The Primordial Record-Chapter 955 The Grand Working Of The Primordials

Such an unfiltered display of raw power left Rowan on edge. With the Primordial Record, he had sometimes forgotten the sense of awe.

During the first moments when Rowan was transmigrated to this reality, what had filled his heart and soul was fear, but it was undeniable that inside him was a grand sense of awe.

It was like a Primitive man who sat at night around their campfires and looked at the stars, and in their mind, they had wondered who had the power to light other campfires in the heavens above, surely it would be gods, monsters, creatures with power without understanding.

Rowan had seen events of great beauty and horror and along the way his mind had gone numb, his senses had been repeatedly scoured by it all, but now he was starting anew, with eyes that had never seen reality in all its glory, and the powers who stood above it all.

Awe had returned to Rowan's heart, and viewing this blade that transcended a million dimensions, his heartbeat was like thunder.

Perhaps it was the method his brain chose to shape the image of the Primordials using his past experiences and vision but the five unknowable entities began to take the shape of humans, naked and genderless, the five primordials resembled five pieces of super realities in a humanoid shape that was spread across endless infinities and pushing his sight to understand more of their shapes created such great pain in his consciousness he had no choice but to stop.

Rowan had to remind himself that in time, he would be strong enough to understand it all, but for now, he should be content with what he could grasp.

He suspected that Old Man Seed like the Primordial Record was trying to filter the vision for him to easily grasp, but he was not as deft in handling such higher-level realities as easily as the Singularity, so Rowan could sometimes spot the changes in the vision, for example, the way the vision sort of skipped through the gathering and the creation of this stupendous blade form the chaos and devastation of that war that stretched across all known realities.

For anyone else, this vision would be complete, but Rowan had seen grander sights with the aid of the Primordial Record, and he understood these sorts of visions perhaps more than anyone else who had ever been born.

There were words spoken among the Primordials, but either he was too weak to understand them or Old Man Seed could not interpret them, and they seemed to come to an accord, and as one the five primordials held the blade that defied meaning, and sliced across reality.

Instinctively Rowan knew what had just happened even before it occurred, they had ended the Primordial Era. The blade cut across every dimension and it sifted through it. Everything that was, became something new. In the Primordial Eras, they were worlds the sizes of universes, but after the blade passed over, such worlds no longer existed. The various powers that existed became something new, and Rowan noticed that although a greater portion of that power was cut off, making this Era inherently weaker, what was left behind was more stable. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Rowan now understood a bit about how the combatants he had witnessed fighting in one small corner of the war could be so numerous. It was because, in the Primordial Era, power was untamed and unchecked, there was so much essence floating around that would stagger the mind of those in the present, and this made it possible for the birth of so many beings of power.

The Primordial Era must have been one of unchecked chaos and endless wars where geniuses were more numerous than every star in the sky for even a grain of sand could achieve power that could shatter a universe.

Where did all this power go after the Era had ended, it did not vanish, but it was transformed.

The vision did not end here, for out of the remnant of the Primordial Era, from the endless essence that had been spread across reality, a Path of Power was forged.

Chaos it seems had been caged and order restored. These paths of power were separated into trillions of pieces and those pieces also divided until they spread across this new Era, each Primordials took a part of this Path of Power that was greater than all the others, and Rowan instantly understood once more, that these Paths were for their descendants, but among all those shattered paths was one that stood supreme, but you could only see it from a distance.

Perhaps it was due to his new Primordial Vision, or how he was used to watching everything from a distance using his consciousness sight as a living dimension, or the fact that he was just unique, Rowan noticed that the paths created from the chaos were like tiny notes in an endless sea of notes, but that was if you were looking at it all as different pieces.

The paths had indeed been shattered into infinitesimally small parts, but there was a grand tapestry that connected them all, and you only had to look at it as a whole, and what was revealed was a grand circle, that contained all the Paths, including the ones that were taken by the Primordial, it connected them all.

This vision was so extravagant that Rowan felt he barely comprehended the minutest portion of its entire might. The awe in his heart multiplied until it reached a feverish height. He began to comprehend this massive symphony, his consciousness aflamed with the sheer elegance and power of it all. This was the grand work of five primordial to usher in a new Era— The Supreme Era!

Rowan's vision of this grand working was invaded by the voice of Old Man Seed, "So, you do see it. Not many ever do, I remember I had to watch this scene a million times before I saw it, but you did in a single instance, incredible Romion. I was not wrong, this path is worthy of you."

"What is that?" Rowan whispered in awe, frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"That is the true face of the Supreme Circle. When it was created the Primordials used it as a standard. It was a spot that was left for the one that could stand beside them."

Rowan turned to Old Man Seed in shock and before he could speak the old man nodded,

"Yes, the Primordial may be harsh but they are fair. During the Primordial Era, it was indeed easy to gain power, but the chaos that resulted from that power only led to destruction, and for endless years, no one was able to climb the throne to meet the Primordials, and then with their combined strength and wisdom, the Primordials created what is considered their greatest works, the Supreme Circle, and left a path for the worthy to ascend to become a Primordial."

Rowan could not help but ask, "After so many Minor Eras, why has there not been a new Primordial if a path has already been laid out?"

"Well that answer is simple isn't it," Old Man Seed scoffed, "No one since the beginning of the Supreme Era has been worthy enough. Great geniuses from the beginning of the Supreme Era had thrown their entire existence against mastering the powers of the Supreme Circle, taking control of the entire tapestry of power and weaving it to their own design. They all failed."

"Tell me Romion, of all the geniuses that have ever existed, can you be the one to finally master the Supreme Circle?"