The Primordial Record

Chapter 818 Rebirth

?Rowan paused a while in thought before dismissing that assumption, he did not know the entire powers of the strange goddess and if she was able to control demonic energies, it seemed ridiculous to contemplate, but she worked with his father, which automatically meant she was not a simple creature.

He should never make assumptions until he has all the facts before him. Treating her like a demon because she had shown proof that she controlled demonic energies was infantile, but he saw an opportunity before him that he could not give up.

The one thing Rowan understood about plans was that even the best-laid ones can quickly go to shit if one small problem or an unexpected event occurs, making you wonder if you ever had a plan at all in the first place.

He had seen it happen in the Cerulean Galaxy, every time he wanted to evolve or make elaborate schemes, what Rowan came to find out was that with enough redundancies put in place, any concern that arises could be nipped in the bud.

It was the reason he always remained careful even though he knew he could probably shatter Trion with a single move, and his carefulness had been rewarded with this change in the Minerva situation. He wanted a way to round up all the gods of Trion in one swoop, and now he knew how to locate Minerva.

Apart from the god King, the one who should have the most reliable information about the Third Prince would be Minerva. He needed her soul to confirm many of his speculations.

Linking his consciousness to his Dimension, he located the Infernal Spark of Ohrox and he began to siphon power into a cradle he made from combining a thousand Spirit Guises. If he wanted to make an impression, he had to make it look as legit as possible.

The thousand Spirit Guises when melded together had a form similar to an egg, but with the injection of Demonic energy into it, the appearance began to slowly change to that of Ohrox, the Demon Prince of Destruction.

The eyes of the Demon opened and he roared, and the energy that it was draining from the Infernal Spark increased a thousandfold.

“Interesting, have I not killed you already?” Rowan muttered to himself as he felt a new burst of Soul energy begin to arise inside the Demon King.

At this moment his other consciousnesses were traveling through the sea of destruction towards the resonance of the vault he had detected when he collected the sample of their Runes during the meeting with the God-King.

Rowan had settled into a deep state of concentration as he began moving all the pieces towards the rightful position but with these new changes inside his Dimension.

He felt his Dimension shake as the rebirth of a Demon King was triggered.

“Even the best-laid plans…” He cursed silently, but excitement was building in his heart because he had astonishingly received inspiration for his Fourth-dimensional body.

Rowan observed that the progress towards a Third-dimensional body was at 16 percent and this new inspiration had not affected its progress, but it meant that if he became a Third-dimensional being, there was every possibility that he could shoot up to the fourth without much delay.

He should be more concerned with the rebirth of the Demon King inside his Dimension but Rowan was just too pleased with this development to care.

Nevertheless, he began waking up one of his Sovereigns, then switched to waking up both of them. It was always better to have the nuclear option ready at a button call.

The Gray Flame of the Principality caught his attention, it was blinking rapidly as if in excitement, Rowan summoned it over,

“Do you know the reason for the resurrection of the demon?”

The Principality quickly replied, “Creator, you killed its Soul but not its Will, it was only a matter of time before it would be able to harvest more Soul Energy for its resurrection, and being beside its Infernal Spark has accelerated this process.”

Of course, Rowan almost laughed at the simplicity of it. The Third Dimension controlled space, while the fourth controlled time. He may have killed the God King in this space, but without shattering his Will, Ohrox still had access to time.

A fourth-dimensional being was truly Immortal unless their Will was shattered to pieces.

“How do you shatter a Will?” Rowan asked.

“There are few methods, but I think the best example is waiting out there in the universe.” the Principality answered after considering the question for a while.

Rowan immediately understood what it meant, which was the blood of the universe.

He had noticed broken Wills inside of it and did not know how they came to be.

“The dying blood of a universe is a potent resource. Although no one would gather it because of the curse it brings, if you want to shatter a Will, this is, relatively, the most available resource out there for that process.”

As Rowan watches the resurrection of the Demon King in fascination, he calls out to the Principality, “Tell me everything you know about Will.”

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The Ancestors of Trion gathered together before a quiet river at night, the water from the calm river shining from the light of the moon and casting its brilliance on the six figures that a few months back were the greatest powers in Trion, the sole Earth gods in the entire planet.

Today they came together to celebrate the end of their reign and the beginning of a new and unrecognizable world. They had been sitting here for a while now, perhaps days, and no one had spoken a single word.

It was as if sitting together was a comfort, and they all shared in the common activity with luxury.

They had called it a celebration but no one here was smiling, all of them were seated around a blue flame and they waited for the summon from the gods to lead their houses to battle.

Except for Telmus, as a tradition dating back millions of years, all the Ancestors carried the name of their Primogenitor, and for so long this had been a source of pride, but now…

“Was that the reason you always hated them?” Horush asked, who was a bear of a man with two furry ears like a cat, “This disregard for their children, the madness, all the blood, and suffering.”

Telmus looked away as if he did not hear the question, before quietly answering, “Among other things.”

“If there was anyone I thought could escape this madness, it was always supposed to be you.” Bacchus snickered. He resembled an elf with long blond hair and a thin face.

“The gods make fools of us all,” Telmus said, “But I choose to walk this path. You all accepted it.”

“You say that as if it means anything. In the end, we are all in the same boat. This was not the path I promised my family.” Vulgim lamented. He resembled an old man with a hunched back and was smoking from a pipe.

“Speak for yourself,” Tiberius chuckled, startling most of the Earth gods here except Telmus who regarded him with an apathetic gaze, “Vulgim, your family is among the most egregious in this ongoing abomination. What is it, nearly ninety-

five percent of your people were slaughtered in just a few days? Their blood thirst even surprises me.”

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