The Primordial Record

Chapter 2135  The Bombardment

The massive crack in Existence had appeared silently, and if not for the move from Telmus, it would have been too late to discover it. The Archai looked at the wound in Existence and nodded towards Telmus, “I have other matters to handle… be safe, Defiant Ascension.”

Telmus barely acknowledged the entity that had vanished as he began sending rapid-fire instructions to the Primordials all around the Origin Realms to prepare for the relentless assault that was about to fall on their heads.

“RRRIIIPPP…. CRACK… BOOM!!!!”

The invasion began with a cataclysmic roar that echoed through every layer of Existence, as the boundaries of Limbo surrounding the Origin Realms tore open like festering wounds, spilling forth a darkness so profound it blotted out the celestial lights of a thousand Origin Realms in an instant. There were fifty Primordials here, although most of them were still base-level Primordials; there were some among them that had reached the first and second layer. When the wave of darkness swept across the Origin Realms, fifty lights rose up against it, and massive shields of light and air shone from their bodies, impacting against this wave of darkness, and it was their effort that prevented this darkness from covering all of the Origin Realms, not all of them.

“LUB DUBdub… LUBDUBdub…”

The heartbeat from an army that could be called infinite resounded through eternity, and the fifty Primordials glowing in the darkness only had the light of their fellows to remind them they were not alone in the dark.

Apocalyptic sounds shook the surrounding space as the heavens themselves seemed to crack, as if the very fabric of Existence was screaming in protest.

Then, for a moment, there was a blissful silence, and then, countless beings, trillions upon trillions, infinite in their corrupted multiplicity, descended like a living storm of oblivion. Their numbers were so vast that they cascaded downward in a tidal wave of shadows, chitin, gears, golden threads, and verdant rot that filled the infinite expanse from horizon to horizon, from the highest ethereal planes to the deepest abyssal voids.

Each of the fifty Primordials could barely tear through the tens of millions of targets in front of them before the army of ruin covered them and swept past them. The target of this host was the ten thousand Origin Realm, and for the first time since the battle began, the endless armies of the Ancient Primordial were now showing how quantity could become quality.

The resistance against them could as well be nonexistent as they swept past the Primordials, descending towards the first Origin Realm in their path.

Telmus, who was above it all, saw the scale of this impossible army, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment, and he smiled. It was rare for him to feel fear, but at this moment, he did.

This fear was not for his safety, but the fear of failure, and the knowledge that before this war was over, perhaps he would not see any of the people he had come to know as family and friend anymore. Especially after the fact that he was sure that a woman who had been born inside the Origin Realms a thousand years ago was the reincarnation of his wife.

Because the ten thousand Origin Realms revolved around the central Origin Realm, the Prime Axis, there was no first Origin Realm that was at the forefront, and depending on the time of attack, any of the Origin Realms would be the first to receive the brunt of the attack.

And on this day, the first Origin Realm to face this calamity was ruled by Primordial Aetheron, the Primordial of Spatial Harmony, a Third Generation Primordial.

The initial assault swept past the fifty Primordials, and in a moment, seven of them had perished, alongside the billions of lower-dimensional immortals fighting in the heavens.

They struck the first Origin Realm with the force of a collapsing Reality. A powerful golden shield that covered the entirety of the Origin Realm flared to life, and a screech that shook lower-dimensional immortals to death erupted from the point of contact, where trillions of ravenous immortal creatures struck the shield.

Existence cracked as the shield glowed white hot as it screamed in protest, and it would have shattered if not for the rest of the ten thousand Origin Realms beginning to pour their vitality into the shield, as a web of complex formation began to arise all across the Origin Realms, interconnecting and reinforcing the shields.

The foundations of the Origin Realms were stable beyond reason, and as the first creation from the fifth layer of Space, for a hundred million years, this foundation had been growing.

Deep in the core of every Origin Realm, Eos had placed his Incarnation, and in all of this time, the Incarnation had not just sat there and waited for this war; they had been enhancing the core of these realms, and now that they were undergoing Tribulation, they had to step back a bit and allow their preparation to take center stage.

Aetheron, the Primordial of Spatial Harmony, stood a few miles underneath the glowing shield, watching trillions of abhorrent creatures slamming against the shield. Trillions of them were dying every second, but their sacrifice was causing the shields to compress inward.

He looked down at the realm that he had ruled for almost eighty million years, and his heart grew heavy. His realm was a labyrinth of floating continents, each a nexus of interconnected dimensional clusters where gravity danced to the whims of thought. At the moment, the bridge that spanned across the entire Origin Realms was glowing as it had long attained sentience and was now a Primordial, the Primordial of Woven Fate.

It was with her assistance and power that the shields across the entire Origin Realms could be fused together in order to enhance the defenses, although there were also thirty Primordials with similar Origin Powers who were aiding her to enhance the connective defenses of the Origin Realms.

From the glowing light of her Origin, billions of enlightened beings, ascended mortals, star-forged guardians, reality-weavers, from Supreme immortals that were on the verge of the fourth dimension, and the higher-dimensional immortals from the fourth to the eighth dimension.

Among them were the occasional Primordials, but their figures flittered past so quickly that they could barely be seen.