The Primordial Record

Chapter 2092  Making Breakthroughs

Eos was experiencing the sensation of knowing nothing for the fourth time in his life as he stood here.

To intercept Death had not been difficult, even though Eos did not understand how to utilize the lower dimensions before now, which he called the Proto-Dimensions; he was familiar with them, and he only needed to watch Death fumble with the creation of this road to begin to decipher the truth.

Eos had been able to use his knowledge of the second dimension to pursue Death up to this point, and even as Death fled, he continued tracking him, and learning everything that he could, until the entire technique that Death had used to harvest Origin Force from the past entered his consciousness.

This was one of the greatest secrets that had been taken away from him and all of Existence, including the Ancient Primordials, and that was the power that was inherent in the first and second dimensions.

Eos recalled the battle between the Golem and the Ancient Primordials. It was not as if the Primordials were weaker than the enemy, even though they had the weirdly powerful concept of silence.

The truth was that they could not even hit the construct, and its attack was untraceable and indefensible. It tore through the barriers of the Primordials like a hot knife through snow, and Eos was now realizing that the Golem must have been using the principles of the second dimension in this battle.

Perhaps the reason the concept of silence wielded by the Golem was so powerful was that it was more complete than what the rest of Existence was using. It was taking a concept that was lower than the third dimension and integrating it with its abilities.

Eos did not know how to do this; no one else in Existence did; and even Death, which had been enjoying the benefits of being able to touch and wield the power of the second dimension, did not understand the concept behind it.

Remembering how he had offered Death a chance to place a part of its Origin inside his second dimension if the Beast would ally with him, Eos nearly laughed at how he had nearly made a great mistake and given up his treasures for cheap.

Even though he did not know the full use of his first and second dimensions, Eos understood that they had great importance, and at that time, he needed allies because the Primordials seemed like insurmountable mountains, and Death had refused his offer.

Some disappointments could indeed be blessings in disguise.

Shattering this space that he had created by branching off his second dimension, this piece of his consciousness returned to his main body, and Eos closed his eyes in thought.

When he opened it, he stood up from the Hall of Primordials, leaving them to analyze the battle that had just happened, and he returned to his throne of stone.

Shattering this space that he had created by branching off his second dimension, this piece of his consciousness returned to his main body, and Eos closed his eyes in thought.

When he opened it, he stood up from the Hall of Primordials, leaving them to analyze the battle that had just happened, and he returned to his throne of stone.

With a wave of his hand, Eos created a field of time around him that grounded the flow of time to a halt.

He had copied the technique from Death, but this did not mean that he understood everything it was doing. He had simply gained a key, and now it was up to him to understand how to use this key to open the locks it was not meant to open.

Anyone else would face an impossible task if they attempted to do this. They were not aware of the power of the second dimension, nor could they touch it.

Eos was aware of the second dimension; he could touch it, but he was a new and inexperienced baker with all the ingredients in hand, and he had no recipe, and he had been able to steal one recipe by chance.

Sure, this recipe was a bad one, which could only make a cake as hard as rock, but what was important was that it showed him the steps to take to bake something.

It was these steps that he needed.

Still, this task was not going to be easy or simple; trying to equate baking a cake to what Eos was about to attempt was an oversimplification to an insane degree.

Still, it served its purpose.

In the area of still time, where his body still experiences time, Eos began to experiment with the technique to manipulate the second dimension.

At first, his progress was almost nonexistent, but Eos kept at it for billions of years.

All those years were not wasted, even though it may seem as if he was not making progress; he was creating various principles and laws of the second dimension, just from these experiments alone.

In the third dimension, gravity affected a body that had mass, but in the second dimension, this was different. The laws it contained were not even related to gravity or mass, and in the second dimension, gravity could take the laws of light, and light could take the laws of gravity.

As Eos studied, he began to see parallels with the first dimension, as the principles of the second shared similarities with those of the first, and so he divided his efforts again.

No longer just focusing on the second dimension, he began to focus on the first, and it was here that his research was kicked into high gear, and he saw why Death was struggling and why it took him so long to make meaningful progress.

The second dimension was not meant to work alone; it needed the first dimension as well.

With this knowledge, Eos began to look at the technique he had collected from Death with new eyes, and he almost slapped his forehead in frustration when he noticed that, intertwined deep within it, was the first dimension.

However, closer observation revealed to Eos why he had missed these changes after all this time: they had been carefully disguised.

The fabrics of the first dimension had been cleverly woven into the second-dimensional technique, and due to the nature of the first dimension, this duplicity could have been hidden forever if he had not had access to the first dimension and had not begun to unveil the hidden principles within these lower dimensions.

Whoever gave Death this technique had been paranoid to an insane degree, if anyone had copied this technique, there would be so many walls in front of them to break through that it would be practically useless to them.

Years passed like water in a space where time was not supposed to pass, and Eos broke through wall after wall until he reached a threshold.

He paused for a moment, and he crossed it.