The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1882

Chapter 1882: Cleansing Reality (2)

Serathis, Prime, and the Ouroboros Serpents pierced through the purple tesseract and entered Reality. And they did not hide their presence.

Across the infinite universes and the countless dimensions inside of Eosah’s Reality, all life felt their presence, and it did not matter which world they were in or how hidden the dimension; the moment they looked at the sky, they would see eight streaks of light tearing across the horizon.

Rowan, the Incarnation, placed within Reality, watched these lights and smiled slightly; his thoughts were unknown. He was bringing Veargar to the living castle Algorth, where, alongside the others he had chosen to reach the ranks of Primordials, he was preparing.

When Eos had encircled this Reality in a cage of time and space, there was a single existence that felt their connection with the realms outside Reality severed, and that was Primordial Light!

Initially, to preserve the independence of the Primordials within Reality from any contact with their central bodies outside Reality, all connections between them were severed.

This was not just a requirement but a necessity. The higher an immortal climbed in the dimensional ladder, the more singular they became.

It was a common practice to see cloning and other substitution techniques in the lower realms, but they were rarely found in the higher realms.

Due to Eos’s uniqueness, he was able to create many Incarnations even at his high-dimensional level, and he had been led to believe that the Primordials were unable to replicate his feat.

He had been right and wrong at the same time.

Eos had experienced what it was like for him the moment he reached the eighth-dimensional level and his powers became closer to those of the ninth dimension. Even with all of his unique abilities, it had not been easy to maintain his Incarnation, and Eos had to reduce their numbers to just three.

One Incarnation vanished when he unleashed his Final Form, the second was holding Eosah and was in charge of managing Reality, and the last was headed deep into Limbo; his destination was the Cradle of Enoch.

Now, how did the Primordials manage to maintain a connection with their actual bodies outside Reality when that connection should have been impossible? The answer was obvious and staring at Eos in the face all of these while, but he had been too distracted to notice.

In the Primordial Era, Rowan had learned about the war between Primordials and all life inside Reality. When he was weak and was not aware of the true nature of power, he had accepted this war as a fact, and when he got stronger and knew the strength of the Primordials, he had dismissed this war as merely a charade made by the Primordials.

Eos had been right and also wrong. It was a charade, but one that was played out on multiple levels simultaneously.

In the histories he had studied, the living castle Algorth was the base of the Primordials. It was here that they hid from Reality and gathered their strength. When they were prepared, they emerged and decisively brought the war to a close in a single stroke.

Occasionally, when he reviewed his memories, he always found this situation to be extremely odd. Why would they choose to hide inside Algorth for so long, and how did the denizens of Reality ever believe that they had the chance to win against Primordials?

Rowan’s inherent belief in the invincibility of Primordials had blinded him to the truth. The inhabitants of Reality had believed they could win against the Primordials because they had the opportunity to do so.

It was not a trick; the Primordials had truly been weakened at that time, and if those who fought against them had been lucky enough, they would have won the battle.

Beside him, Eva, the Nascent Primordial of Light, appeared, and she joined him to stare at the heavens.

"Rowan, we are nearing the end now. I don’t know how to feel about this, but I know whatever is to come, I am ready for it."

Rowan glanced at her before looking back at the sky, "You think I am being rash."

Eva paused, "I think you have a plan, but I also know that your actions flip the entire board, and the result might lead to an occurrence that you might not be able to contain."

"Oh, you mean them," Rowan pointed at the heavens where the seven massive faces of the Primordials were still pressed against the walls of Reality, except for those nearing the nascent primordial level; no other immortal could see these faces.

Rowan gestured at the sky, and one of the lights that were tearing the horizon apart veered to the side and tore through the seven faces, shattering them into pieces.

Eva’s eyes widened in shock, and she gasped. Rowan noticed her features and burst into laughter, "I had wondered if I could still surprise you anymore."

"Rowan..." she stuttered, barely able to keep her mouth closed, "the Primordials... where are they?" Her eyes tightened in suspicion, and she poked his chest. "What are you not telling me?"

"The Primordials are gone," Rowan smiled, "their main bodies anyway, they left some of their rot behind, so it can be argued that they never left."