Prime Originator

Bzzt—!

The last of the evil spirit was obliterated into nothingness by the lightning's power of annihilation, the bane of all spirits and ghosts alike, beings of Yin and enemies of Yang. 

With the last hindrance out of his way, Leon focused his attention on facing Baskara, who had seemingly lost his mind. 

The person had entered a frenzied state of conscious-unconsciousness, awake yet not awake, an auto offensive-defensive state of mind that allows the body to attack everything it deems threatening without conscious thought. 

"Seems like I will have to knock him out," Leon decided. 

Even if it is just a spiritual world, conjured by the mind, his spiritual avatar's illusory physical strength of 1-million jin was still present, a strength superior to Baskara, who was only at the Mid-rank Battle Master Realm. 

"This should be easy." 

Swish—!

With a strong stomp on the ground, Leon's figure disappeared in a flash with extreme speed, reappearing behind Baskara before he swung his hand out with a horizontal chop.

Peng!

The blow was surprisingly blocked by Baskara's halberd on reflex with the person's back facing Leon, causing sparks to scatter from the clash between his hand and the halberd like the grind between two pieces of metal.

"Oh?" Leon exclaimed softly with surprise before commenting, "Not bad. I doubt this person would have been able to block my blow under a normal state of mind. Although he is not consciously thinking, his reactions and reflex have been pushed to the zenith, huh?" 

Swish—!

With another stomp, Leon disappeared again, evading Baskara's counterattack, before flashing back in for another blow!

Peng, peng, peng!

Several blows were immediately exchanged as Baskara blocked them all with inhumane reflex!

Nevertheless, as Leon began to increase his intensity and speed, it became more difficult for Baskara to keep up with his strength before Leon finally landed a blow!

Boom! 

Baskara's body flew and crashed into the ground in the distance, leaving behind a trail of ruined soil before his body came to a complete stop, knocked out. 

After Baskara's unconscious mind was finally put to rest, Leon exited the spiritual world and returned to his body. 

"How is he, Young Master Leonhardt? Can he be treated?" the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman inquired again upon seeing Leon's eyes opening. 

After Leon reviewed his soul-related knowledge, he nodded and said, "The problem has been resolved. I can give him a slight mental shake to wake him up immediately, but what he needs most right now is to allow his strained mind to get some adequate rest."

"Oh?" the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman exclaimed with pleasant surprise before praising him, "As expected of Young Master Leonhardt. Your medical expertise is unparalleled." 

After a moment, Venerable Shaman Daal furrowed his brows with confusion before asking, "But what kind of problem did Chief Baskara have exactly? How did Young Master Leonhardt resolve it?"

"Right, Baskara Boya has been lying in bed unconsciously for many days now. Thus, he should have already been rested. So how come he still needs to rest, Young Master Leonhardt?" the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman added with doubt. 

"While Chief Baskara appeared unconscious on the surface, his consciousness had been trapped inside his own mind, battling two evil spirits nonstop during this period of time. As a result, his mind has been strained greatly." 

"Although the issue preventing him from waking up has been resolved, his mind will take time to recover. In addition, there will also be lingering side effects due to the strain. Therefore, it's best if he does not do anything strenuous that requires exerting his mental faculties," Leon advised. 

There was a chance that once Chief Baskara exerts himself again, he will exhibit bloodlust and enter a berserk state that cannot tell friends from foe, much like being influenced by Wrathful Demonic Energy.

"I see…" Venerable Shaman Daal uttered before expressing his gratitude, "Thank you, Young Master Leonhardt. We will keep that in mind and let Chief Baskara rest for now. Our Crimsonfog Tribe owes you a big favor for this."

"Don't worry about it," Leon waved his hand nonchalantly before saying, "But now that Chief Blacktooth lost his position, I wonder if the new chief of the Crimsonfog Tribe will allow me to peruse their collection of primordial heritage?"

"He will. I will make sure of it. As such, you can rest assured, Young Master Leonhardt," the One-Eyed Venerable promised before asking, "When does Young Master Leonhardt want to take a look?" 

"Since we're already here; the sooner, the better," Leon stated after some thought. 

Reviewing the Crimsonfog Tribe's collection of primordial heritage took precedence. 

Refining Fasting Pills was something he could do anywhere, but once he leaves the Crimsonfog Tribe, there won't be another opportunity to peruse them until he returns.

"Understood. This old man will see who the current chief is and make the arrangement for it," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman stated before leaving promptly without delay.

Shortly after, Venerable Shaman Daal allowed Baskara's women back inside the room to watch over the person before pulling Leon outside to talk. 

"There's something I don't understand, Young Master Leonhardt," Venerable Shaman Daal mentioned before asking puzzledly, "How did Chief Baskara end up trapped with two evil spirits in his mind?"

"Why are you asking me about something like that?" Leon responded while looking back at the Venerable Shaman weirdly. 

After a moment, he added with a nonchalant shrug, "I'm capable, but that doesn't make me omniscient. I wasn't present during the Crimsonfog Tribe's battle with the Liches, so I wouldn't know the details."

"Maybe the evil spirits belonged to the Undead Battle Kings, or maybe it was a curse conjured by the Liches for ruining their Undead Battle Kings? Who knows? Your tribe should be clearer on the situation than me."

"Ah… You're right, Young Master Leonhardt," Venerable Shaman Daal smiled wryly for asking a silly question. 

The two shortly engaged in idle chats before the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman returned before long and said, "Please come with me, Young Master Leonhardt. The collection is ready for your perusal." 

"However, we'll be setting out in half an hour. Thus, how much you can read during this time is up to you, Young Master Leonhardt." 

"Half an hour is more than enough," Leon nodded confidently.