The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2074

Chapter 2074: All Realms Rejoice At Your Birth

The Internal Tribulation of the Primordials could take as long as a single day or a trillion years, but all of that time would only happen inside their mental space, in the outside world, barely a few seconds would pass, and so it was easy to determine how many Primordial Candidate had succeeded in their first try... it was all of them!

Perhaps, Origin itself recognized that its end was coming and so it opened its gates wide open so the Primordials could easily learn from it...

Perhaps it was the knowledge that the greatest war that would ever be fought, from the beginning of existence until its end was about to begin, and if they were not Primordials, they could not stand at the front of the line...

Perhaps it was the love they had gained for the ten thousand Origin Realms that they knew they had to protect because there was nothing else out there.

They had looked out into Limbo and seen nothing but despair and madness, and their only home, the only salvation they could have, was defending their heavens and their earth...

There could be so many reasons why none of the fourth Primordials had faltered and conquered their Internal Tribulation, but they did, and the laughter of Eos could be heard, touching the hearts of all life inside the Origin Realm.

But this was just the beginning.

The next was the Lightning Tribulation, and although most of the lifeforms inside the Origin Realm could not see it, they could feel it.

That feeling was like a thrum that began not in the heavens or the earth, but somewhere deeper, the very marrow of existence itself.

It was the voice of Eos, and it came as a low, resonant frequency that vibrated through the bones of every living thing.

In the lowliest mortal worlds, mortals looked up from their fields, feeling a warmth in their chests they could not name.

In the middle realms, lesser immortals watched their most intricate spells unravel from sheer irrelevance as if the cosmic arithmetic had found a larger sum to calculate.

The birth of Primordials shifted Existence in ways that could not be understood by lesser immortals, and they were feeling how that would play out.

Then, as suddenly as it began, the Lightning Tribulation was over, and in the high heavens, the established Primordials paused.

Telmus, Eva, Thenos, Sheba... some of them had been slumbering in the void between breaths and opened their eyes.

Those who tended the gardens of causality set down their tools. Those who had forgotten they once were candidates felt a phantom ache in long-dormant cores.

They knew what this was and remembered what it was like to grasp their Origin for the first time; it was an experience that could not be told, it could only be felt.

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Every time a Primordial was born, the Origin Land of Eos opened for a brief moment and connected to the Origin Realms.

However, because of the number of Primordials that were born on this day, the gate of the Origin Land was opened for an extended amount of time, and its Aura that was as fleeting as light yet heavier than a mountain washed over the Origin Realms, and countless knees fell to the earth.

The Light of the Origin Land fell on a massive mountain called the Mountain of Transcendence inside the Prime Axis, and the stone of the eternal mountain began to glow with heat, revealing veins of molten possibilities spreading like roots.

Six hundred and forty-eight figures emerged from the light.

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