darryl know that he was placed before the cruellest trial by nature itself.

Losing track of time, Darryl had unknowingly wandered in the valley for over three days. In those three days, he had come across Donoghue's body, deformed and rotting away by the poisonous fog. His Sky Breaking Axe was nowhere to be found, possibly taken by some beasts in the wild.

Darryl paid no mind to his discoveries. All he wanted was to find that gigantic python that swallowed the dragon ball and get out, but the Valley of Death was far too vast and with countless vicious beasts and gigantic pythons in every turn, it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Perhaps due to the environment and the poisonous fog, the recovery of Darryl's internal energy was extremely slow. Darryl had felt anxious at first but as time went by, he somehow began to grow accustomed to his state.

Time flew and three years went by. In those three years, the Nine Continents had been restored in peace and its people went back to their harmonious lives. The Raksasa Tribe had obtained the right to reside in an area near the borders of the Nine Continents through negotiation and had settled in peace with the Nine Continents ever since. Along with prosperity and development, many began to venture into the Wild Deserted Secret Region to learn more about the mysterious area. As the by-products of the trend, unique occupations that were different in nature from that of sects such as mercenary groups, bounty hunters, and various expeditions emerged.

Meanwhile, in the woods south-west to the Valley of Death…

Darryl sat quietly with his legs crossed in a makeshift hut, he opened his eyes slowly with a long sigh. It had been three years since he fell into the Valley of Death. He had completely regained his power not long after the fall, but had chosen to stay behind in search of the dragon ball. In the first three months of being trapped here, he had come across a Raksasa warrior who had stepped foot into the area by mistake and learnt that the Raksasa Tribe and the Nine Continents had reached a truce. The news finally relieved Darryl from the concern and burden in his heart. Naturally, Darryl had managed to map out the entire area of the Valley of Death within these three years and had learnt almost everything there was to know about it.

‘It's time to go home,’ he thought, as he stepped out of the hut and stared into the sky. He had tried to search for the gigantic python that swallowed the dragon ball again for the past few weeks but was still rewarded with nothing. Darryl knew that he couldn't stay any longer. The dragon ball might be important, but nothing compares to reuniting with his family once again. Finally making up his mind, Darryl strode out of the hut and began his way out of the Valley of Death.

He didn't go far before was stopped by the sound of footsteps approaching. Darryl frowned as he gazed up, and to his surprise he found over a dozen people cautiously making their way towards the depth of the Valley of Death. The travellers were carrying camping equipment with them. Each and every one of them was powerful, ranking at levels of Martial Saint. Amongst them was a woman dressed in a red long leather jacket, with an alluring figure and wildly beautiful features that no man could keep their eyes off of. She couldn't have been over twenty-five years old. Darryl couldn't help but study the woman and was shocked when he came close enough to sense that her power was at the rank of level one Martial Emperor. Had the development of cultivation in the Nine Continents truly prosper to this extent, for a young woman in her twenties to actually reach the level of level one Martial Emperor?

It was then when those travellers caught sight of Darryl and surrounded him.

"Is he from the Raksasa Tribe?"

"Sh*t, why does he look like a caveman?"

They scanned Darryl up and down with disdain on their faces. The woman that was leading the party, though, seemed to be curious at Darryl's appearance.

Darryl couldn't help but to feel slightly insulted at their comments. Though he was unable to argue once he realized how he must have looked. He had stayed in the Valley of Death for over three years now. His clothes had been destroyed long ago due to the poisonous fog, so he went ahead and made himself some clothes from animal skin. Judging from his outlook and the scars on his face, it was no wonder that he looked like a savage to these people.