The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1220

Chapter 1220: Realm Breaking Battle

The Eye of Time was not idle all these while, for even as it walked towards Rowan, the chanting it had been making since the beginning of this encounter had never ended, and a mile from Rowan, its spell was completed, and then it was revealed why it took so much time and risk its existence in this realm to summon this spell.

"This move has a fraction of its power, but boy, I have slaughtered Primordial Beasts with it."

The body of the Third Prince began to crack as if it could not contain the massive power that he had just summoned. This revealed to Rowan the situation of all the countless mortals and Ascendant in the Time Blight. They had all been shrunken and their bodies twisted into horrifying facsimiles of gears and cogs, as the Eye of Time recreated a fraction of its previous powers with the flesh of mortals and Ascendants.

Purple smoke began to stream out of its eyes, nose, and mouth, gathering behind him and it converged to create a barely discernible phantom of the Primordial of Time and Evil.

It was ephemeral, almost invisible, and if Rowan had not seen the bloodline source of Time and intimately knew all the physical details of this Primordial, he would have thought it was a trick of the light.

The roars of the beasts of wrath in the skies above finally woke up the eyes of the realm, and the hundreds of eyes beamed down in fury, but a pulse erupted from the phantom of the Primordial of Time and the eyes of heaven were shredded to pieces, only their furious roars lingered.

The realm went still, Time went mad as it seemed to have gained a will of its own, and except for Rowan whose path of Time was separated from the path of the previous Primordial of Time, all Chains of Will bounding Time inside Doom Star was rendered ineffective.

The realm began to develop fractures at the seams because the normal flow of Time was interrupted, in countless corners of the realm, time became strange, some flowing backward, and some areas were entirely devoid of the concept of time, as countless Time Storms ravaged the realm.

Rowan Ascendant bodies had to brace against space so as not to be swept into the Time Storms.

Excitement... Fear... Happiness... Rowan's soul throbbed with pain and expectation. It was moments like these that made everything with it... every sacrifice.

The shade of the Primordial had no legs, but hundreds of massive tentacles that resembled the twisted root of a tree, and it raised a hand and pointed at Rowan, who immediately responded by unleashing the spell he had also created by using his 33,000 streams of time. Whatever move he could ever make, the phantom of the Primordial of Time and Evil would always reach him faster, from the get-go, Rowan had fallen into a disadvantage.

The same pulse that shattered the eyes of the realm in the heavens above swept towards Rowan, and this time, it was concentrated and not dispersed, enhancing the power of the action a thousand times over.

The 33,000 beasts of Wrath responded even faster than Rowan, their nature as sentient weapons enabling them to match the phantom of a Primordial.

From their mouths came a ball of golden energy, a thousand times brighter than the sun, and countless times hotter, holding immense telekinetic powers; all of these powers were borne from the merger with Rowan, for the Beasts of Wrath's abilities came from the links with their hosts.

Their retaliatory move was perfectly aligned and all 33,000 orbs of Wrath slammed into each other, seamlessly converging into a single orb that was further streamlined into a broad beam of force.