Primordial Chaos Dragon Tower: Harem System

Chapter 1161: True Blood Path

Six days passed in the blink of an eye, but Kent hadn’t emerged from the blood bath. His entire body had been submerged in the blood.

Initially, the blood was merely boiling. However, as days passed, it started to change color from deep red to green.

Obviously, that was a clear sign that Kent was either absorbing the essence from the blood or that something was coming out of his body, turning the blood green.

Either way, the aura around him seemed to grow by the minute, so he remained submerged.

On the seventh day, Kent suddenly burst out of the blood and hovered in the air. Soon, his body was cocooned. In that instant, Kent’s consciousness left his body and appeared in a place filled with so many flowers.

Sitting at the center of this flower field was a man Kent would never forget, even if he were blind.

Of course, seeing the Slaughter King in such a place came as a shock to him, but he swallowed his shock and walked toward him.

When he approached him, Kent sat down in a lotus posture and observed the man for a few seconds before a chuckle escaped his lips.

This chuckle seemed to have woken BhaalZhar up.

"I was 230 years, a recently ascended warrior only at the Empyrean stage, when my home world was suddenly invaded by 23,000 bandits, 400 of which were Life stage warriors and 100 Death stage warriors.

Those were beings two realms higher than me.

The strongest in my world then was a level 3 Death Stage Roc Beast. Naturally, that meant we were doomed.

The men would be killed, ladies taken to be sold into prostitution, and children groomed to serve other purposes once they were old enough.

It was a losing battle, and everyone knew that. There was no saving us from such odds.

However, for me, instead of seeing despair, I saw an opportunity to grow; I saw an opportunity to bathe in blood. I saw an opportunity to Slaughter.

And so it happened.

It took three hours, but by the time I was done, every last bandit had died. My pale white skin was drenched in red blood.

I became unrecognisable.

I earned the title The Slaughter King, and since then, not even gods dare mess with my world.

I went on and reached the peak of the Celestial stage, forming seven Blood Cores, 4,001 Blood Life seals, and 6,006 Blood Death seals.

Among the six primordials, I was the third strongest, and in terms of killing, none of them came close.

The reason why that was possible, of course, was thanks to the path I walked."

BhaalZhar opened his red eyes, causing Kent’s soul to shudder. Immediately, he felt weak, almost as if he was staring into the eye of death.

"I walked the Slaughter path. I walked the path of blood."

BhaalZhar blinked, and like it never happened, Kent could breathe again. He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart.

"You have become much stronger since the last time we met," BhaalZhar said, giving Kent an appraising look.

"How many cores have you formed?"

"Two... but yet to saturate them."

BhaalZhar nodded. "Now that you have finished your first blood cleansing bath, it will be a while before you will be able to saturate them. If my calculations are correct, just these two cores will take you to the peak of the Death stage.

Be sure to fully saturate them and absorb at least ten Blood Life and Death seals before forming the third Blood Core."

Kent nodded.

He had no plans to form his third Blood Core until he had fully awakened all Blood Seals. Naturally, that would take him far into the peak of the Death stage, like BhaalZhar said.

His path was now all about Slaughter, and Kent most certainly would love to go on a slaughter soon to reach the Spirit Lord stage.

"How about the Bone Tempering Art?"

"I have fully cultivated the first form, awakening 55,600 Blood Seals out of 105,600."

BhaalZhar raised his brow, clearly taken aback by what he had just heard. He in no way expected Kent to awaken so many Blood Seals.

Back when he was walking the blood path, he could only awaken 90,000 Blood Seals, making him the third-strongest and one of the most dangerous killers to ever walk the face of the Universe.

"I guess being the best of us is only right. Your journey is more important than ours," BhaalZhar smiled and then waved his hand, manifesting a manual.

"You won’t understand anything in it now, but memorize this," he said, handing it to Kent, who took it and began memorizing the manual.

After an hour, he was done, and the manual vanished into thin air

"Wonderful. Now, just wait and awaken all Blood Seals before you start forming the Blood Tattoos. The content you have memorized will activate when all Blood Seals have awakened.

Only then can you form the Blood Tattoos by cultivating the second form of the Bone Tempering Art."

Kent nodded again and decided to ask his own question.

"Do you think I am strong enough to learn the Claw Art?"

"No."

Kent smiles. He thought he was strong enough to learn the most terrifying technique in his arsenal, but it seemed he may have underestimated the technique.

"Not even the first form?"

BhaalZhar burst out in resounding laughter. "Brat, I created the first form of the technique when I was a Demigod and killed gods with it. The second and third forms were created when I became a god.

The Supremes stood no chance.

As for the fourth to the seventh forms, they were created when I became a Celestial. The Claw Art is one of the most dangerous techniques ever created.

Trust me, learning just the first form will turn you into a terror."

"Compared to the Finger of Destruction, which one is to be feared?"

"Oh, please, if you want to make a comparison, at least pick something decent," BhaalZhar sneered, feeling disdain at the mention of the Finger of Destruction.

"Among the Primordial techniques we created, the Finger of Destruction was the weakest of them. Even the Flame Beast King knew that, and that was why he gave it to the universe."

Kent shook his head and smiled.

He had learned the first form of the Finger of Destruction, yet he couldn’t even unleash five percent of its true power.

Even now that he was just two steps away from becoming a Spirit Lord, unleashing more than five percent of the technique was beyond him.

However, now hearing that what he saw to be the peak of techniques was merely a failed experiment thrown into the universe for mortals to fight over, he couldn’t help feeling like a failure.

"Just how strong were the Six True Primordials?"

BhaalZhar smiled and raised his shoulders. "We were the peak of existence. After us, none had ever come close to reaching the level we reached...not even you, the Chaos dragon.

We were the six great existences... Blood, Fire, Lightning, Darkness, Ice, and Metal.

Among the six of us, Metal was the strongest, followed by Lightning and then me. The fourth strongest was Fire, and the fifth went to Ice.

Darkness was the weakest yet the most difficult to kill.

Back then, when the time came, he was the last to fall.

When it came to survival, he was the best of us, and that was why he was also the one we chose to guard your life core.

In essence, Darkness was your father."