The Last Primal



For the past year, this was the first time that she had seen such a smile on Aiden's face.

He was as joyful as a child.

The old monk's expression did not change, but there was a sliver of light in those hazy eyes of his.

Before Aiden entered the grand hall, he was initially despondent and without any hope for the future.

However, the moment he caught sight of those words, his listlessness vanished and he was reinvigorated with a charged aura!

It was as though he wanted to trample the entire world beneath his feet!

The old monk was secretly impressed.

Normally speaking, if it was any other martial artist, they wouldn't be able to endure the blow of having their martial power realm completely destroyed and the great fall from grace.

Furthermore, the future was bleak without any hope in sight.

Initially, cracks had already appeared on Aiden true heart with signs of deterioration.

To think that those words would be able to secure his conviction once more!

The old monk had lived for a long time and could naturally tell that given this turmoil, there would be nothing that could shake Aiden's teaching Heart in the future!

Cling! Clang!

Suddenly, the dull sound of chains rattling could be heard in the backyard of the grand hall!

The ground shook, as though a malevolent ghost was trying to break free; even the grand hall was starting to shroud with a faint malevolent energy!

Morwyn Blackstone was standing outside the grand hall. When he heard the chains rattling, he could not help but shudder and glance at the backyard with a sense of trepidation.

The little fox winced and sniffed with an uneasy expression.

She caught a whiff of an extremely terrifying aura in the air!

It was as though the owner of the aura could rip her into pieces at any moment!

It was a deep, indescribable fear that came from the depths of her soul and bloodline.

The old monk was the only one who was expressionless, as though he hadn't heard the chains at all.

After the chains rattled for a while, it went silent once more.

Gradually, Aiden stirred awake from his memories as well.

It was less than eight minutes since he stepped foot into the grand hall.

However, his heart experienced a rebirth and he had transformed right from the core!

Although there was no effect on his martial power, Aiden believed that nothing and nobody in this world could block his path forward!

Chaos Divine Being Tai Johr crushed his cores.

He would then create a new path for himself!

After gazing at the words on the wall for a long time, Aiden said softly, "She was here."

"Yes."

The old monk nodded.

Even though he did not clarify who she was, Aiden believed that the old monk definitely knew.

That was because anyone who had seen her — even once — would never forget her ever again!

The old monk looked a little conflicted as he sighed. "some couple years ago, this female guest came over and retrieved something."

"Before she left, she left that saying from the old holy technique of the religious sects."

"I did not understand what she was doing and could not help but asked. She merely replied asking me to wait for a fated person to appear before flying away without appearing ever again."

Aiden smiled at that.

He could already imagine the cold and aloof expression of Number 13 with just a simple description from the old monk.

That was indeed Number 13. 

Though he did not know how was she able to come here, nor how she already predicted such a predicament. But to be honest, for the current Aiden, it did not matter.

That woman, his mentor did not care for further explanations at all.

The old monk continued, "For the past several years, I did not know who the fated person would be. It was until the moment when I saw you that I understood."

"Me?"

Aiden was momentarily stunned.

Naturally, he knew that the sentence was left for him by Number 13.

However, how did the old monk tell that he was related to Number 13 prior to this?

As though he could sense Aiden's doubts, the old monk smiled gently and explained, "That's because, you hold within your body what the female guest took away from this place."

"Therefore, you are the fated person, Guest."

It was only at that moment that Aiden realized he had neglected something.

The old monk said that Number 13 had taken away something from this place.

What was it that could have made Number 13 make the long trip over to the Dragon Burial Valley personally just to put it within his body?

A thought flashed through Aiden's mind.

Back in the ancient battlefield, when the mysterious old man in the Ancient One's Palace mentioned the spiritual root, he mentioned that there were only a few utmost treasures in the world and Aiden had two of them in his body!

One of them was confirmed to be his draconic heritage.

Could the other utmost treasure be what Number 13 took away from this place?

If that was truly the case, the old monk's remark might have been euphemistic.

Rather than take away that utmost treasure, Number 13 must have snatched it away by force!

"That female Guest's methods are… divine. I do admit that I can't be compared to her."

The old monk's statement reaffirmed Aiden's guess.

He could almost imagine the way Number 13 arrived in the Dragon Burial Valley eight years ago to take away the utmost treasure without a single word after overwhelming the old monk. Thereafter, she even left that statement on the wall before turning to leave…

That was indeed Number 13's style.

Overwhelming and domineering without the need to explain anything!

Somewhat guiltily, Aiden glanced at the old monk.

In the past, Number 13 suppressed him and snatched away the utmost treasure. Now that Aiden was in this state, notwithstanding the fact of whether or not the old monk would take revenge…

At the very least, he would want to take back the utmost treasure!

"Don't worry, Guest,"

The old monk smiled gently. "Since that thing is now in your body, it means that you have an affinity with it. I'm not going to take it away."

Aiden heaved out a sigh of relief.

At the same time, curiosity filled him.

This old monk… seemed to be able to read his thoughts!

Right from the beginning, he had barely spoken and yet, the old monk was able to reply to every single one of his thoughts!

Those means were truly incredible!

Suddenly, Aiden recalled that a couple of months ago, he read an ancient book in the skink's underground city.

Within it was the record of a mystical ability known as Heart Peering!

It was said that anyone who manages to train Heart Peering would be able to sense the thoughts of people nearby without the need for communication or interaction – it was extremely mysterious.

At its peak, a single thought would be enough to read the minds of all beings in the universe and it was extremely frightening!

The old monk's martial power was unfathomable and Aiden guessed that he was at least at the divine realms, surpassing the limits of mortality.

Perhaps… he was even more frightening than that!

After pondering for a moment, Aiden asked, "Reverend, what is the utmost treasure? Earlier on, you said that it is in my body. Yet, why can't I sense it?"

The old monk's gaze was wise as he said slowly, "Dear guest, there are three great sacred trees in the history of the world. The three world trees. These three sacred trees are not found in this current world. Rather, they grow in the Pure Land."

"Pure Land?"

Aiden was confused.

The old monk did not explain and merely smiled before continuing.

"The Ashoka tree bears the Saraca Flower. In the ancient era, a Saraca Flower fell onto the main world and was obtained by the Founder Master of South Wind Monastery, taken in as a sacred object of the religious sects. It was passed down from that time all the way till the female guest took it away."

The old monk indirectly revealed another piece of information through his words – this old temple was related to South Wind Monastery from ten thousand years ago!"

"Saraca Flower?"

Aiden recalled deeply but could not find any connection to a flower-related object given to him by Number 13.

The old monk said, "Guest, you are someone without a spirit root."

"Yes."

Aiden nodded frankly.

It was true that he was born without a spirit root and had only stepped foot onto the path of martial power after meeting Number 13.

Before she left, while he was unconscious, she even helped him plant a spirit root that was not weaker than a heaven spirit root!

As though he could read Aiden's mind, the old monk shook his head. "The spirit root is an illusory object that someone is born with. If you have it, you have it. If you don't, you don't. There's no saying of a planted spirit root."

Aiden furrowed his brows slightly.

He did not understand what the old monk meant by that.

Since it wasn't possible for one to plant spirit roots, what about his spirit root?

How did he manage to go through with the regular, immortality-aligned martial power without a spirit root?