The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1121

Chapter 1121: Soul Blood

Rowan felt the flame of his soul begin to vibrate rapidly and it began to lose mass because he could no longer hold himself together in pain like he had experienced only once before when his soul was previously under threat of dissipation from the Primordial Keepers, but this time it was a million times more pronounced.

However, this was all distant as the screaming from Time ravaged him to the core.

The voice that was both familiar and utterly alien pierced through Rowan's Soul and before he could comprehend what was happening, the entire stream of time arose from the higher dimensions, and they gushed towards his flame.

Rowan tried to pull back, to leave this space where the dimensions held away, but he was too late. Time curled around him like a snake, and then without any fanfare, it plunged into his flame.

His heart had once described Time as music that was soft and lilting, yet heavier than a universe. Rowan was finding out how much he had understated this weight.

"BOOM!!!"

Time filled up his soul and Rowan screamed as he was torn apart at the seams, no matter how powerful his soul was, equal to the Ascendant suns in this realm, Time was so much more. The calculating part of his mind that could never be shut off despite the ungodly pain as his soul was rent to pieces rapidly went into play, as a million possibilities were created and discarded until he arrived at the only conclusion, and no matter how insane this conclusion had now turned out to be, Rowan knew it was his only chance for survival.

The crazy plan was simple, bear the weight of Time.

It sounded insane but Rowan knew that he was about to be torn into pieces, but he was still holding, and that meant he could make his soul stronger to match the intensity of Time pouring into him.

Without access to Soul Energy, such a thing would be considered insanity, but Rowan had not been using the full power of his Soul Energy to grow his soul, because he never placed all his eggs in one basket, danger could erupt at any moment and in a snap, he would need to have an infinity tool that he could use when the moment called for it.

Presently he was using just ten percent of his total allotment of Soul Energy Flow to beef up his soul constantly, and now he increased this channel seventy percent at once.

His screaming stopped and his soul seemed to expand rapidly before compressing and this time the white of his Soul Flame acquired a tinge of blue.

Time still rushed unceasingly into his soul, but Rowan had now become a container that could never be filled up, it did not matter how much Time poured into his soul, he could handle it. The pain was horrendous, and he was at the edge of dissipation, but standing at the edge was no longer something new for him, he thrived in this place.

With the threat of death handled, it was not surprising that Rowan's fury erupted, but he did not allow it to consume him, as he knew that what was happening was not considered normal.