The Primordial Record

Chapter 961 A Thousand Years Secrets (2).

Rowan’s perception that he had released inside the living universe spent tens of thousands of years understanding the mind of every living being in the macrocosm, but due to the fact that the spell had frozen time inside the universe, his consciousness inside the universe felt that it was experiencing time go by.

The consciousness could still roam inside the frozen universe, going from soul to soul, scouring every consciousness inside of this space, while time had not really passed.

It was a rather interesting phenomenon that allowed Rowan to experience the mysterious nature of time and how its actions were sometimes dictated by the perception of the individual experiencing it. To everyone in the frozen universe, they did not know that time had been stopped, even if Rowan maintained this spell for another billion years, to them, not a single second would pass. The moment he lifted the spell, they would all continue with their lives not knowing that so much had changed.

Rowan was aware that his spell would not be so powerful without his instinctive understanding of time that had exceeded any sort of common sense.

One of the reasons must be due to his Primordial Ouroboros Bloodline who also shared an aspect with Time, but he was also born from the essence of Erohim, who was the last living remnant of the Primordial of Time.

However, saying nothing had changed in the frozen universe was a lie. The Reflections and every single immortal who partook in the battle and still existed inside the living universe at this time were slowly vanishing.

Time had been separated in two, but Rowan had linked them together once more. The present and the past, Cause and Effect. Making it so that the present bore the Cause and the past, the Effect, an outcome that was similar to the greedy nature of his Ouroboros bloodline. If not for the effects of Time Freeze, then this event would have been instantaneous, but now he could slowly observe this process as their vanishing bodies began to break down in layers. A vanishing act that should have taken place in a mere moment, stretched to many millennia.

First, it was the various domains or energy fields around their bodies that vanished, and then their skin slowly peeled away, collapsing into dust, and the dust collapsed to nothingness.

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It gave him the opportunity to idly learn all about their varied energy capabilities and abilities they had mastered all through their lives, because in death all of their secrets were revealed, and Rowan learned much in the millennia that passed. All of this contributed to his overall knowledge, but most of it was useless to him overall.

Rowan’s perception inside the universe was graced with the sight of tens of millions of immortals frozen without their skin, as the muscles underneath began to slowly corrode.

It gave him the opportunity to idly learn all about their varied energy capabilities and abilities they had mastered all through their lives, because in death all of their secrets were revealed, and Rowan learned much in the millennia that passed. All of this contributed to his overall knowledge, but most of it was useless to him overall.

He was reminded once more of the vast gap that existed between him and everyone else. Each of these immortals was an outstanding genius in their own right, with control of energy and spells that would leave anyone else to shame, but to Rowan, everything they wielded and possessed was so crude and weak.

What they spent millions of years perfecting were easily seen through by him, and their memories… oh, their memories were wondrous in their way. Years of struggles, betrayals, battles, tears, blood, and sweat shed on their road to greatness.

He watched countless scenes of immortals battling for resources and precious resources to boost the attributes of their Spirit or physiques by measly hundreds of points and saw how their hearts had gladdened at such a minor degree of progress.

Rowan had swallowed a Supreme World and gained millions of points of attributes, and that was only the beginning, he could gain far more attributes as time went on, seemingly without any limits. The gap between him and them was so vast it was almost ridiculous. It was during this moment as he searched through the universe that he discovered the last of Third backup plans. A woman called Ameera. There were many other plans the Reflections had placed on the ground to safeguard their lives, but all of them turned out to be useless, Rowan had claimed their souls, and whatever plans they made were rendered moot as Rowan reversed Cause and Effect.

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Yet he was not surprised that Third still managed to fight through this problem. Rowan grinned internally, ‘What an enemy!’

The Third Prince had not been idle the many Eras he had lived, and his knowledge of the soul had been growing. Perhaps it was by learning from the massive Soul Engine inside the Eye of the Primordial that was harvesting Soul Energy from the Soul Origin Orbs, the Third Prince had begun searching for his own Soul Origin!

Whether by luck or design, he had come close to succeeding, although close might mean billions of years in the future, for immortals like him, that was a blink of an eye.

Ameera’s soul had been hollowed out by horrifying experiences inflicted by the Third Prince, and where there should have been colorful lights of all colors to represent the vibrancy of a mortal’s soul, there was only gray.

The color of her soul was what attracted Rowan’s attention at first, and when he delved deeper, he saw that the Third Prince had been moving the soul of Ameera from one body to another for centuries, and over time, like a parasite he had began leeching onto her soul, pouring his Will and Intent inside of it. This acted as a vehicle to hold small portions of his soul.

He had been able to do this with Ameera because this woman was special, her bloodline was unique, holding a small trace of a Souls-Type bloodline. Not those of the Primordial Keepers, but another bloodline with a relationship with the soul.

Rowan knew the Primordial Keepers were not the only ones with power over the Soul in reality, they were perhaps the most powerful of the Souls-Type bloodline, but they were not the only ones. This discovery of a Souls bloodline excited Rowan. In the entire universe, she was the only one possessing such a bloodline, proving how rare it was.

The Third Prince was aware of the shape of the soul, including his own, he could not manipulate it, but he knew how to influence it, and understood certain actions would transmit part of your soul energy to others.

For mortals, transmitting their soul energy was simple, because of how porous their physique was, but for immortals, it was very difficult. The Third Prince had found out that intense emotions could draw out the power of the soul, with Ameera’s special bloodline and her hatred towards him, some portions of his soul were slowly drained by the woman.

The Third Prince had made sure she could never cultivate to grow stronger, so she could never find a way to hurt him. Ameera, unaware of her potential, was being used as a container to ferry the soul of the Third Prince, and in time, maybe the mad genius might have found a way to generate enough of his soul energy that he could create another Third Prince.

If he were ever to fall into death, he would have a backup soul, and this was just the first step in finding his soul’s origin.