The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1221

Chapter 1221: Beneath The Curtains

From the vaunted Spires of the Celestials to the deepest reaches of the Great Abyss... From the emerald fields of the Land of Miracles to the endless Arcane Labyrinth...

From the Inheritance Ground of Chaos to the Gates of Oblivion...

From the Council of Magus to the Titans Reaches...

Outer dimensional entities, rogue powers, and every dimension in existence heard the cries of Doom Star.

Rowan's battles were no longer in the dark, from the moment he began to actively use and access his higher dimensional capabilities, the Primordial Record could no longer hide him from reality.

The presence of a being like Rowan was a pandora's box. His abilities were unprecedented, and it would shake all of existence to the core if they knew what one individual had become capable of, calling into question what power really meant, and if those that were chasing it, had only been holding on to the shadows of the real thing.

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Rowan's Ascendant body was blasted away, compressed by forces far beyond his control and the roar from the Beast of Wrath as it strove to protect him was lost amidst the confusion of being at the center of one of the most powerful unveiling of force that had ever occurred, covered in the golden fur of Wrath, he was cushioned from the full effect of the blast.

Even as the cries of the beast of wrath grew weaker and its form grew hazy, Rowan could not help but focus on what just happened, knowing he had seen the greatest advantage of his infinite soul. It might not yet have the power to unleash such potent Primordial forces, but it had all the keys to where those powers were found.

No soul at his level should have been to have the capacity to not only understand every single Intent in existence but on the spur of the moment, merge an entire Aspect of it into a single

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With a last mournful howl, the beast of wrath dissipated, transforming into its base form of a ring and flipping onto his finger, exposing Rowan to... chaos. If he did not have a firm sense of who he was, then at this moment he would have become entirely lost.

He was seeing everything and nothing at the same time. The past, future, and a million other realities that should exist and could never exist, and all of this was wrapped in lightning, fire, and darkness, or at least, these were the closest elemental forces that he could associate with them.

The voice of the Third Prince echoed in the chaos, "Hmmm.... This feels familiar, after so long, I taste the air of home. Is this the feeling I crave? Is this home?"

The voice jolted Rowan away from the chaos and gave him focus, reminding him that he was still in a battle for his life.