The Primordial Record novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155 Breaking The Curse (final)

He may not really understand what he was doing, but his body was trying to mimic humanity, but he was no longer human. Perhaps if he was an Empyrean truly birthed by the universe, then he would have been given all the needed guidance suitable for one of his esteemed bloodline.

Even the Primordial Record ability to duplicate any bloodline was not perfect. It could give him a beyond perfect copy of a bloodline, but certain inheritance that could bolster the bloodline were not included.

Yet, the implacable will of his bloodline was present, and it was heightened further by his endless evolution of the bloodline.

An Empyrean blood was already far more noble than anything existing in the universe, it was the pinnacle of creation, what more his current bloodline that had been given opportunities to evolve beyond what any universe could suitably handle.

The potency of his bloodline was unmatched, and although it was still young and not fully developed, it was still frighteningly powerful, and Rowan was only able to keep certain instincts of his bloodline in check because of certain qualities of his soul.

But, Rowan was a giant that had shrunk himself to fit the tiny image of a man, not by any conscious fault of his own, it was because it was the only thing he knew how to be.

No one else had shown him any other path, he had been thrust into this life, and he was making the best of it.

He talked like a man, ate like a man, fought like a man… he had been pushing aside what made him truly different. Suppressing his instinct.

To disperse this curse that had made him feel this detested weakness, he finally released the leash on his bloodline because as a man, it was always normal to hold back.

No man had infinite vitality, or could regenerate from every wound. No one would use maximum effort for every task because there was no way the body could safely handle such strains.

Rowan had not really gotten the time to get used to this new reality of his, but he was a quick learner, perhaps in a decade or centuries from now he would learn of this truth about his bloodline.

For it was not a matter of if, but of when. This should have been the proper method of development for him, as he would use the blade of time to scrape away the lingering traces of humanity in his soul.

But, life hardly flows according to the best laid paths.

His attempt to burn the curse from his body, made his suppressed Empyrean bloodline rebel. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}

The glow from his body increased, and Rowan seemed to be transformed into a being of solid gold. A thought occurred to him, and he knew that this form he was in currently, should be his normal condition of being—Not as a handsome, blond hair man—The vestige of the dead price, Rowan Kuranes, but a being of light and endless glory, but that thought was soon lost under the mounting roar from his bloodline.

He had infinite vitality, upgrading his bloodline only made his unending vitality more powerful, as each level he ascended towards deepened the potency of his bloodline.

Rowan had previously speculated on burning his entire bloodline and had never tried to do so, because of control, else he would be what he was now; a being of solid light, untouchable, beyond even a god.

His instinct told him if he had always maintained this state, which was one where he always burned his vitality, the curse would have never taken its root in him. After all, he was the only one who would be able to do something as crazy as this.

What other creature could boast of infinite vitality?

Before his light, the mountain slowly began transforming into a metal that resembled gold but was far harder than diamond, and his golden light penetrated it, and began to spread.

The curse lasted longer than he thought, but before the full might of his Empyrean blood, it broke and fled, wrenching itself from his body with a bitter cry.