The Primordial Record

Chapter 1504  Origin Of Evil (Final)

As far as Rowan could tell, all Primordials came from outside of all known Reality, their origins were from a higher-dimensional land that Rowan knows as Limbo.

Of the many unknown powers that Limbo might hold, Rowan had detected a great stench of Evil from it, and perhaps the reason he could do that was that this was the only higher-dimensional energy he was familiar with at that time after observing the dead form of the Primordial of Time and Evil.

Indeed, on his second attempt to investigate Limbo, he detected a myriad of forces impossible to describe at his present sixth-dimensional level, but none had that overpowering aura of Evil.

Rowan summarily concluded that Primordial Time had broken the balance made by the others when they invaded reality, instead of using what he had gained inside of reality to fight for its soul, he had pursued more strength by pulling power outside of reality to enhance his own.

This act had been crucial; perhaps it was one of the reasons why, after all this time, the Primordials had not succeeded.

Perhaps Evil existed inside this reality before Primordial Time brought it with him, but it must have been a fleeting thing, not as comprehensive as what he had sensed from Limbo.

Also, Rowan recalled the revelations he had gained when he accessed the Bloodline Source of Primordial Time and saw the vision of his Fate when he was taken apart by Will Chains and spread all over reality.

This act was not simply punishment, it had been necessary, and Rowan believed that the Primordials had been forced to follow along with this process because they had no choice.

Something had prevented the Primordials from devouring everything within reality, and it also bound the part of them that was within reality firmly in place, so they could not escape with what they had collected.

If they were invaders, and they had gained a lot from reality, then if finishing their invasion was becoming too difficult, they could have easily left and may have returned in the future, but they had remained behind, and instead, they seemed to have been forced to nurture the reality they had once plundered, of course, they refused to return the majority of the Primordial Essence stolen, but they had created a flourishing Era, filled with life and seemingly endless possibilities for prosperity and power.

Their bodies became the foundations of the higher dimensions, with Primordial Chaos being Space and Primordial Time becoming Time that could be bounded by Will Chains.

Now he was learning that the Primordial Domain was made from the sleeping bodies of the Primordials themselves. The immortals of this Era believed that the Primordials had vanished; only a few knew that when they looked into the distance and saw the great Celestial Domain or descended into the Great Abyss, they were walking on the bodies of the Primordials.

With his understanding of the past becoming more robust, Rowan turned his thoughts to Primordial Soul, the other half of the puzzle.

At the beginning of this invasion, upon a reality where the Primordials were taking their various Aspects and its essence was being plundered, if he was right about the soul of reality being the most important prize, then Primordial Soul had been the one to gain the most benefit, yet suffered the greatest suppression.

Her suppression was so total that even Rowan, who had arguably the greatest soul bloodline in existence, could not find any of her traces in a Memory Vision; even the Primordial Record seemed helpless in this regard.

She left behind no bloodlines; the few that existed only resided in the lower realms, and there was no higher dimensional immortal with the power over souls except for the Primordial Keepers, and even this group was no more, slain by Rowan.

The only sign of her influence over reality was the fact that souls could only be produced in the lower realms, no Primordial dimension could create new souls. How could a Primordial be willing to subject themselves to this sort of suppression?

If everything done by entities like Primordials was always premeditated and hardly random, then Primordial Soul might have expected this suppression from the others, and if she did not, if this was a sort of betrayal by her fellows, then the pool of mystery only went deeper.

There were two points of mysteries that Rowan needed to fully understand before he could infer the truths about the past because he believed they might be the principal factor that had changed the plans of the Primordials from invaders to nurturers, the first of those mysteries was who built the great wall, Aegis around reality that held back the full might of the Primordials from entering, and the second was the origin of the Gate of Oblivion.

These two mysterious entities clearly had the power of the ninth-dimensional level unless they would not be able to hold back the Primordials from entering reality and, in the case of the Gate of Oblivion, imprison both Primordial Chaos and Primordial Soul.

Rowan needed more information because he believed that these two entities were outside the sphere of control by any Primordial and if his war had any hope of succeeding, then he would need to call upon this power, it was a good thing that he believed he had the means to do so, it would just require him to be loud, very loud, and as the future events that were coming up, roughly a month from now, Rowan’s storm was the loudest there was.

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As Rowan’s dimensional soul sped toward reality, he had a premonition of a change coming up ahead, and he did not slow down; he had a tight schedule to keep, and he could not afford to be delayed.

Reaching into himself, he discovered that he had gained a massive amount of Soul Crystals from the few months that he had been gone, suggesting that the chaos all over reality was still unrelenting and the death toll was mounting.

Pulling upon a healthy amount of Soul Crystals, he crushed them and a flood of soul energy filled his soul, and in that instant, Rowan created.

What he did was simple: he duplicated his body signature until he had an exact copy of himself, and then he vanished, leaving this hollow shell to continue speeding toward reality.

Rowan no longer wanted to hide, but it would be foolish to give his enemies an easy target; he was needed elsewhere.

A moment later, his dimensional soul reappeared inside Booze Palace, where Circe and Archimedes had been waiting,

“Sorry I took longer than expected,” he smiled at them, “I was a bit held up.”

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