The Primordial Record

Chapter 1249: Heading Towards Battle



The Spectral Titan struggled in Rowan's grip, but the name he had given her made her susceptible to his strength,

"My name is not..."

"Shush, Wormtongue, the name I gave you is an apt one, I should know, because I was the one sitting here for, oh, about eighty-five million years, give or take a few centuries, but who's counting? Right? The point is I have been weaving your essence for so long, and I know a Wormtongue when I see them."

Rowan's grip grew tighter and the Spectral Titan gasped in anger and frustration,

"How is such a thing... possible?!"

"As much as I would like to take credit for my genius," Rowan featured towards his dedicated body, his scrawny arms, and liver-spotted skin, "All these years, I have also been weaving my essence alongside your own."

The Spectral Titan appeared confused for a moment because what Rowan was saying did not make any sense to her. How could flesh and blood be merged with the essence of a dimension?

"It does not need to make any sense to you Wormtongue, I would be surprised if it did. Now stay still and let me understand more about Tribulations. As a weapon of the higher dimension that is as varied as every star in existence, I naturally need to learn more about it, any time I come across them, especially one as special as you."

As Rowan was speaking he had already begun integrating his Will into the body of this Tribulation, and before the shocked gaze of the Spectral Titan, her body began to disassemble into the many tiny portions that made up this Tribulation.

When others sought to surpass tribulations, Rowan was breaking it down to study it.

He had paid a terrible price to continuously integrate his dimensional flesh into the creation of this treasure, not because he needed to, but due to his experience in creating the Tower of Greed and understanding that the materials used in the creation of the treasures of these levels matter especially when it came to the moment when they called forth their tribulation.

Due to the high level of materials he was working with, Rowan had to sacrifice a million parts of his dimensional flesh for every one part of the Spectral Titan's dimension, and even with his unfathomable resources and vitality, he had begun to feel the strain, especially when he deliberately stopped his body perverse regenerative properties to recover the loss.

The weakness of his flesh would be one of the bait.

Concentrating on the disassembled Spectral Titan, Rowan began to learn.

Although taking this tribulation might seem simple on the surface, it was anything but. This was a concept that was not necessarily beyond his comprehension, it was simply a matter of power.

Rowan could instinctively understand the many facets of the higher dimensions that he had not yet comprehended, since even as a humble three-dimension, he had been exposed to the workings of the higher dimensional planes, perhaps even more than an average sixth or seventh-dimensional immortal, and his massive Consciousness Pillars coupled with Knowledge Well had bridged the gap that he would have needed to cross into a higher dimension to understand.

Yet, he was holding a seventh-dimensional tribulation, something with the potential to even kill a seventh-dimensional immortal if they were careless, and it was only a matter of time before he lost control of it, that is, if he did not find the singular point that could unravel the Tribulation.

The same way he looked past the shell of the mortal into its soul, was the same way he began to peer into this tribulation.

However, something that was this heretical would draw the ire of this dimension.

Rowan had only been able to harvest a fraction of the power of this dimension, and until he could surpass the Tribulation, this Source-level treasure was very much connected to the dimension, and Rowan had gone far past its bottom line.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Yet, Rowan already understood that this would be happening and he, as always, had made plans to counter it.

The soul flame watched in a mute sort of awe as this dead dimension began to unravel in madness as it searched for the maddening itch that was driving it insane. Merging his dimensional flesh into the Source Level treasure did not only give him access to the root of this dimension, hence the root of its tribulation, it also hid this treasure from the Spectral Titan's dimension, but the honor for such a feat did not go to him alone, but to the Primordial Record, whose innate ability to shield Rowan when he was still in the third-dimensional level from any prying eyes of the higher dimension was still very much in play.

The dead dimension went through an apocalyptic upheaval, stars fell from the skies, and the remnants of the shattered worlds above were swept around in chaotic patterns, lighting up the skies with the glow from trillions of meteorites shooting past the horizon in a violent affair as if a billion immortals were in battle, the earth beneath Rowan's feet tore apart as lava that was both freezing and scorching at the same time was shot up into space.

In the scene of such an apocalypse, Rowan was calm.

In the state where everything seemed to have opened up for him, where the mysteries of reality lay in front of him, it did not matter what happened in his surroundings, he would continue pushing deeper for answers.

He unconsciously wrapped himself with a shield of luck from the third bloodline, this was the best way he had found to remain safe from harm while actively not giving out any signs of his presence, because the world itself would protect him even without its knowing.

The world was being torn apart, but only around Rowan was stillness, and it was in this stillness in the midst of devastation that allowed the soul flame to hear a voice filled with pain from the lantern burning with green flame that was beside Rowan,

"You Fiend! Your end will be cursed, the atrocities you are committing against all rules of nature would come with penalties that you cannot avoid. No matter how much you think you can learn and grow from these abominable acts it would all be useless against him!! You shall suffer for all etern..."

The soul flame realized that the Primordial Keeper inside that lantern had been cursing Rowan all this while. Who knew how long this had been going on for, but Rowan if he was hearing it, chose to ignore them, instead his focus grew deeper, reaching a level that would make any geniuses in existence pale in shock because Rowan was able to dredge every single bit of his consciousness power into focusing on a singular task.

There was a sort of sigh, and a clank as if a lock had been unraveled and a gentle laugh from Rowan,

"Ahh... So that's how it is. This is the gate of the seventh dimension, this is one of the truths about Source."

One of Rowan's fingers bent in a weird manner and the body of the Spectral Titan snapped back in place. At first, the Tribulation appeared confused and then furious, and a series of incredible powers was beginning to build inside of it, but Rowan had already seen what he wanted.

Opening his mouth he threw the shocked Tribulation into it and began to mindlessly chew as he struggled to regain his feet.

He groaned in annoyance at how difficult it was to stand, his body had truly become wasted. The screams from the Tribulation were growing weaker and pale blue blood was leaking out from the side of his lips.

At his full height, Rowan began to slowly walk towards the field of battle he had selected, the screams of the dying Tribulation and the curses of the Primordial keeper in the lantern following him.