The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1123

Chapter 1123: You Gave Us Sight

Rowan's soul shivered when he thought about the fate of the Primordial of Time, and even though Rowan had only found out a bit about what had truly happened to the Primordial of Time, his fate was grim. He had sought to rule over everything and when he had failed the Primordials had made sure that he had suffered a terrible price.

The chains that represented time were not one of its Aspects, instead, it was what the Primordials had used to bind the power of Will so it could be accessed by lower-dimensional creatures.

It was one of the greatest humiliations for a Primordial that the chains used to bind him had become the symbol of his power.

Even an average god would go insane if a bunch of mortals were using their body as a footstool to reach a greater height, and a being like the Primordial of Time would suffer a disgrace that was countless times worse.

If the Primordial had any perception left at all, then Rowan could only imagine the rage and madness that would be carried in his heart, but this was of no concern to him, what Rowan was feeling now was the rage and sorrow that was being born from his emerging bloodline, and instead of it influencing his mental state, it only irritated him.

He was used to the intricacies of holding powerful bloodlines and knew that they all came with their quirks that needed careful sturdy and if needed, then suppression, and he would only need to be careful about the influence of this bloodline for the moment until he awakened his dimensional flesh, at that time even if he did nothing, the suppression from his other three Primordial Bloodlines would batter the Bloodline of Time into submission.

With a shrug, Rowan dismissed the influence of the Primordial Bloodline and focused on the Anima before him, it was not a mistake that he was dragged to this place, there was always a purpose to these things, and usually, he would not have to wait for long before it was revealed, but he was not a newbie to these game, and instead of being shown, he would rather search it out for himself.

Rowan bent down and touched the palm of the Primordial and his perception entered within, he saw the direction he was to proceed with, it resembled an endless hole that led into mysteries unknown. Without any hesitation, Rowan plunged into it.

It was almost as if he was tearing his body into pieces and those little pieces were being torn into smaller pieces, and this trend continued the experience was unique, if Rowan would have to describe it.

He knew that time was passing by at a rate that was almost ridiculous, as the piece of his consciousness was hurtling into the past. The vortex his perception had entered was taking him to the past.

The last time he had an experience like this, it was Old Man Seed that had been taking him into history, but his present experience could not be compared to what he had undergone under the old man.

Rowan had been surprised at the speed Old Man Seed had used in bringing him to the end of the Primordial Era, but in comparison to the speed he was undergoing at the moment, Old Man Seed could as well be a tortoise racing against a lightning bolt.

His tearing consciousness could only be sustained by his soul; which he kept upgrading at a frantic pace because nothing else could sustain such a consumption, his soul was being used as fuel to bring him to the past.