The Primordial Record

Chapter 2101  The Core of The Matter

Eos did not know the reason, but when he returned to his throne, he fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep was a healing sleep that eased the great stress that his consciousness and body had experienced when he stepped outside of Existence.

In his sleep, the aura that was stolen from him began to quietly return. The ignorant were fearless, and sometimes not knowing the whole truth could be a blessing.

The concept of Immortality was fleeting, and it was directly held in the hands of the painter, but if Eos was aware of this concept, he would have created a thread that linked him and this tenth-dimensional being.

Eos’ state at this moment was so incredibly fragile that if he were aware of this change, this would instantly give the painter the power to touch him.

The painter controlled the power of End, but End was not one of its concepts, but a borrowed one. Immortality, on the other hand, was a tenth-dimensional concept, since it represented the ultimate state of a lifeform. A state that could exist even at the end of all things. There could only be one painter, since he was the one with the power of Immortality. Everything else, no matter how powerful, was a part of the painting, and they could be erased at any time.

However, there was a rule that guided all concepts, and that was that although only a single individual could master the deeper layers of a concept, others could also claim that concept, but they would not be able to gain a deeper understanding and control of that concept; they would only stay on the base level.

This was the reason the Ancient Primordials could create so many Primordial-level monsters, and why Eos wanted to erase the Ancient system of Primordial advancement, because in that system, there could only ever be 10,008 Primordials with total control over their Origin.

Eos did not know the reason he had gained the aura of immortality, but if he was aware that he had and knew the core of this concept, he would know it was because the owner of the concept must have ascended to a higher level, thereby freeing the base layer for anyone who had the potential of immortality to gain this power.

This was the core of the entire battle laid out at a glance. Countless quadrillions of Cosmic Eras ago, in a time so distant that it no longer had a name and when the concept of time was not even stable, the Painter ascended into a deeper layer of his concept.

The Painter had sat on the Throne of All Things before even Existence existed, and as a perfect being that existed above all, nothing could shake its position, and yet as the Painter became even stronger and more perfect after an inestimable amount of time, it left a space for lower creatures to ascend to its vaunted position.

The tenth dimension would be polluted, but if the painter cut all roads of ascension to the level, and forcefully kept everyone in the ninth-dimensional level, while refining its power over all there was, then the Painter would fulfill a single purpose that was the linchpin of its existence, and that was to master the Eleventh Dimension of Origin!

Eos did not know the true face of the battle that he was about to enter, but he was slowly getting to that point.

The board had been set, and there could only be convergence.

While it was true that Eos did not understand the nature of the Painter or the true scale of this battle, he was perceptive enough to notice that the painting of Existence was growing.

End was a force of erasure, and for that reason, it could not grow; it was the basis for the ending of the first Existence, and so although its depth could be deepened as it erased newer Existence, its form was fixed.

If Existence kept expanding in the way it was doing, then the most useful tool in the hands of the Painter which could effectively curtail the ascension of all lifeforms inside Origin, would lose its effectiveness.

Eos had been able to see all of this at a glance, and although he was not aware of the Painter’s goal, he was intuitive enough to know that the most important thing he could do was to preserve Existence until the point where the power of End was no longer a threat.

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Eos slept for a thousand years, and when he woke up, he looked up into the heavens, and he frowned as he saw the ongoing war happening in the skies.

His children were already giving their all, so as a father, it was only right that he reduced their burden. The feeling of age had dissipated from his body, and Eos imagined that whatever he had lost must be returning and that his fears were baseless.

Nyxara had been pestering him for so long about the deaths of her siblings that he thought it was the right time to satisfy her desires.

His mind reached back to all that he had seen in the tenth dimension.

There was still so much that he needed to learn, but he knew he had overstayed his welcome.

His greatest suspicion had been confirmed, he had learned about the true face of the higher dimensions, and he understood now why End had visited the Origin Realms… Why the Golem had spared the Beast… and why the Ancient Primordials were a necessary component of this whole messed-up situation.

Everything was preparation for the painter to seize control of Origin.

To Eos, this was the obvious reason. He knew that there must be more to this matter, but he was perceptive enough to see the core of the matter.

Yet, this matter made him consider all that he knew of the past.

The Luminous were the most powerful beings inside Existence, and yet they had seemed content not to interfere with the Painter, and why was that?

Perhaps it was not because they were passive, and the powers of Origin caused them to become too separate from everything, because, unlike everyone else, they must have been able to peer past the ninth dimension and see the painter.

Eos was well aware that the Luminous had a Garden of Eden where they were safe from every ending there ever was.

It meant they had found a way to exist outside the painting, and that could only happen if the Painter had allowed it.