The Primordial Record

Chapter 1672: Emergence of Memories

The origins of Primordial Beasts were shrouded in fog; none except the Primordials seemed to know of their existence, and all traces of them could not be found.

For creatures that were so powerful, it seemed rather strange that their traces should be so hard to find, and the reason for this was simple when you stood at a high enough level, and that is, like the Primordials, the Primordial Beasts did not truly originate from this Reality.

They might have been born inside of Reality, but their roots were much deeper than that.

The bones of Divus beneath the Great Desert could not be seen by those under the eighth-dimensional level, even Old Ones who had not mastered laws that tend towards sin and destruction could not perceive them, for they were not a physical system, more like an infrastructure for erasure, a lattice upon which the concept of annihilation was suspended.

In the perception of the serpent, she could see the bones more clearly than anything, and her connection with them enhanced her perception.

Divus, the Primordial Beast, was dead, and the consciousness that the serpent had devoured had been the central core of her memory that was left behind. Yet the Primordial Beasts were immortal, and in time, a new central core would be born, and the consciousness of the Primordial Beast would be awakened.

However, there was not much time since the destruction of the consciousness of Divus, and no new consciousness had been born.

When the serpents led by Rowan had consumed the consciousness of Divus, it had not been that powerful, but that was the accumulation made over eight Major Eras. It had barely been a few millennia, and the serpents were back.

This time, this is not for the consciousness but for the entire inheritance of Divus.

The serpent, Divus, lunged forward, maws wide open, as it bit upon the edges of the bones. Due to its size difference, Divus resembled a small worm beside a massive carcass.

Describing the bones of Divus was difficult; its shape was not conventionally serpentine like the Ouroboros, nor was it humanoid like Bahamut. Instead, she seemed more like an insect.

The serpent was not concerned with her shape, only the endless benefit she could gain from consuming it, and it did not take long for those benefits to reveal themselves as the feedback from consuming these bones began to affect the rest of the serpents.

Their grievous wounds should take more time to heal despite their unreasonable healing factor, but the wounds from a Primordial Weapon were already meant not to heal, and for the serpents to be able to recover in the first place was extremely astonishing.

However, under the feedback from Divus consuming the bones of the Primordial Beast, their regenerative factor spiked, and they began to rapidly recover from their wounds.

The presence of the serpents might have killed a lot of immortals. Still, it was a blessing in disguise for them; with the arrangements made by Primordial Chaos, the coalition of immortals would not have succeeded. If they had been killed by Nemesis’ weapon, none of them would have escaped the fate of being bound to the Great Desert, not even Fury Kuranes.

Not waiting to heal fully, the rest of the serpents converged on the bones and began to feast. They were gaining incredible benefits from consuming a Primordial Beast, but the core of this inheritance was all being channeled towards Divus alone.

Nemesis had been supercharged, and its weapon seemed to have been made with the serpents in mind, and all of them were aware of it. The logical conclusion here was that this is a trap, most likely made by the Primordials for them.

Still, it would not stop them from feasting or fighting. Everything that came before, even Nemesis, was an appetizer.

Skull, ribs, spines, all were rapidly being consumed by the serpents in less time than could be imagined. The mass of Divus that could be regarded as infinite had met its match, and for months, the serpents feasted with no interruption.

Every hour that passed, the mass of the bones that were eaten by a single serpent was equal to the entire mass of an eighth dimension. Still, it took them almost a year to consume the bones of Divus.

In that time, countless immortals came to watch these beings, and there were few who were foolish enough to go too close or try to fish for benefits. Yet they discovered a horrifying fact, that they could not even come close to these serpents without perishing.

Although invisible, there was a vast area of destruction that surrounded each serpent, and that was their Aura. For an Old One to come close to the serpents, they would have to travel through tens of millions of light years of destructive Aura that grew increasingly more powerful the closer you got to the serpents.

Few could make it past a million light years before the Aura of Destruction grew so powerful it almost killed them, and there were the unlucky ones that did not correctly manage their energy expenditure going in, during their escape, their energy stores ran out, and they collapsed into ash, their anguished scream lingering in space.

Fury Kuranes returned, and he began to move closer to the feasting serpents. Of all the Old Ones, he was the one who came the closest, and yet he was still millions of light years away from reaching them.

At the beginning, he had raged before he attacked, sending billions of nine colored phoenixes towards the serpents that did not bother to acknowledge his presence.

None of his divine techniques were able to touch the scales of the serpents. The closest reached a thousand Light years away before it fizzled into nothing, and the rage of Fury cooled to despair and fear when he realized that his bloodline technique had nearly been destroyed.

Attacking with phoenixes numbering in the billions, each nearing the eighth-dimensional level in power, was a level of capability that should have rightly placed Fury at the top of creation. Logically, there should not be any single Old One that should be able to challenge such unrivalled power.

Fury had finally stepped out of the massive shadow that blocked his path. He had taken advantage of this glorious age and had polished his bloodline power to ridiculous heights.

In his mind, Rowan was powerful, but he was still one man, while Fury, as a summoner, could call upon phoenixes, in their billions! How could anyone stand against that power?

Yet he was watching how the greatest of his pride fizzled away to nothing, and his bloodline technique that should have allowed him to endlessly resummon any dead Phoenix turned out to be damaged as the Aura of Destruction surrounding these beasts was more profound than Fury could imagine.

Like everyone else, he retreated to the distance and watched the awe-inspiring sight of the serpents that were feasting on an unknown source of power that made his soul feel like it would explode if he dared to glance at it for more than a moment.

He did not know much about the abilities of Rowan, but he had noticed for a certain period before he escaped from Rowan’s grasp, certain serpents around him.

Now, no matter how much Fury tried to deny it, this new age and all of its changes must have come from only one person.

“How did he do it? Was the gap between us truly this great?”

Sudden cries of shock and amazement drew Fury from his introspection, and he saw countless Memories emerging from space and time.

Most of these Memories were the shades of the deserts, and with their destruction, they were finally free.

With every passing moment, billions of Memories popped into existence, and it did not take long for them to realize their situation before they began to flee.

It should be known that the least powerful Memory here belonged to a sixth-dimensional immortal, and some of these Memories had lived in distant Eras, possessing knowledge and techniques that were unknown to this Era.

Emerging from the Great Desert, this would be the weakest they would ever be, and any immortal who could capture a few of these Memories and find a way to either enslave them or bring them under their service would immediately expand their base of power.

This new age was filled with a rapidly growing powerbase, but the dead had always been more plentiful than the living, and any organization able to collect a lot of these immortals may be the one to rule this Era.

Fury glanced at the serpents in the distance one last time before he turned around and began hunting down Memories. If his strength were not enough, perhaps if he had the might of a trillion powerful Old Ones behind him, then surely Rowan would have to tremble at his might…. Surely.

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Another year passed and the serpents finally finished their feast.

During that time, Reality around them was going crazy as the immortals from the past Eras began to return.

The serpents had the opportunity to feast on these Memories before they escaped the bounds of the Great Desert, but they understood that this age required all of these immortals to thrive for the plans of their father to be realized.

However, the most significant reason was that they had become used to consuming resources much richer than anything in Reality could provide. Even the flesh of Nemesis was spat out, so why should they eat Old Ones?

It would be similar to leaving a fine steak meal and consuming ants.