The Primordial Record

Chapter 1705: Time To Kill

Rowan did not care if his statements were false; simply stating them prompted his Destiny to respond, and the corruption that filled his consciousness was washed away.

“So, this is the weight of this power… interesting.”

When Rowan’s power was placed into perspective, he was a relatively humble individual; still, it did not mean his ego was not bigger than a galaxy. To control the sort of power he had, you need confidence that could crush diamonds.

Every time he used his powers, his willpower would have to equate to a mortal jumping into an active volcano, while believing with no doubt that they would survive.

To have a mind like that either required madness or an unshakable confidence in their abilities, and this confidence was further solidified by the acquisition of Intent and then Will. This was all without adding the boost from bloodlines and other skills acquired along the way from the endless trials he had undergone that boosted his mind to ridiculous levels.

All of this meant that Rowan’s mind was unshakable, but that seemed to mean little to the power he had gained. The endless wave of self-doubt that had plunged him into the midst of depression was dangerous, and if this had happened in the center of battle, Rowan would find himself presenting his neck to his enemies and beg them to relieve him from the burden of living.

What was important to note was that Rowan had not activated the Enochian Cradle, and its debilitating effect was already this strong. There was still more of this ability that was yet to be seen, but for the first time ever, Rowan stopped himself from viewing the powers on the page, at least not yet.

First, he needed to refamiliarize himself with the changes made to his body, and he needed to especially address his elevation to the eighth-dimensional level.

With everything that had happened, this space was on the verge of destruction, and he had little time before it all went crashing down around him. Placing the black book gently to the side, Rowan closed his eyes and looked at his heart, and saw his Destiny.

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Rowan had killed enough Old Ones by this time to know how their eighth-dimensional powers were exemplified. The realm of Destiny was ephemeral, and for many Old Ones, their understanding of it was paused at its beginning; they could not explore this realm further without countless years of effort, and most of the time, the gains that were made were minimal.

However, Rowan was sure that no Old One in existence could be able to see their Destiny with the bare eye like he could.

Surrounding his heart was what resembled, from a distance, a dense fiber bundle that glowed with an enchanting light. It was as if a universe had been spun into threads and then weaved together for this bundle to be created.

Rowan’s ’heart’, on the other hand, did not resemble any anatomical structure known to most immortals; instead, it took the shape of a colorless sphere that would have been invisible if not for the light of Destiny that surrounded it.

His senses neared Destiny, and he was shaken because he understood that for any dimension to take a physical shape, it meant it had touched the realm of Origin!

Just like the Book of Fate from his seventh dimension, Rowan had gained the Origin of Destiny, and he knew that the most likely suspect for this boon was the energy of Enoch that he consumed from the Primordial Record, or the more accurate description would be Enoch’s eye when he recollected that this skill from Enoch was most likely related to the Gate of the Thousand Eye skill.

Of all the Origins he needed to acquire, Rowan could not have believed that he would gain Destiny Origin in this manner. Looking back, the dangers he had experienced in order to gain Destiny’s Origin were overly inflated for an immortal of his level, and he was sure that the act of eating one of Enoch’s eyes was so heaven-defying that it would be strange if he had not acquired such a benefit.

Gaining Destiny’s Origin changed everything for Rowan, as he had just gained three out of the five known Origins; he did not know if the ninth-dimensional level had an Origin, which was not likely, since every dimensional Origin he gained was equal to reaching the ninth-dimensional level.

That meant that if Rowan fully comprehended Space Origin, he would automatically become the Primordial of Space; the same thing would happen if he fully comprehended the Origin of Fate and Destiny.

Now, if Rowan was able to get the Origin of Time, Memory, and Soul, that meant he had completed all the known pathways of the Dimension known to this Reality.

But did he have to stop here? Why could he not go after Primordial Chaos or Primordial Demon and become Primordials in these pathways, too? He could also become the Primordial of Death, or Blood, maybe Pain… he just needed to search for their Origin.

Looking at Destiny’s Origin surrounding his heart, Rowan knew that this was a feasible pathway for him, but he would need an extraordinary amount of time to be able to achieve something like that.

Searching for Origin was never easy, and he had an advantage inside this dead Reality where Eosah could no longer lay claim to her dominion and the Primordials, higher-dimensional entities that had no reason for being inside a Reality, were present, thereby showing him a clear pathway to Origin.

Without such pleasant coincidences, to gain Origin would be countless times harder, and he should focus on acquiring what was close to him, rather than take his mind on these flights of fancy,

Still, getting Destiny’s Origin was a pleasant and unexpected boost to his power base, and if there were any signs that Rowan needed to denote the probable success of his following action, it would be Destiny itself.

He extended his senses slowly towards Destiny, and he was enraptured by the beauty and complexity in every woven fiber. The intricate structure transcended reason, and he could only see its structure because of his Will that had all stepped into the eighth-dimensional level.

There were countless mysteries for him to solve here, but there would be time for that later; first, he needed to kill Primordial Soul.

Rowan stood up, and the Reality he created shattered around him. His senses swept through the castle, and he noticed that barely a month had gone by in real time. He still had roughly four years before the duel.

The Primordial Record zipped into his consciousness, and Rowan’s perception went slow, and Reality grinded to a halt. In the distance, he noticed the New Light looking at him, but with his enhanced perception, she seemed to he frozen in place.

He noticed that a wave of force had begun to ripple out from his body, disintegrating Reality around him, and he knew that if he stayed here for a moment longer, his presence would most likely destroy this castle.

He peered at the New Light for one last time, and space and time in front of him folded, allowing him to walk through it into his Origin Land.