The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1203

1203 My Luck, My Hope, My Home

Rowan looked around him, there was much to be done, and he had wanted to immediately summon the last part of his consciousness but with the box screaming in his consciousness, he knew it would not be wise to begin the confrontation with this realm's Will without finding out the secrets of the past.

Not willing to waste any second he sent a burst of information to the Shiik. He would be removing the time domain over the continent and integrating the golden giants with the temple maidens.

This would be a massive undertaking, but if anyone was able to perform this task, the Shiik, a fifth-dimensional Calamity goddess, was the perfect person for this role, Lost would be with her, a direct link to his consciousness if there was any reason to call his attention to anything.

With a wave of his hand, he recreated the Ascension Spear, it was still serving a valuable purpose for the golden giants, his Empyreans, and he descended into the depths of the continent. Miles inside the earth, Rowan thought that perhaps it would feel a bit nice if he could feel the weight of the earth.

His Ascendant Body responded and the earth around him tightened, each grain of dirt a hundred times heavier than a neutron star. Frozen under that ridiculous weight that was slowly compressing his armor, hence his soul, Rowan brought the box inside his Mental Space and observed every inch of it.

It was a gray medium box about 12 inches by 12 inches by 12 inches. There was no visible opening and for its diminutive size, the weight of it was impressive, about as heavy as an average star, about 1.989x10^30 kilograms.

Rowan perception searched for any opening but he could not find any, and he would be disappointed if he did. Closer observation showed him a series of runes fractals that after repeated examination he figured out were energy receptacles that were linked to him alone. There were nine of them and something about their shapes teases of mysteries that were unknown yet awfully familiar.

There were several of these receptacles, and although each was less than an inch across, closer observation would reveal they stretched for millions of miles.

Not knowing which sort of energy it wanted, on a whim Rowan summoned his soul energy.

With his soul at the fourth-dimensional level, the river of soul power he was receiving from his dormant dimension had transformed from a river to an ocean and the soul injuries he had incurred from the rage of the Eye of Time had already finished healing and the continual strengthening of his soul continued, if he wanted a soul that was worthy to house his dimensional flesh, it must be brought to a level that should be second only to the Primordial of the Soul herself and perhaps one day, exceed her.

His soul energy appeared in his dimension like a purple moon, its mysterious energy that was capable of infinite transformation sweeping through his mental space like a storm.

Rowan pushed his soul energy into the box, and one of the rune fractals lit up with a bright purple glow. The box shuddered and subtly rearranged itself, and suddenly it was a thousand times bigger.

Rowan paused for a moment, he figured out that he had just unlocked one of the rune fractals, and eager to finish the other eight, he looked at them closely, understanding that he needed another energy to unlock a second rune fractal and not his soul energy.

It did not take him long for him to figure it out, the sense of familiarity he was getting from these runes had increased after the first rune fractal was unlocked.

The second rune was giving him the sensation of hunger, endless hunger, and a mind as cold as the depths of an abyss, his Primordial Ouroboros bloodline. His dimensional flesh was dormant, and he could not draw any energy or essence from his bloodline, this would have been a problem, but he had a master key for problems like this.