The Primordial Record novel Chapter 524

Chapter 524 Leave Your Foolish Dreams Behind

This power he unleashed was now equal to or even surpassed every single exchange that happened on Jarkare involving his father, Boreas, and the Demon Prince, when greater than the final attack made by his father in a feat of anger and frustration.

For Rowan to reach this power scale immediately he ascended into the Second Supreme Circle was enough to show his potential as a Nascent Primordial.

To understand how powerful this move was, Rowan could have used it to instantly kill Dao Ma, and with the range of this World made of Black Ice, it could have easily infiltrated his Divine Kingdom, freezing it to dust.

If he had unleashed this same move in the Empire-controlled space, he would have destroyed tens if not hundreds of Minor Worlds, almost crippling half of this Empire's worlds in a single stroke!

Of course, he would have to be a lunatic to deal with such wholesale slaughter, it would be better to seed those worlds because his Primordial Sea of Darkness would totally disintegrate those worlds leaving nothing behind.

Without his soul, Rowan's intellect was now cold, killing billions was not as important anymore to him, but their utility after death was what he considered important.

Rowan knew for Dominators of the Second Great Circle, the power they made use of was mostly comprised of their Territories, it was the best weapon they had, unlike Mages who depended a lot on Aether, this was also how Empyreans fought, as they also had Territories of their own too.

During his previous battles, Rowan needed to bring his Berserker Aspect to the Origin Grade and also to test his martial skills and his physical abilities to the limits, so throughout the battle he did not use the most powerful weapon available to him—His Territory.

He barely heard a surprised scream before the Narghal Tyrant was eradicated, even the Tribulation Ring was torn to pieces.

When Rowan unleashed a fraction of his Territory he looked as if he was breathing out, and then he breathed in, drawing back his Territory into his body.

Looking around him, Rowan nearly shuddered at the devastation. Although he had retrieved every single bit of his Aether, Reality around him was in chaos. Everything he could see for untold millions of miles was just gone, down to the fundamental building blocks of reality.

What remained was just the Underverse, this shadowy location that acted as the last barrier over a universe. Rowan had once mistaken this place as the Darkness outside the Universe, but he was wrong, this was the last barrier separating the fragile universe from the dangers outside it.

Yet as he watched parts of the Underverse freeze and were destroyed, he soon noticed that whatever stuff it was made of was especially tenacious and regenerative, and Rowan had pulled off all the Aether from the universe inside his body so it could quickly heal, destroying Reality was not among his plans for today.

The power of his Territory fell into the range he did not expect but he had always suspected, but knowing something and seeing it in action was quite different.

The Narghal Tyrant was looking at Rowan with astonishment, as he surveyed the destroyed Reality around him and groaned aloud,

"You are not a creature that any universe can birth, what is an aberration like you doing inside her glorious body? You are a dragon dwelling inside a tiny pond, and if you are not careful, a slight shake of your body will shatter the pond. Still, it is a shame you cannot kill me, for my blessings go deeper than you know and nothing can take my throne. Not even something like you."

"Then is it…" Rowan was interrupted by the changes ongoing inside of him as he groaned feeling his spine shatter to pieces and regrow itself repeatedly, he could shut off the pain and move it to another consciousness, but he did not want to do that, pain and pleasure were both sides of the same coin, and he would experience all of it

Rowan gasped, "... is it all a scam? You can have no successor, and even after I destroy you, then I will not inherit all your mantle. That does not feel entirely fair, is it?"

The Narghal Tyrant frowned, "Do not besmirch my honor, Abomination. The prize is open for you to take, yet you are too weak to collect it. You have failed, a worthy successor would be found in the future, and it would not be you."

Rowan smiled, "Yeah, I was expecting something like this, what I have learnt in my short life is that anything worth doing is worth doing well. Taking your Throne is something worth doing, so don't think I will leave anything to chance."

The Narghal Tyrant laughed a bit, as his body began to fade, taking with him the Tribulation Ring, "Failure has made you mad, leave your foolish dreams behind Abomination, you are not enough."