The Primordial Record

Chapter 868 Daring Acts

The first thing that erupted from this World Seed was Rowan’s light. This light represented his Will and was a method to spread his perception, for the darkness inside this place was so deep only such a thing could reveal what was hidden inside of it.

Rowan’s ability to seed worlds had been restricted to Minor Worlds until he grew stronger, back when he was still a Chaos Blood. As he broke the Will of Chaos in his blood, he now has access to all the unlocked abilities of his enhanced Ouroboros bloodline without restrictions.

His abilities to seed worlds were no longer gated behind his level but only required that he had the power and knowledge to unleash it to its maximal extent.

Rowan had theorized the amount of power needed to Seed a Supreme World in the event that he ever came across a world like that during his travels and the projection had been astonishingly bleak.

It would require an enormous amount of power, more than even his Primordial Seas were capable of giving, but since he had plentiful Soul Mountains from the immortals he had killed, power was not the problem, the other criterion was the Will of the Supreme World, this would be testing his knowledge.

At the time of his theorizing, Rowan had expected that he would have grown strong enough to be able to overpower the World Will of a Supreme world if he ever reached a point where seeding such a world became an option, and the revelation of the Red Moon being a Supreme World was a temptation he could not resist.

Rowan had always been looking for options to evolve his Ouroboros Bloodline past its limit so it could equal his Sheol bloodline and Seeding a Supreme World would catapult his Ouroboros Bloodline from his weakest to his strongest bloodline, he chose to proceed with the plan to take over this Supreme World because he discovered that it was empty.

There was no Will to fight, he only needed the power to take it over. Still, this did not mean that he would succeed, at the end of the day, a Supreme World was a power that he had not fully grasped.

The transformation to a World Seed inside the skull of this unknown entity was like the birth of a star. Rowan’s three consciousnesses expanded and transformed into a large golden orb that resembled dandelions with numerous glowing tendrils, and his light shot across the dark expanse.

This bright light uncovered the internal area of the skull, and what was revealed inside was the ruin of a destroyed civilization. Rowan knew that this skull was not a construct but the remains of a once powerful being, the presence of a city inside the skull indicated that when this being was alive, its inside had contained a vast number of living beings.

Rowan could immediately trace the connection between these ruins and the ruins dotting the eye of the Primordial of Evil above, and he inferred that the ruins he had seen had fallen out from this skull. This was not a speculation because he could see that just the disturbance he had created as he unleashed the World Seed had dislodged the resting place for a lot of ruins and they were beginning to drift towards the enormous abyss of the skull’s empty eyes.

It would take time for them to fall out, so he was not alarmed.

His time here in the dark would soon come to an end when the shattered buildings began to rain out from the skull, but he expected that the commotion of seeding this world would alert the Reflections soon enough, but they would be too late to stop him.

Even with the bright light from the world Seed his perception still struggled to reach all the corners of this gargantuan metropolis, but his light was slowly but steadily growing brighter and expanding his perception along with it, revealing more and more of this place to him.

With his experience from the transforming cities of Sheol, Rowan had been able to see thousands of metropolia of various nature, from ethereal and haunting to Sci-fi and prehistoric, but he had never seen a city quite like this.

It seemed to be covered with a supernatural haze of dust that even his light struggled to break through and from its diverse buildings, to its sheer size, this city must have held trillions. Its inhabitants must have also favored the skies for every building here, no matter how massive was built on incredibly long stilts, some of them as long as a thousand miles, making each building from afar resembling a flock of birds with thin legs.

At the base of these stilts must have been a body of water of some sort, but whatever it was it had long evaporated. Rowan found it a bit odd that some parts of this being were almost similar to his own, was there a connection here?

Whatever caused the death of this civilization, it did not come quickly, every single inch that his light crossed bared marks of battle. He soon figured out that this was not just a city, it was a stronghold, he had had noticed it when he uncovered enough of the city as the designs were quite ingenious.

All these marks told a story, one that was disjointed but could fit together quite easily when looked at from a distance, it all pointed in one direction. A single person had entered this place and battled everyone.

Maybe battle was the wrong word, there was resistance, sure, but they were all swept away like wheat before the farmer’s scythe. From the battle marks, Rowan saw that this person did not retreat once, he ended this civilization and continued heading deeper into this fallen stronghold until…

Rowan saw the bodies.

From the marks of the battle, they were the last to fall, he did not know if this was by accident or design. They were seven gigantic bodies without their heads. They were not the biggest creatures he had seen, humanoid, and their bodies measured around ten thousand feet in length.

Rowan’s senses quivered and a familiar hate bubbled from deep inside of him as he recognized the essence emanating from these bodies and realized that these were Primordial Keepers.

The problems he had with the Primordial Keepers had not vanished, but this universe had been protecting him all this while from their hands, and Rowan had expected that they would become a problem in the future, but he never expected to find the bodies of these elusive figures in this place.

The threat of the Primordial Keepers had always been on his mind but as he grew stronger and evolved past his root bloodlines, their influence in his lives and decision-making had almost vanished.

Another piece of the puzzle clicked into place and he was startled when he realized the roots of this place came from someone hunting these Primordial Keepers, and the reason for this crazy action was obvious, it was to gain Soul Origin.

Rowan could find methods to gain Soul Origin but he had the Sheol bloodline that made all that possible, someone wanted to create this place to harvest Soul Energy and they had gone to the source.

Although this action was made by his enemy, Rowan still found himself grinning. What could he say, Rowan always appreciated outlandish acts like these that could shock creation.