The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1084

Chapter 1084: Tribulation?

Rowan could feel the fierce wave of energy arising behind him and he smiled. The breath of his bloodline was rising, and even though this path would cause him countless complications in the future, he just could not find the strength to care. This realm had fucked with him for long enough.

With that snap of his finger, he knew he had made a choice about his path going forward. It was war, it would always be war, but on his terms this time, not following the games of the past. Damn them all, he had his fill!

By some miracle he had regained his soul, he did not yet understand how, but he had gotten a second chance and Rowan was not going to waste it.

He had lost and had been broken, but from the ashes, something no one would ever expect had arisen. His speed of descent increased.

He went deeper into the ground, passing millions of mutated Calamity serpents with corrupted strands of his bloodline, and with his touch they all rushed above to be slaughtered. He was taking what was his from those that have stolen it. This bastardized version of his serpents was no longer permitted to exist.

Rowan had decided to make these lost children his own, and that meant cleansing their bodies of every sign of Ascendancy, fully making them the children of the Primordial Ouroboros, to make that possible, he had decided to make this entire continent, which was the bodies of the Avatar of the Primordial Ouroboros to become their food.

His presence in this continent would act as a great filter, and as every Blood Bound kills the Calamity serpents he would use the Aura in the bodies of the Calamities as fuel to refine the Ouroboros Bloodline inside their serpent bodies and deliver them into the body of his children.

With more of his bloodline entering their bodies, it would not be long before its tyrannical nature consumed every bit of Ascendancy Aura in their bodies. They would be Blood Bound no longer but Children of the Ouroboros, and by that time they would be able to see his face.

Rowan suddenly halted his descent, there was nothing in front of him but rocks, it would appear that he had come to the end of his journey, but Rowan was not looking at the rocks, which were nothing but a mirage, but through it. Inside the mirage was a massive space, not a cavern or an underground valley, but an entire stretch of empty space where you could fit in multiple planets and even a star if he wanted.

This space appeared utterly alien to this realm, for there were massive trees growing within the space with roots that pierced into nothingness, making the entire bottom portion of the space appear like a jungle that stretched for millions of miles. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

Hovering above the forest was a single massive object, a silver bracelet the size of a star. A lost memory he had forgotten slammed into his consciousness like a brick wall and Rowan flinched, for the method the memory appeared was strange as if he had fulfilled a series of requirements before he gained access to it. Rowan understood that if he had not gained a soul he would never have gained this memory, for it was buried inside his newly birthed soul. He saw a man, at least thirteen feet tall, with long white hair and a beard, and his eyes were completely white as if he was blind. He was heavily muscled, wearing white wraps around his body that did not hide his godlike physique. In the lines of his face, Rowan saw similarities in his features that reminded him of his own.

"Old Man Seed!"