The Primordial Record

Chapter 1674: Fishing For Benefits

Primordial Chaos crossed through space and time and appeared before the frozen serpents. He reached out to them, and they vanished once more, a loud rumble like thunder emerging from their fused bodies.

Their traces vanished, and Primordial Chaos looked around with less amusement and more annoyance. Once was pleasant, but evading him twice should not have been possible.

These beasts were moving, but the breath of life in their bodies was gone, and they were not moving under their own influence. Something else was manipulating them. There was no way that Primordial Chaos would miss the surge of teleportation power surging inside the serpents’ bodies.

There were only two parties that could move these bodies under the eyes of Primordial Chaos, and they were Rowan and the Primordials.

The Primordials should have been the most likely suspect, and before his battle with Rowan, he would never have believed that the child was capable of manipulating power to such an extent, but he knew how fast Rowan could learn.

Spreading his senses all over Reality, Primordial Chaos could no longer detect these serpents, which meant they were either inside a Primordial Domain or were… He looked towards the vortex spewing out the dead essence of Eosah, and peered deeper into it, where he could see an obscure image of a plain filled with rich earth.

The so-called Origin Land… Could it be where the serpents were hiding?

Primordial Chaos began to move his consciousness into the vortex, and he stopped. He could sense that if his consciousness crossed that threshold, it would become unbound by the rules of Reality.

This would be a very bad thing for him, not before he harvested what they needed from this Reality.

The main body of the Primordials outside of Reality was like a giant magnet, and the Primordials within Reality were tiny metal fillings.

While inside Reality, the little pieces of their consciousness were protected by the flesh of Eosah, and they could not detect the powerful pulling force of their main bodies. However, if for any reason they stepped into a place that was unbounded by the rules that governed Reality, then they would be pulled towards their bodies with such great force that every last bit of them would be ripped from Reality.

Even if a minor fragment of his consciousness were to enter this Origin Land, it would be enough to attract the attention of his main body, and everything he was would be lost to it. Everything.

Primordials did not have gender or emotions; all of these were gained every time a piece of themselves entered a Reality. Over the endless Eras, they collected back those pieces, and the emotions and every other thing they gained inside of the Reality fed and sustained them for the many Eras they roamed Limbo, looking for new prey.

Yet it never endured. Everything they gained was always washed away in time, and the hunger returned, and their search continued.

No, whatever this Origin Land was, Primordial Chaos could not risk his consciousness wandering into it; the losses would be too great. However, he needed the bodies of those serpents to recreate a new bloodline for him to be able to send them into this Origin Land once it was found.

None of the Primordials could risk searching for a realm outside of Reality; otherwise, they might unknowingly get too close, and that would be too risky, not when there were disposable pawns that could search for this place.

Primordial Chaos roared in rage. He could not lose these serpents; otherwise, his losses would be too great. How could he… Wait, he could hear the sound of chains. What is this?

He closed his eyes, and at the Gates of Oblivion, his main body opened its eyes.

His target was here with him!

Primordial Chaos felt the final piece of the puzzle click into place, and he gasped in anger, “Primordial Soul, you crafty bitch, so this was your plan all along, but you will not be leaving Oblivion, not until this reality is no more.”

If it were any other Primordials here instead of Chaos, the plans of Primordial Soul would have succeeded. Unlike other Primordials who were deep in slumber, Primordial Chaos was able to resist the weakened state of Reality by borrowing the power of Oblivion.

The chains linking him to that layer of Reality would force him to stay awake by exerting a nullifying force over his consciousness. Doing such a thing to any other being would mean death, but for a Primordial, it just meant endless irritation.

With this method, Primordial Chaos has been able to remain awake, enabling him to effectively watch over Primordial Soul’s prison. He has also benefited from his time here, when he learned to channel some of the forces of Oblivion into the lower realms and create the Great Desert.

The Great Desert was a pleasant experiment, and it would have been one of his most significant achievements if not for the changes across Reality caused by the blood of Eosah, which revealed the location of the Desert to all, enabling the rest of the Primordials the chance to attack it.

He had indeed broken the rules in the creation of the Great Desert, using dimensional forces that were outside the purview of those allowed inside of Reality to affect lower-dimensional immortals. Still, none of them would have said a word if he had succeeded.

Still, the punishment against him was mild. Unlike Primordial Time, who was essentially banished, Chaos was still given all the benefits of a Prime, and now he was proving again why those benefits were needed.

Primordial Soul was on the verge of escaping!

The serpents he had been searching for were being dragged towards Oblivion, and if they entered it, they could ferry Primordial Soul out of it.

He was aware of the origins of the Primordials’ Ouroboros and knew how deeply they were tied to Oblivion. If there was any creature that could draw out Primordial Soul from Oblivion, then it would be these serpents.

Primordial Chaos watched the serpents drift closer to the gates, their bodies touching the chains and he wanted to stop them and then he paused. What advantages could he gain if he allowed them to enter, but for them to leave, he would have to be rewarded.

At this point, none of the Primordials wanted Primordial Soul to escape, and they would give a lot to prevent that from happening, and in the same vein, Primordial Soul wanted to escape, and she would pay anything for that to happen.

Primordial Chaos almost wanted to smile, he found himself in a position where he could benefit greatly from this affair.