The Prime Axis of the Ten Thousand Origin Realms had not changed much on the surface in fifty million years, but the waves of power arising from it had grown as most of the Primordials returned here not only to commune with Eos, but as the heart of the Origin Realm, everything flowed through this place.
At this moment, in one of the central command centers was a vast hall whose length was measured in billions of miles. Massive pillars lined each side of the hall, their numbers could hardly be counted, and sitting on them were scholars, all Old Ones, and they were extremely busy.
Each pillar was a manifestation of the Primordial of Woven Fate. This Primordial was the divine bridge forged by the Grand Creator to link all the Origin Realms, and twenty-three million years ago, it gained consciousness and rapidly ascended all the way to the Primordial level.
The Primordial of Woven Fate was one of the few Primordials who did not like to appear in front of anyone, although its body still served as the bridge linking all of the realms; that body was just its avatar. Its main form now could only be found beside the Grand Creator.
With this pillar, every Old One here could see with the sights of Primordial, allowing them to view the dimensions from a great height. It was a profound form of cultivation and also a way for them to be of use, as they monitored not just the Origin Realms but also beyond them, being one of the many stations assigned to this task.
The Old Ones were rotated every million years, but they could further extend the time they could stay on the pillars if they made important discoveries in research or the present state of things.
This hall was called the Hall of Memory, and similar halls like this were scattered across all command centers in the Prime Axis. At the head of the hall, lying comfortably on a cloud of silver flames, was a Primordial who still kept his childlike body, the nameless Primordial of Victorious Genesis.
Only a fool would look at his childlike body and consider him to be weak or naive, as he was a Primordial, and even the stupidest among them were supreme geniuses that could not be found in an Era.
The Primordial loved coming to the Hall of Memories because of his love for battle, and in the past fifty million years, he had solved thirty percent of all the incursions attempting to breach th Origin Realms, and he returned here to be the first to know of any conclusion being drawn by the researcher in this hall whose reach connected to all the Origin Realms.
Victorious Genesis was dozing with his eyes closed, as several golden fruits appeared overhead to drop into his mouth, and he ate them with relish. He had extended one strand of his senses across the Origin Realms to the famous gardens of one of the New Primordials of the Third Generation, the Primordial of Celestial Laughter, and was stealing her immortality fruits.
One of these fruits was able to give a mortal immortality, boosting their talent and comprehension, and aiding them to reach the sixth-dimensional level in less than ten thousand years. Even a dumb pig would crush a Supreme God a few moments after consuming these golden fruits, and they were one of the most sought-after items in the Origin Realms.
Technically...technically... a mortal would be able to travel across all the Origin Realms if their comprehension was high enough. Even in the lower realms, the higher dimensions still exist, and only a mind that could see beyond the veils of reality could understand how everything worked.
Victorious Genesis loved taking these golden fruits from Dianeβs garden because they were among the most delicious fruits he had ever tasted, and he was a bit addicted to them. He always made sure he blessed the trees he took them from, but his blessings were a headache for Diane, because all of her gentle trees she nurtured became defiant and wanted to charge into the horizon to battle against the forces of evil.
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