He Who Was Forgotten – The Last High Elf - Chapter 18 – Oaths yet unspoken

Having transmigrated into the world of Journey to the West and become Tang Monk, equipped with a gaming system that allows for battling demons and leveling up, while looting equipment, from then on, the demons on the path to the Western Heaven were in danger. Monk Sha: Big Brother, it’s not good, another demon has been captured by Master. Tang Monk: You all listen to me today, it’s not you protecting your master on his journey to the Western Heaven to seek scriptures, but rather your master has to drag you all along, you know? Without you, your master alone would have fought, uh, made it to the Western Heaven by now...

In the Canglan Continent, there existed a rule: only those who managed to awaken a Martial Spirit were able to pursue the path of cultivation, and a Martial Spirit’s rank was determined when it was awakened. Born in Linshui City, Qin Nan was a peerless genius who possessed great talents and was highly anticipated to become a great cultivator in the future. However, things changed when he ended up awakening the lowest-grade Martial Spirit, resulting in him being considered trash.

Fortunately, when Qin Nan was struck by a ray of lightning at a young age, he coincidentally obtained the atavistic Divine Battle Spirit, which was capable of ranking up, breaking the ultimate rule of the Canglan Continent. Little did he know that his Martial Spirit possessed a great secret, which would continue to be unveiled as he learns more about the story of the Divine Battle Spirit.

What is the secret behind the Divine Battle Spirit? What is the curse of the Canglan Continent? Who exactly is the Divine God of Battle?

Join Qin Nan and his companions along their journey, battling against various opponents, outsmarting their enemies, and seeking the answers to unveil mysteries!

“Master, please bring me along on your journey battling against the Nine Heavens, will you?”

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Until the time of him becoming the master of the lowest rank in the order of rankings, the lonely side of his life without luck was changed.

“It’s finally here,” said the man with the sword in an echoing whisper.

“The Tower of Choice, the last 100 floors!” the band of five exclaimed in unison.

Angelica came down from the altar with a dull look, seemingly annoying.

Then we looked around.

“I tell you once again, but you’ve had a lot of trouble in the meantime. I couldn’t have climbed to the 100th floor alone without you.”

Thud!

One by one, they fall to the floor.

Angelica’s dagger pierced my neck, and I felt a darkening in front of my eyes with a tumultuous rage. My awareness faded, from my senses, from everything else. After that, everything was eroded by profound darkness.