The Last Primal



Aiden said, "We'll cast him into the depths of the palace and fight to his limits with the otherworldly soldiers under the pretext that he must not use his Martial Master phenomenon."

A true growth will only be achieved through a life-and-death experience!

The both of them chatted for a little more and the old monk instructed, "If you encounter that purple-robed martial artist in the ancient battlefield, you must be careful and try your best to avoid him!"

Aiden frowned and could not help but ask, "Just who is he exactly?"

"He's the number one paragon of the Chaos Essence Sect and is undefeated across the same realm!"

The old monk said, "It's said that he was already invincible through the Martial Master realm when he was in his thirties. If things go smoothly, he will definitely be a titular disciple once he reaches Martial Grandmaster realm!"

"What's his name?" Aiden asked again.

"Dol J'ol,"

The old monk replied.

"Hmm?"

Aiden raised his brow.

It was a strange name that he seemed to have heard before.

After pondering for a moment, Aiden's eyes flashed as he said word by word, "The number one chosen martial artist of the world who trained the Chaos Ocean… Dol J'ol!"

"That's right."

The old monk nodded. "A hundred years ago, that lad relied on Chaos Ocean to overwhelm all his foes in the ancient battlefield and arrive at the top of the Phenomenon Ranking."

It was no wonder!

Aiden heaved a long sigh of relief.

That was the reason why this person could fight him to such an extent in melee combat.

It was because he was the number one Perfected Being of the world who had managed to train the Martial Master phenomenon of the Ancient One's legacy, Chaos Ocean!

Curiously, Aiden asked again, "Since he's already at the top of the Phenomenon Ranking, why is he still going to enter the ancient battlefield 10 years later?"

A rough calculation would put Dol J'ol's age at around 130 years old.

The old monk explained, "Against the 500 years lifespan of Martial Masters, he's considered young in his hundreds. As long as his lifespan allows and the timing is right, he can enter the ancient battlefield."

"After all, there are way too many treasures and opportunities inside which have all been passed down from the ancient era."

After pondering for a moment, Aiden asked again, "He was already the number one in the Phenomenon Ranking a hundred years ago. Why does he still choose to remain in the Martial Master realm?"

"That's the frightening aspect of this lad!"

The old monk said, "There's nothing much to continuous breakthroughs. If one can pause in their tracks at a certain juncture to consolidate their past, they will be able to truly solidify their foundation and reach the true realm of harmony by becoming one with the universe."

"He was already the number one Perfected Being of the world a hundred years ago. I'm sure nobody is going to be his match a hundred years later. If you encounter him once more, you must be extremely cautious!"

The bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley was isolated from the outside world.

Day in and out, the old temple sat there silently, distant and dilapidated – it seemed like there was nothing different about it than before.

The only difference was that there was now another young monk with refined features.

There was also another quirky little fox.

Each morning, the young monk would gaze at the rising sun.

At dusk, he would gaze at the setting sun.

It was the same everyday without any breaks in between.

The eyes of the young monk turned increasingly brighter.

Of course, for the most part of the day, the young monk would choose to browse through prayers and comprehend Zen and the Dao in the Prayer Hall.

Against a green lantern and ancient statue, he sat on a praying mat with a prayer gently propped on his hand with a calm expression and in a tranquil state.

Beside him, a red little fox squatted quietly without moving.

At night, the young monk would head to the backyard of the old temple.

In the eerie cemetery, the sounds of dragons, tigers, and endless beasts roaring would sound till daybreak before subsiding.

Day after day, year after year.

In the blink of an eye, 20 years passed.

Time did not seem to leave any scars on the monk's face.

However, his dantian was still empty without a trickle of spirit energy.

After all these years, the young monk no longer tried to train intentionally. Instead, he recited prayers and strolled everyday in a leisurely manner.

As time passed by, he gained a unique aura around him.

It was indescribable.

It was as though the young monk had reached the realm of fusing with nature.

He looked like an extremely ordinary monk at a single glance.

However, upon closer inspection, he was like an unsolvable mystery.

Yet another night passed.

Cemetery in the backyard of the old temple.

At dawn, the young monk opened his eyes slowly and tidied his attire. Bowing to a red-headed burly man not far before him, he said, "Thank you for your care for more than 20 years!"

Naturally, the young monk was Aiden.

In all these years, this was the first time Aiden had spoken to the red-headed ghost in such a proper manner as well as thanked the latter with such courtesy.

Sensing something, the red-headed ghost raised his brow and asked, "You're going to leave?"

"Yes."

Aiden nodded.

"Yes."

The red-headed ghost replied distractedly.

When Aiden's figure was about to vanish from the backyard, the voice of the red-headed ghost sounded once more. "Be careful out there."

Touched, Aiden nodded his head.

It was still early.

Morwyn was still asleep.

The doors of the grand hall were tightly shut and the old monk was not out.

Aiden intended to wait a little more outside.

Suddenly, his ears twitched and he heard intermittent calls.

"Great…!"

"Great… monk!"

The voice came from outside the old temple above the Dragon Burial Valley.

The only person who would call him that was Sylvie Deva!

For some reason, Aiden felt his heart palpitate, as though he could sense that something big was about to happen!

In his past years of studying this… religion, he had never experienced such emotional fluctuation.

Aiden pushed the doors open and meandered forward with the valley.

Before long, Sylvie Deva's voice sounded once more.

"Great monk, where are you? Hurry and come out! If not, someone is not going to make it!"

Aiden's footsteps came to a gradual stop.

He froze on the spot with a lost gaze as his mouth dropped agape slightly. There was only a single sentence repeating itself in his mind – Someone is not going to make it!"

'Some… Who? It couldn't b-"

Aiden murmured .

His first reaction was disbelief!

How was that possible?

Even after so many years, that man was only now in his sixties – how was this possible?

However, the next moment, Aiden realized that even though Sylvie Deva loved to joke, there was no way she would lie about something like this.

His friend was truly not going to make it!

In the past, Madam Dara had already mentioned that he was not in a good condition. That was the reason why Aiden decided that he was going to take him with him to leave the North Region after the intermediate ancient battlefield opened up.

To think that…

After so many years of studying the teachings and prayers, Aiden had initially thought that he had already let go of many things including life and death.

To think that the instant he heard this piece of news, his heart felt a piercing pain!

It was extremely, extremely painful.

At the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley, Aiden leaned against the ice-cold wall of the cliff and slid down weakly to the ground. There was an indescribable misery flooding in the depths of his eyes.

In a flash…

Aiden recalled many things.

He recalled the rivers of blood and mountains of corpses on that night countless years ago back in the strange ancient burial grounds.

A young man less than 20 years old fought with blood, tooth, and nails and wrought havoc to that place with all his might relying only on his guts.

Although there was a savage slash on his face that nearly cut his head into two, the young man did not care at all!

After dozens of years, he had already grown up.

As for that young man of the past, he gradually turned old instead.

He had already gained a lot of white hair by the time he was in his thirties.

That initially upright body of his had curved significantly as well.

With his firm shoulders, that young man carried the burden of everything and protected the two young children, allowing them to enjoy a peaceful and beautiful life.

It was the same way he had charged out of the capital with them under his lead more than 10 years ago.

He feared nothing!