The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1201

1201 Old Monsters

The Memory of the blue snake did not last for long, barely a fraction of a moment, it was as if its presence was too heavy to be carried by a sixth-dimensional Memory power and it faded into blue sparks and glinting mind dusts that were swept away by a gust of Time.

Despite the short time, Rowan had been able to glean lots of information from the blue snake, and it came from his bloodline of the Primordial Ouroboros, from which he sensed not anger or hunger as he had expected, but something close to sadness, and this more than anything, nearly freaked Rowan out.

There was only one thing that could affect his Primordial Ouroboros even while they were still dormant, and that was fragments of other Primordial Beasts' bloodlines that had been lost.

"When it rains, it pours," Rowan muttered to himself, he may not recognize this blue snake, but Labaletai did, and from the power he had to pull just to reveal a Memory of its presence, it may be at the peak of the sixth-dimensional level or even the seventh.

The only reason he believed this blue snake was not at the eighth was because such a power would simply tear Doom Star open and retrieve whatever they came for.

Entering this realm was supposed to be difficult, even for Labaletai, but from the talk with the Chaos Door previously, the reason he was able to find Rowan was because Rowan had left something behind that the Chaos Door could use to locate him.

He could feel it, like a wound pulsing inside the box, it took a surprising amount of effort not to rip open the box and take out what was calling for him so strongly. If he opened this box, perhaps the scales blocking out his sight would be pushed aside to a large extent.

Rowan had long kept the box, and now he stared at the Chaos Door with feigned fury, he simply could not find the strength to focus on this Chaos Door when a major part of his consciousness was screaming at him to focus on the box, yet this was the moment when he should take the most care,

"You have broken your code Chaos Door and brought trouble to my doorstep. Explain yourself Labaletai, or you will suffer for this transgression, your life being forfeit the least of the price you shall pay."

The eyes of the Chaos Door focused, the words of Rowan like a burning brand on his consciousness. No matter how shaken he was, he quickly put his mind in order, after all the time he had lived, Labaletai knew a credible threat when he heard one, especially from the likes of these old monsters. The only thing that might save him was a clear and concise retelling of the events that led to this moment, anything short would be a ticket to eternal damnation.

'Ultimately, this is all my fault for being too weak, I could die in the next few moments only because I was made a pawn without my knowledge. If there ever is a next life, I don't want to be vulnerable.'

With a steady voice, Labaletai began to recount the events that transpired in the inheritance Ground, without any prompting from Rowan he gave an account of all he knew about the Firstborns of Chaos, who the Mother of Poison was, and that yes, it was true that with their sovereignty over the bloodline of Chaos, that there was a possibility that she could have piggybacked his avatar all the way into this realm.

The more he spoke, the deeper he felt he was falling into the abyss, but he had no choice. In a case like this, the only way out was through. If Rowan was a seventh-dimensional old monster and was determined to kill him, it did not matter how many bodies he had or how long it would take him, the Chaos Door would be hunted to extinction.