The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1114

Chapter 1114 To Take A Name

Going back to Forging after nearly a million years was far more enjoyable than Rowan remembered, and there was the added challenge of his present state of being.

Rowan had transformed into one of the strangest Ascendants in existence, and for a while, he marveled at his new form and he did not know whether he should laugh or cry at his body.

Well for one, unlike other Ascendants his present form did not take the form of shadow and light as a normal Ascendant usually takes, it was the opposite, he became solid… too solid. Rowan's body took the form of a golden mountain that from afar resembled a spear.

His present size was dictated by the number of children he had below who had a piece of his Natal Treasure inside all of them, and Rowan situated himself at the center of the city, from where he could monitor everything around with a glance.

Without arms or eyes but with his powerful soul and spirit that was free to roam, Rowan was not delayed in his pursuit, and every single moment was spent in preparation.

He completed the building of this city two months back, and a week after he allowed all of the Blood Blessed to awake from their slumber.

The experience of falling asleep in a blighted land and awakening in what could be considered paradise was certainly entertaining, especially for Rowan. He had expected that the impact it would have on the Blood Blessed would be monumental, but he had still underestimated the fervor that would grip them all.

After suffering nearly a million years in hell, suddenly being brought to heaven would shake even the coldest of hearts.

After reaching a point in his life where miracles were as easy for Rowan to achieve by just thinking about it, the sheer awe in the hearts of his children as they awakened into paradise made his soul gladden. There was a purity in their happiness that had slowly been stripped away from the lives of so many in all of reality, both inside Doom Star and outside of it, and Rowan found out that he wanted to protect this purity.

The joys of billions of individuals washed over him and he partook of this happiness, and the flames of his soul thickened.

The worship that he had enjoyed as a creator for so long was wasted because he had no means to harness this dimension of energy without a soul, and now it was distinguishable.

The happiness he was experiencing from communing with his children was different from what he had previously experienced because at those moments he was simply connected to them, making their happiness his own, but this time, although he still had that connection, he now had a distinct feeling of happiness that was all his own.

The evolution of his soul continued, and in a short while the power of his soul exploded again, reaching a new realm, as the flames of his soul resembled a white flame before began to gain a shade of gold.

Rowan remembered the precise moment the first Blood Blessed had opened his eyes, it was a man of about eighty years old who had lived most of his life in the mines and had suffered catastrophic injury over the course of nearly sixty-eight years of endless labor.

The feeling in his heart when he heard the voice of their creator was distinct, and even though in his heart he knew that everything he felt was true, the years of suffering had made him disbelieve any sort of warmth in his life, for he was among the few who had believed in hope, it was one of the reasons he could get married so many time and have children. He wanted more to this life than one of suffering and death. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}