Primordial Chaos Dragon Tower: Harem System - Chapter 228

Chapter 228: 13th Rakshasa Guard (1)

A few hours before Kent’s battle with Randy, the Spear Saintess, who had been influenced by Kent’s unique aura, rushed to her training room and immediately sat in a lotus posture.

She had gained clarity, and it was all thanks to Kent’s aura.

Before he was sent to the World of Sonox, Kent spent an entire year in the realm of hatred and resentment with Vexthra, the owner of the god realm.

The place was filled with divine energy, which influenced his own aura. He also received the aura of hatred and resentment from Vexthra after adding her to his harem as his first wife.

The aura was that of a goddess, and Kent inherited it.

Of course, this doesn’t mean he could immediately transform into a god capable of unleashing the aura of a deity. No, the aura was undoubtedly powerful, but he wouldn’t even be able to harness just 10% of it at his current level.

He didn’t have the requirements for that.

However, he could, at least, exude an aura that contained traces of divinity. This, in fact, became much more pronounced when he awakened 5% of his Primordial Chaos Dragon bloodline.

Kent still had no idea he was a walking treasure. The Sect Master, an evil practitioner, sensed it and was drawn to it.

The Spear Saintess was also influenced by it during their fight.

So, while he didn’t realize how extraordinary he was, he knew it had helped the Saintess once, and now he was given a way to help her again since she was practically his at the moment.

She sat in a lotus posture for several minutes, meditating.

Then, suddenly, a red runic mark appeared on her forehead, and an unknown force pulled away her soul and consciousness.

The next moment, she appeared in a valley spanning several miles both in front and back. Surrounding her were tall mountains.

From where she stood, she could see thousands of tombstones, each with stairs leading to them. They all appeared to have different colors and emanated different energies.

Saintess Neomi quickly climbed to the one closest to her and gazed at it closely.

⟦Description: Here lies the spirit of Nelani, the Light Menace Spear Monarch, who fought with the Heavenly Ascendance Legion and defeated the Laughing Stalking Demon. If you wish to awaken and claim this Weapon Spirit, add your blood to her tombstone and invoke the challenge.⟧

“W-What? A… a… a Monarch?”

Saintess Neomi’s heartbeat quickened as she read the description on the tombstone, taking a few steps back…

The person was a Monarch in the path of the spear. Just a few steps away from the Legend stage…

In the path of weapon cultivation, there are various stages, levels, or ranks: Novice, Adept, Master, Grandmaster, Saint, Sage, King, Emperor, Monarch, Legend, Divine, God, Supreme, and Celestial.

These are the stages, and the tombstone belonged to someone who had reached the Monarch stage, which was simply unbelievable.

‘How can I possibly win against this kind of person?’ she said to herself.

“The last time I checked, I only had one chance and one chance only. If I mess it up, that will be all. I can’t mess this up. I better relax and check out the others first.

If I am not mistaken, fate will certainly play a role in this. I can’t rush it.”

The Saintess began descending and ascending as she checked more and more tombstones. Every last one of them was just too good to be true.

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⟦Description: Here lies the spirit of Tharok, the Iron Tempest Spear Emperor, who quelled the Raging Storm Titan and forged an empire from the ashes of chaos. To awaken and claim this Weapon Spirit, offer your blood to his tombstone and invoke the challenge.⟧

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⟦Description: Here lies the spirit of Zorath, the Voidpiercer Spear Monarch, who sundered the Celestial Chains and banished the Eternal Void Serpent. To awaken and claim this Weapon Spirit, anoint this tombstone with your blood and invoke the challenge.⟧

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⟦Description: Here rests the spirit of Draven, the Inferno Spear King, who scorched the armies of the Obsidian Horde and turned the Ashlands into a sea of fire. To awaken and claim this Weapon Spirit, let your blood fall upon his tombstone and invoke the challenge.⟧

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She checked dozens of tombstones, and there were still hundreds, if not thousands, more remaining. Saintess Neomi was taking her time to check them all, but her efforts proved to be misguided.

She couldn’t possibly check them all. In fact, she began to grow impatient as she moved from one tombstone to the next.

“Let me take a breather. Until I choose a tombstone, I won’t be sent back,” she said to herself, sitting down and beginning to meditate with her eyes closed.

All the spirits she had seen so far were within the Saint to Monarch stage. It was both overwhelming and, in a way, very addicting. She wanted to know their names and research them when she returned to the real world.

Of course, fate and destiny weren’t just sitting idle either…

Two miles from her, a red tombstone marked with a skull began exuding a potent killing aura. It wasn’t the weak aura emitted by those who had fought hundreds of battles.

No, this type of aura could easily kill millions if unleashed.

Suddenly, the energy around it grew even more intense than before as a lady with four arms, red skin, and hair standing on end emerged from the tombstone.

In each hand, she held a spear made from different materials, each with a unique shape. Her eyes were dark, and a dark red aura emanated from them.

She was covered only around her chest and waist, a rather provocative attire, but her terrifying presence left no room for inappropriate thoughts.

She rose and gazed in the direction of the Spear Saintess, her eyes burning hotter than pepper. “Finally,” she muttered, sending a strand of blood flying toward Saintess Neomi.

On the tombstone, the inscription read:

⟦Here lies the spirit of the 13th Guard of Rakshasa. Before her transcendence, Rakshasa left behind 13 keys, each representing a path to the Rakshasa Spear Path.

Those who inherited a key walked the path of Rakshasa, but none succeeded. They all perished except for one.

Here lies the spirit of Narodin, the 13th Guard of Rakshasa, the Blood Spear Monarch.⟧