The Last Primal

The spectators who were standing at the shore could not help but shiver with shocked expressions when they heard the howl – they no longer had any doubts.

"[Slaric] Impossible!"

"[Slaric] That man is still alive!"

"[Slaric] Could it be?!"

"[Slaric] Is he… going to be the second person to obtain the Sword Emperor's inheritance? Are we standing before a future legend?"

The young heir of the Ruthless Sword Sect, Bai Yohren, said nothing but sat on the reef, looking grim in silence.

"[Slaric] Look!" Suddenly, someone yelled and pointed to the depths of the mystic sea.

Everyone looked over and saw that the vortex that resembled a black hole was moving slowly towards the sword mountain, as if it was being pushed by some unknown force!

"[Slaric] What is that?!"

"[Slaric] What's going on?"

Everyone was confused and could not understand what was happening.

If any martial artist could fly above the mystic sea and look down at that moment, they would be greeted with a shocking sight!

In the middle of the vortex, a raggedy, gray figure was striding casually at the bottom of the sea. His hood was pulled down behind, revealing his unique looking dark flocked head of hair that looked incredibly rare at this world. His hands were behind his back, his eyes were shining brightly and he was surrounded by a distorted space around him.

Each step he took pushed the vortex forward a little bit!

He wasn't merely passing through the mystic sea! No, instead the entire mystic sea was being moved by him!

Time passed on slowly once again. The seconds turned into minutes, then they eventually culminated into several hours.

By now, the vortex had arrived at the foot of the sword mountain and in front of everyone, a black dot-like figure walked out from the mystic sea towards the mountain.

He had done the impossible! The feat that was not achieved since more than a century was once again accomplished!

After more than a hundred years, there was another mighty figure who passed the Sword Emperor's test and was about to obtain the latter's inheritance!

At the shore, many martial warriors were dumbstruck and their eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy.

Bair Yohren narrowed his eyes and his gaze shimmered. Nobody knew that the shock in his heart was even greater right now! It was because he had heard the legends from his own elders and sect master as well… that over a hundred years ago that legendary figure was a senior from the Ruthless Sword Sect who obtained the Sword Emperor's inheritance!

Once he set foot on the other side, at the feet of the mountain, he was so utterly exhausted that he had to rest for seven days to recover his energy before ascending the mountain.

But right now, this man before him actually had the energy to ascend the mountain right after crossing the mystic sea!

'No! This can't go on! He needs to die!… HE HAS TO DIE!' Closing his eyes, Bair Yohren thought to himself.

He knew slightly more about the Sword Emperor's inheritance than the other martial artists, disciples, warriors or adventurers.

It was said that the Sword Emperor actually left two secret arts at the top of the mountain.

One of them was a secret mental technique and was already obtained by the senior from their Ruthless Sword Sect. As for the other one…

It was said that the other one was a sword technique with several stances.

In other words, the inheritance that Aiden was about to acquire was a battle technique coming straight from the Sword Emperor himself! A being that was as close to being called a god and defy the heaven's eternal tranquility that not many before him!

The more profound a sword technique was, the harder it would be to grasp it. Furthermore, there were different levels of mastery to the sword technique as well.

Bair Yohren believed that even if Aiden managed to learn the battle technique in the short term, he would not be able to master the essence of it.

He still had time!

'He was rather weak in terms of pure power and he didn't seem too familiar with any sword techniques yet. Now is the best chance to kill him!' He muttered inwardly.

Taking a deep breath of air, Bair Yohren assumed a cross-legged sitting position. He planned on waiting by the shore to kill Aiden the moment the latter returned with the inheritance! He can not and WILL NOT escape from him the second time!

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At the mountain peak.

The scenery was calm and empty, desolate. Only a single stone tablet could be seen.

The stone tablet was etched with a vivid painting.

The painting depicted a strong, burly man sitting half naked, bare chested by his lonesome at a similar looking seaside. A dark blade, not too dissimilar to Aiden's artifact weapon, Rygintarth, was laid down horizontally across his knees. The man held a jar of wine in his left hand and watched the sea wistfully with a hint of worry flashing across his lightly bearded face.

Although he had never seen the Sword Emperor in person, Aiden knew the moment he saw the painting that the bearded, burly man was the mythical figure, the Sword Emperor!

Walking forward, Aiden stroked the stone tablet gently with his palm. The coarse surface of the stone tablet related to him the signs of time passing by.

Suddenly, Aiden froze on the spot. An unknown, deep, rough voice surged in his mind out of nowhere.

"Somebody else has finally arrived here after so many years, sigh."

That sigh was one of gratification and emotion, but mostly of relief.

The voice spoke not in any of this world's native languages but with the Eora's common that Aiden understood. Though this time, it might have been because of the strange spell that was playing and not of any other mystery.

"The ancient war destroyed the world, leaving the spear to reign supreme. I am about to cross far beyond the fabric of reality and I don't wish for the way of the sword to be lost in this world. As such, I have left behind my inheritance. There are two manuals here that await those that are fated."

Aiden knew that this was only a remnant thought left behind by the Sword Emperor.

"The first manual, the Eternal Peace, is a secret mental technique that has already been imparted to that person a hundred years ago."

The man sighed before he continued.

"You are not fated for that technique…. It was already claimed by its rightful owner long ago. As for the second manual…"

Suddenly, the voice vanished and an image appeared before Aiden's eyes.

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