The Primordial Record-Chapter 1147: Lessons

Shisu had really outdone himself, and wherever he was, he was grinning with delight as the slow spread of his technique was similar to slowly strangling a mortal with bare hands over the course of hours.

It also did not help that on millions of continents, the glow from the growing red sun had wiped clean every calamity on their surfaces when it also did the same to the Explorers there with them. All of these were just the side effects of an explosion that had not even begun to reach its full potential.

It should be noted that with the size of Doom Star, there were many continents that had no idea of the presence of Ascendants. This was not actually very strange, in fact, a majority of the continents in this realm were not conversant with the true nature of the reality they were facing or who were the major powers in this realm.

Doom Star may be a single realm, but internally it was as vast as a universe, and this was just a rough estimation because it was unknown if anyone had charted out the true internal scale of Doom Star, the various continents within it could be seen as worlds, and as they were countless stars and worlds like sands on the beach in a universe, so were there countless continents on the endless ocean inside of Doom Star.

As in the case of the many worlds in a universe, some were inevitably more valuable than others in terms of location or resources, therefore a majority of the lower continents were left to their own devices, given the barest training resources to ensure the birth of Explorers and the rare chance that there might be a genius among their population that might reach the height of an Ascendant one day.

The truly valuable Continents were carefully nurtured by various Ascendant forces to become the backbone of their organization. This could not be helped, like Rowan had once hypothesized, the Ascendant civilization was very young, not even up to a hundred million years old.

This might seem to be a long scale of time for mortals, but on the scale of an immortal, this was barely a blink of an eye. The balance between Ascendancy and Calamity was broken far too quickly for it to be normal, and each side has not had the chance to truly flex their might. A great example of this would be the Calamity Gods buried underground. By the time scale of their development, most of them would have to sleep for hundreds of millions of years if not more before they could arise from the earth, yet before that could happen the scale of the battle that should have favored Ascendancy for the first half of this conflict had tilted. Rowan had glimpsed the history of this realm when he saw the rise of Calamity during the evolution of his Shiik to become a Calamity God, and he knew that such competition between opposite sides had played out countless times before, and this was just a new turn of the wheel, but something was now clogging the machine, and the Ascendants would not get their chance to shine.

This catastrophic event set off by Shisu was also similar to what was happening around the planet because, across a broad stretch of the realm, many mortals and nascent Explorers would never get this chance to reach the peak of their potential because a sixth-dimensional entity had gone mad and unleashed his hate on the lower continents.

Barely six years ago, such an event would be unthinkable. Ascendants that roamed the lower continents were those who had not reached the Dan, and from the second Dan and upwards it was expressly forbidden for them to use their powers on the lower continents, not to talk about unleashing killing moves that should be used only in a desperate situation when fighting for their lives.

It was amazing that a world could begin unraveling so quickly. There had been signs over the years that the time of the Ascendants was coming to an end, the slow deaths of their Ascendants Suns and the proliferation of calamity were warning enough, and yet even the most critical assessment of their survival had not foretold the unraveling of their society in nothing short of a million years, not less than six years, and as the seventh year was slowly rolling in, it was a wonder if the state of the realm would be preserved for a decade.

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When the child left the city, this caused all the Elders to organize an emergency meeting for the purpose of war and began drawing back every able citizen to prepare for whatever may be coming, and with the civilization of the Blood Blessed being a martial one, the recruitment rate was almost 99%.

One of the greatest mysteries in this city of gods they found themselves in was the Spear of Ascension, and when the god-child had left hurriedly after reaching a certain height, it was not much of a stretch for them to understand that the reason was related to this treasure.

They all knew that their world was not safe and that one day they would be called to defend their new home, and if this was the day, they would do so with a smile on their lips, even if they perished because their death would finally mean something.

For a life that had been lived without meaning, protecting their home even in death meant everything.

The red light bloomed and the entire ocean seemed to transform into blood, and the hands of all the Blood Blessed trembled, not because of fear, but because they were all creating the weapon of their choice. They did not know which enemy was coming, but whoever they were, would regret the moment they had chosen to step forth into their home.

When the shield over their home vibrated, they all tensed in anticipation, but they breathed a sigh of relief when they noticed that the person descending was the god-child and beside him was another cherubic boy with white hair, and inquisitive eyes.

The child went straight to the point, his voice resounding all over the valley, reaching the billions of people below,

"Beside me is an emissary of our Primogenitor, also known by those more ancient than our young race as the Creator, he is called the Lost Flames, and he is the most powerful being I have ever met. No doubt you saw the bloom of white that arose earlier, well, that was due to his actions. In a single move, he killed more Ascendant than most of us combined would ever see in a lifetime."

The child then brought his hand to suppress the growing cries of excitement that was beginning to arise below,

"I was called forth to defend against a tide of Ascendants that wished to cause harm to our city and stop our Primogenitor on his great task. I failed, and our enemy has unleashed a powerful weapon that would destroy all of us. I have no power to stop what is coming, but I am just a single person, and as I have learned in the past few moments, there are somethings that cannot be accomplished alone, even if you are a god."