The Last Primal

Eventually, as the situation stabilized, the people still lingering in the Ancient Burial Grounds, have once again begun to leave back into the Fog Infested Valley and travel back to Ugburg City.

Though reluctant at first, after their Young Master's firm orders, even Aiden's captains have left together with Tai Liu's group of Azure Myst Sect disciples. Though they wanted nothing more than to be beside their lord, they knew they wouldn't be of much help and would only be a burden in the upcoming challenges, clashes.

Begruntled, they left acting as protectors of the group of mortal draconic skinks soon after, leaving only their Young Master behind only.

The case was especially important for Dara and Pyre. They were incredibly important after the former received the inheritance from the site, and would be valued greatly by the old man, Tai Liu, and their sect of elixir masters.

Even still, Aiden wouldn't be calm if she were to be left by herself. He wanted to have at least Pyre stay with her, and act as friend and shield to lean on.

He would only feel more relieved after knowing that her partner, Lady Pyre was with her.

Ever since they returned from Ancient Burial Grounds, Madam Dara had been unusually happy.

Though he wasn't sure of the reason, Aiden was sure it was related to the sudden increase in power he went through. After all, whilst she was still processing, absorbing the inheritance, and the main effects and changes were still to be reflected, her profile had tremendous changes already.

[Name: Dara Voragon

Status: Processing…

Race: Primal Draconic Skink (Demoness Strain) (Tier 2+, Mutated)

Class: Assassin -> Shadow Huntress

Level: 12 -> 18

Condition: 100%

Soul Power: 100 -> 280 + 280 +100 (Primal Core) -> 660

Realm: Martial Knight Rank 8/10

Mana: 50

Experience: 0

Might: 10 -> 15

Agility: 16 -> 28

Spirit: 12 -> 30

Skills: Language: Reptilian (Lvl -), Language: (Common) (Lvl -)*, Hunt (Lvl 4 -> Lvl 5), Martial Arts (Lvl 5 -> Lvl 9), Sword Mastery (Lvl 3 -> Lvl 4), Dagger Mastery (Lvl 8 -> Lvl 10) -> Dagger Mastery: Advanced (Lvl 1), Magic Proficiency (Lvl -), Dark Magic (Lvl 1 -> Lvl 5), Blood Magic (Lvl 1 -> Lvl 5), Dragonlord's Grace  (Lvl 1), Subterfuge (Lvl 9), Sneaking (Lvl 8), Backstab (Lvl 8 -> Lvl 9), ????

Effects: Touch of the Primal (Lvl -), Primal Core (Lvl 1- > Lvl 2), ????]

There were countless changes on her profile since the last time Aiden actively glanced at her system's page. Apart from receiving a substantial increase in her levels that drove some of her attribute changes, there was a tremendous increase both in her Soul Power reserves, as well as her Spirit attribute. At the same time, it seemed that the inheritance she received had directly boosted it as well, all in all giving her a rise from her preliminary 100 Soul Power to a quite decent new high of 660 points.

Besides that, whilst the changes were being processed, marked by the unknown question marks at both at the end of the skills section as well as the effects, a lot of her skills have gained massive boosts over the course of the last couple of weeks.

For one, she was no longer the weak former self, with her most powerful weapon being her curvaceous alluring body, but she was now a formidable foe, that judging by the system was probably matched at the 8th rank of the Martial Knight stage. Somewhere in the same level of power as those arrogant young heirs of the powerful sects and clans of this world.

Such gains, with only just a bit more than two weeks of effort! This was beyond incredible!

Before leaving, she smiled and said to Aiden. "[Reptilian] Don't worry young master, I will definitely work hard and grow strong enough so that you could be proud!"

The only reason why Madam Dara would even bother with going together with the Azure Myst Sect and become a titled master of theirs was so that she could help her young master on his quest and become a useful asset like the others before them. Like Roas, Gob, Galina, and those that she had yet to meet but have already talked to through their shared connection.

Recalling Dara's honest, and genuine smile, Aiden was in a great mood and could not help but grin as well.

He did not choose to travel with anyone else.

That was because from the moment he decided to fight for the Ancient One's Palace's entry, he had already made up his mind to change his appearance and hide everything about his background!

With the descent of the Ancient One's Palace, Aiden would have to face almost all the remaining super powers of this world, as well as stand face to face with the High Priest's forces.

If a massive battle were to break out, it would be difficult to resolve the situation.

Furthermore, there was a burning desire within Aiden.

He wanted to fight to his heart's content without having to conceal the truth about his nature and bring harm to those that he treasured; to have a hearty battle with many paragons without having to hide anything!

Since there was a chance that he had to take on his true Ancient Draconic form, Aiden had to change his appearance.

Even if all the super factions wanted to take revenge, later on, they would not be able to seek him out.

To ensure that nothing went wrong, Aiden would not use any means or weapons that would expose his identity. This also meant that his trademark weapon, Rygintarth would have to stay hidden for the time being and he would mostly have to rely on his own body.

Speeding along the way, a series of crackling sounds came from within his body as his tendons and bones rang while his muscles expanded and his body turned taller.

Even his facial features were changing!

In the blink of an eye, the original handsome Draconic Skink appearance of his disappeared entirely.

In his place was a two meter tall robust, scaleless nondescript reptilian. With rough facial features, an elongated head shape that resembled more of an alligator than of a humanoid being, large golden eyes and a wide nose and mouth, there was nothing delicate about his appearance anymore.

Taking a moment, to check his reflection in a nearby pool of water, he grinned with satisfaction.

Only thing that stood out were his tattered, raggedy gray robes that no longer matched his appearance, and were stretched to their limit.

Rumbling through his storage bag, Aiden dug out a simple looking coarse linen shirt and draped it casually over his body, exposing his chest. He looked carefree and unreserved.

Though those freakish old powerhouses, that stepped beyond the Martial Grandmaster realm  and have become Quasi-Divine entities could still sense his vital essence and could see through his newfound form.

Other than that, no one could find any loopholes on Aiden's new appearance with their naked eyes!

This was an ancient world, and there were only Martial Grandmasters at most. In other words, the probability of Aiden being exposed was almost zero!

Under the heavens, the Ancient One's Palace was still descending slowly, exuding boundless might.

The closer it was to the Ancient One's Palace, the more evident the feeling became.

Those that wanted to contend for the Ancient One's Palace's inheritance would have to enter the area enveloped by it; this was also where the final fight would take place.

Though it seemed close, in reality, Aiden still had to spend several hours speeding through the gigantic valley to get close.

Around early next morning, his ears buzzed, and caught wind of the sounds of fighting coming from the southwest. There were some angry shouts mixed with the sounds.

Fights were extremely common in this place after all.

People could get into fights even if they met by chance, let alone if they had disagreements.

Because it was way too common, at first, Aiden did not intend to bother about it at all.

However, he did not advance far when his expression changed. Raising his brow, he came to a stop and listened intently with raised ears.

He seemed to hear a familiar voice in that fight.

After some hesitation, Aiden changed his direction and dashed towards the southwest.

…

*Poof!*

A large head was chopped off with blood flowing like a fountain.

Filled with spirit energy, a peak Martial Knight realm figure was using a long bladed saber and was fighting against four other robed figures in an intense fight.

Several corpses laid on the ground with warm blood still flowing – it was clear that they hadn't died long ago.

On the side of the battlefield, a beautiful young girl stood. She wore a large, baggy white robe and had a veil as well as a large hood covering her face and head. She was clapping as she smiled brightly.

"You are so amazing! Another bad guy is dead thanks to you!"

"Miss, don't worry. I will definitely protect you!" The peak Martial Knight realm man who was fighting against four people turned and said to the girl in white.