The Last Primal



After returning to the courtyard, Aiden sat down and gazed at the gradually rising sun far away.

At that moment, the sun had just risen and wasn't too blinding – he had to make use of this time to train.

He took a deep breath of air and recited the prayer of Illumination Eye in his mind while gazing at the sun with his right eye.

As time passed by, it seemed like a trickle of light was entering his right eye.

His right eye gradually turned white.

The white pupil looked sinister and emitted a faint glow as it absorbed the sunlight continuously to refine.

The temperature of his right eye was steadily climbing!

Although it was a little painful, it was still endurable.

Aiden could clearly feel his right eye fusing into one with the Illumination Stone. As sunlight entered the Illumination Stone, the extremely tough energy softened significantly.

The damage to his right eye was also reduced to a minimum!

From this day forth, apart from his Ancient Primordial Dragon Manual training at night, Aiden would also train this visual technique every dawn and dusk.

There was still no activity in his core.

However, Aiden did not give up and spent most of his daytime in the Prayer Hall, browsing through the ancient books left behind by the two great ancient religious monasteries.

There were way too many ancient and precious books in the Prayer Hall!

How frightening was the foundation of two super sects?

There were not only secret skills but also weapon, elixir, talisman, and formation techniques as well as many other things that were long lost.

For example, in an ancient formation secret technique, there was something known as the Spirit Lock Ancient Formation.

It was said that when set up, even the Essence Spirits of Martial Grandmasters would be restricted and they wouldn't be able to use their divine powers!

There were many other secret skills similar to it.

However, Aiden was unable to comprehend them because his training realm was not high enough.

Days passed by one after another.

In the blink of an eye, another five years passed.

Aiden had already spent 10 years at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley.

Evening.

He sat on the ground and gazed at the direction of the sunset with the Nigal Prayer Beads in his hands. An evening glow shrouded his body and his aura was dignified, like a magnificent divine being.

His right eye shone with a brilliance that could not be ignored!

After so many months of effort, Aiden's core was still empty like a black hole without a trickle of internal energy.

However, there was no sign of disappointment on his eyes and face.

After chanting prayers and paying respect to Buddha for 10 years, Aiden gained a tranquil aura. He was neither happy nor sad; unaffected by affection and humiliation and was almost in a Zen state.

This was a sign of someone that was deep in the wisdom of gods!

The Saraca Flower was akin to a wisdom root.

Aiden's attainment in Buddhism deepened by the day.

Backyard of the old temple.

The old monk sat on a stone step and faced the red-headed ghost in the cemetery.

"Old monk, there's still no activity in that lad's core. I think that there's probably no more hope for him to restart with his immortality training," The red-headed ghost said.

"How difficult is it for someone to rebuild their foundation after it's destroyed with their core crushed? Throughout history, there had been countless paragons and monster incarnates but none of them succeeded."

The old monk sighed gently. "However, the lad's comprehension of faith is deepening. If he's able to restart his training, he will be able to attain the true legacy of the religious sects."

"What nonsense legacy!"

The red-headed ghost pouted his lips in disdain. "Without internal energy, he won't be able to release the methods of the religious sects even if he knows them. What's the use!"

"If it was up to me, I'd ask him to forget all about recovering his Martial Master and focus wholeheartedly on his demonic training! Can't you see that even without his Martial Master, his actual strength now is only stronger than he was 10 years ago?!"

The old monk shook his head. "If he gives up on recovering his Martial Master and continues on his demonic training, the moment he advances to Martial Grandmaster realm would be the moment he turns into a fiend demon completely!"

"Isn't that good?" The red-headed ghost mumbled.

Right then, a spirit light descended outside the old temple.

The old monk slanted his head and beckoned, causing a spirit crane to land on his palm.

Frowning, he opened the spirit crane and took a look. With a conflicted expression, he sighed gently. "The descendant of our old friend is here."

"I hate the aura on this spirit crane!"

The red-headed ghost squinted at the spirit crane and barked coldly, "Is it him? His descendant?"

The old monk nodded.

The red-headed ghost bolted upright and the chains on his body rattled. Instantly, he turned murderous!

The old monk looked at the red-headed ghost. "Calm down. No matter what, Daring and South Wind Monasteries are indebted to him."

"Furthermore, it's just a junior that has arrived. What are you getting worked up for?"

Upon hearing that, the red-headed ghost calmed down temporarily and sat down once more with a terrible expression.

It was late at night.

The red-headed ghost asked with a frown, "What's his descendant here for?"

"To borrow and browse through the Mystic divine Lotus prayer," The old monk replied.

Sneering, the red-headed ghost said, "So, he's got his eyes on this number one secret skill of the Martial Masters. It's no wonder why he made the long journey here."

The old monk continued, "It's just a prayer. If his descendant wants to take a look, he's free to go through all the prayers in the prayer Chamber."

"Aren't you generous?"

The red-headed ghost pouted and grumbled.

Right then, Aiden arrived in the backyard, ready to obtain a bowl of spirit water from the red-headed ghost.

The old monk put away the spirit crane and turned to leave expressionlessly.

The red-headed ghost placed the spirit water in front of him. Thereafter, he laid down with his back facing Aiden in silence and brooded.

Aiden was confused and did not know what tantrum the red-headed ghost was throwing.

He did not ask or think more about it.

After many many months, he had some understanding of the red-headed ghost.

There were things that the red-headed ghost would take the initiative to say even if he did not ask.

There were also things that the red-headed ghost would not say anything about no matter how he pressed on.

Aiden reared his head and drank the spirit water before taking a seat to cultivate.

…

Not long after the old monk left the old temple, he returned.

There were two more people around him.

To be precise, one of them was a mortal and the other was a demon!

The martial artist at the front looked young and was at Martial Master realm. He wore purple robes with sharp brows and a defined set of features. With an indifferent expression, he gave off an aura that ruled over everything around him and suppressed all things!

The purple-robed martial artist's eyes flickered and everything he passed by turned still, even the air!

His mere presence was enough for someone to want to give up entirely!

Behind the purple-robed martial artist was a burly man that was more than two meters tall and filled with hair from head to toe. His chest was bare, his bones were huge and his eyes gleamed with a scarlet glow.

Anyone with a sharp eye would be able to tell that although the burly man had taken on human form, he was still a demon beast!

The demonic energy shrouding the burly man was extremely thick and his eyes shimmered constantly – he was definitely not a kind soul!

The old monk said, "There are not many rules to this old temple. Other than the backyard where you must not step foot in, you are free to explore the other parts. You can retrieve any prayer that you wish to read as well."

The purple-robed martial artist nodded and turned his gaze toward Morwyn Blackstone.

At that moment, Morwyn Blackstone had just closed the prayer in his hands and was rising. Just as he was about to bow and greet the purple-robed martial artist, the cold voice of the latter sounded.

"Hand over that prayer in your hands. Because… I want to read."

Morwyn Blackstone froze momentarily.

It was rare that there was someone else in the old temple. Even if this person did not say it, Morwyn Blackstone would pass it to him automatically.

But now, the tone of the purple-robed martial artist was truly detestable.

It was more like an order.

He stood on no courtesy at all!

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