The Primordial Record-Chapter 954 The Blade Of Primordials

Old Man Seed was correct, there were some things that can only be learned by witnessing them, and Rowan deliberated on the things he had witnessed knowing that before long the true reason the old man brought him here would be revealed. He did not have to wait for long before the heavy voice of the Old Man which carried immense dignity began speaking to him, and it was as if he had been transported into the past by the voice alone, which was ironic because he was now in the past,

"There is much about the end of the Primordial Era that is a mystery, but one thing is known to those at my level and above, that without this battle and the devastation it wrought, there would have been no peace in all of reality, it alone shaped all the minor Eras that is to come and above all, it was this battle was the birth of the Paths of Power as we know it."

The voice of Old Man Seed commanded attention, and Rowan listened in rapt attention. He knew of the Primordial War from the memories of Eva, the Lady of Shadows. This was a war that she partook in as a Creator for the Celestials, and it was in this war that she ultimately perished.

Over time he had come across bits and pieces of this war across secrets tomes and memories of the fallen, but it was the first time he knew a tangible purpose for such a battle that had shaped reality, something struck him, the word—Minor Era, but he did not want to interrupt the old man, so he kept the question in his heart and he waited to ask his questions after everything was over, but he could already guess its meaning.

Old Man Seed had told him previously that after the end of the Primordial Era, what came next was the Supreme Era that in his own words they were enjoying till this moment. Rowan knew that the average lifespan of an Era was a billion trillion years, or the life cycle of an average universe. Obviously, this war had not taken place a billion trillion years ago but from a far more distant time, and if he was correct, that means that every life cycle of the universe was a Minor Era, and a Major Era must indicate a grand shift in reality as a whole.

Perhaps to the Primordials an Era must mean something far greater than a minor change in the life cycle of a universe. Rowan thought that there was nothing wrong with this inference of his, but he would make sure that he confirmed it later.

His thoughts took a fraction of a moment, and he listened as Old Man Seed continued speaking, fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"I was born at the end of the war, so I was among those he acted to end it, that was the primary purpose for my creation, I think. Sometimes it is hard to know these things, the Primes chose to keep a lot of their wisdom and the reasons for their actions close to their chest. A trait that I'm not fond of, but I can understand their reasons sometimes. How could an ant know the thoughts of a man? Anytime I rebel in my heart that I'm not an ant, I come to this place and it reminds me, that I am even lesser… hahaha"

The old man laughed self-deprecatingly, but his foul humor did not last long before he focused back on the story he was telling,

"It is difficult to know my true roots and I have searched, believe me, a hundred Minor Eras devoted to nothing but searching. The reason for my search? I see that question in your eyes… maybe, it is because it lessens the weight of the years, and it does weigh on you after a while—Time."

"According to the rumors from my kin, I was a teardrop that fell from the eyes of our Prime when he saw the endless devastation that was being wrought on reality. I never cultivated to reach this present state of power, I only had to perfect it, and the end of this war was my opportunity, it was everyone's. For the strong-willed, it was the prospect of gaining power that was beholden only to themselves. True freedom was given to all, but depending on the power of the Primes was always an easier option to grow stronger and for people like us, well, we had no choice in this matter, our paths were already chosen from our births."

Old Man Seed smiled, "Maybe this is the reason that you excite me so Romion, you have such potential, and yet you are free. Someone in my line, a teardrop from the Prime, is walking the lone road all on his own, and it would be remiss for me if I cannot share a light to assist you on this path. Hah, I digress, let's return to the reason I brought you here."

Old Man Seed gestured and reality ahead parted and shrunk, and in Rowan's perception, a majority of the reality ahead expanded and shrank until it was smaller than a mustard seed and it floated above the hand of Old Man Seed.

The old man had grabbed countless dimensions and squeezed them into a single spot, so Rowan's eyes could see all of reality that he would otherwise not have been able to comprehend.

"Look into it, and see the fruit of the war," Old Man Seed commanded, and Rowan looked at the reality that had been shrinking for him to perceive, and he saw….

Five tremendous entities that defied meaning, their size, shapes, and composition were impossible for him to grasp because they existed on a sphere of reality that Rowan could as yet not touch, and without the Primordial Record to filter what entered his mind, he was left with only a sensation of witnessing the grandest spectacle he had ever come across.

Such an unfiltered view of reality triggered a strange yearning in his bloodline, as something truly ancient inside himself stirred. His bloodline of the Primordial Ouroboros hated what he was witnessing, it was as if it was seeing an old enemy dance on its corpse while desecrating it in every way possible. It was a hatred that had gone beyond common sense.

Rowan's prismatic eyes that were glowing with every color in the known reality turned red as blood, and Rowan closed his eyes and forced this eruption of fury to remain in his breast, any resistance on his part was like a little child beating his hands against a mountain, futile.

He had reached a level of understanding over his bloodlines and he would never allow them to dictate his actions. He was the ruler of his powers, not the opposite. It did not matter if their fury could shatter all of existence, his Will was unbreakable, and his blood served his purpose. Yet he consoled his bloodline because if he knew any truth about reality, it was that greater powers like the Primordials would never allow anyone else to dethrone them from their position. It was inevitable that a war would be fought between him and the Primordials, and his bloodline may yet get its wish.

It was better at this time that he watched and learned and so he did that.

Swallowing this unknown rage, he watched as the five gathered all the endless devastation and chaos that had erupted from the battle, and they made it into a blade.

A blade with the length of a million infinities!