The Primordial Record

Chapter 521 The Narghal Tyrant

To have a BerserkerIntent at the Black Grade when he was ascending to the Origin Stage was considered impossible, and consuming the entire energy inside a Tribulation was also considered impossible, but these two impossibilities had appeared in the body of one person.

The universe had now responded to this abnormality in Rowan Ascension with a Tribulation that could raze countless worlds to dust! The sight of such a Tribulation would awe anyone who was seeing it, but since Rowan was in the depths of space, he was alone for the most part.

His Tribulation Cloud stretched for millions of miles with no end in sight, and to avoid collateral damage, he pushed the Divine Palace using Astrolabe away for billions of miles, and he closed his eyes as he waited for his trial to arrive.

His mind was empty, his void hearts releasing subtle vibrations that matched his physique and trembled in harmony with it.

So many mysteries in his body, that he would take millions of years to unearth every single one of them.

When he opened his eyes he saw the Children of Ruin around him, observing him with their peculiar eyes showing scenes of great destruction. 𝘳𝑎.𝗇t

“Are you here to witness my Tribulation?” he asked, somehow feeling no distaste for these creatures, even his Ouroboros Serpents did not look on these Children of Ruin with any concern, they mostly ignored them, which was always surprising, as his Ouroboros Serpents had been growing increasingly irritable.

The Children of Ruin ignored his question, even after he asked them in another three older languages he knew.

Instead, they looked up to the heavens that had transformed into a scene of apocalypse and looked back again to Rowan, and he could see the query and surprise inside them.

It seemed they were about to speak, as their mouths opened but they slowly closed it and retreated, vanishing into space, and Rowan was left alone.

In space there was no up or down, as it was all a matter of perspective, Rowan grinned as he turned his body, and now the Tribulation did not seem to be above him, but below, and from his point of view he was stepping on the Tribulation.

The universe apparently had a nasty sense of humor as the Tribulation cloud already millions of miles in diameter began to expand once more.

Rowan laughed, “If that is all it takes to get a rise out of you, then do not blame me if I take advantage of you in the future. If you want to stop me. If you want to kill me. Then you need to do better than this.”

The universe responded to his words as the Tribulation below him rumbled, the sound was like the tread of a trillion giants. .

Like a python circling his prey to begin suffocating it, the Tribulation Cloud which was the color of red and pale yellow began to circle, this process happened very fast.

The tumultuous clouds that had spread for countless miles shrunk to the size of a nine-mile ring and appeared solid, like a ring made from blood and bones, placing Rowan firmly in its center.

Rowan waited for the lightning bolts, but what appeared was different.

He rubbed his chin, “Oh, so this is what a Tribulation at the Origin stage is all about when taken to the Limits.”

From the circling Tribulation, a large portal opened, and a humanoid figure that seemed to be made from blood and bones stepped forth. He had four arms, each holding swords and axes made from bones.

His ten-foot frame was a picture of pure savagery and power, every muscle on his body rippled with each step taken, and above him, a bloody pillar appeared so massive it touched the heavens and vanished into a space that Rowan’s perception could not touch.

As he moved towards Rowan, the world changed with every step he took and a river of blood and bodies flowed out from beneath his feet.

When he reached Rowan and stopped, there was an ocean of blood and bodies behind him.

Rowan looked away from him for a second and observed the corpses floating in the ocean behind this figure, they were all similar in appearance, all possessing four arms, but they had all been butchered in a horrifying manner.

Cocking his head to the side, Rowan turned to observe the figure before him. This being resembled a Minotaur, with long cow horns that left twin trails of blood behind, his eyes were entirely black like twin orbs of darkness but it was still filled with a fierce intelligence.

A dull voice speaking an ancient language that was similar to Medan emerged from its thick lips. It was older as if this was the language from which Medan was derived but Rowan’s talent made it possible for him to understand it all.

“You are to be my successor? How ridiculous, you are but a mortal. Was I summoned by a sort of Divine Joke? Has the standards of the universe fallen so low that a mortal like you can summon me?”

Rowan ignored his derision and asked using the same language that was being spoken by this entity, “What are you?”

Perhaps struck by how cool and composed Rowan was, the creature paused and assessed Rowan, it must have sensed something, as its eyes lit up, and suddenly it gave a short bow, that was oddly graceful,

“I am a Narghal Tyrant, one of the First Borns, and for good or ill, the universe has changed since the last time I walked upon it.”

Rowan shook his head in understanding, “It is the destiny of all things that will pass away to change under the unending flow of time. The universe would fade away in time, and, naturally, there is a change that heralds that moment that is to come. Yet that does not matter for the both of us that are here, for what is important is this…”

Bringing up his right hand, Rowan manifested the Berserker Intent, and continued speaking,

“This signified that I did not just Transcend the Berserker Tribulation, I did it in a complete manner, beyond any other before in history, and your position whatever it may be, is now mine.”

The Narghal Tyrant paused at Rowan’s words and accessed the Black Grade Intent that he was holding,

“The universe has gone mad or something is very wrong. Tell me, are there many monsters like you in this Era?”

𝘪𝘳.𝒸𝑜𝑚