The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1577

Chapter 1577: You Have Grown

He was going through so much trouble to create a place to hold a sliver of the consciousness of a Primordial for a short while, but Rowan was not displeased. Instead, it indicated to him the severity of the enemies he was about to challenge.

At first, Rowan wanted to hold the meeting at the Inheritance Ground of Chaos, where a literal throne of this Primordial was waiting, but that would have left a lot of power in the Primordial’s hands, and he did not understand all the hidden mysteries of that realm to place himself before a vulnerable position like that.

Rowan could risk walking on other Primordial Realms with his physical body because they were still in slumber, but the Inheritance Ground of Chaos was a no-go area for him.

Also, Rowan wanted to display a degree of competency that should allow a Primordial to address him in a manner that befits his present abilities. Even if their alliance were a farce, no Primordial would deem him worthy of their attention if he was not able to create a meeting ground where they could meet up.

Rowan created this dimension in the Nothingness, using the fragments of a shattered dimension that was roving around in this place as a base. Before long, under the hands of a million Angels, a realm with a single enormous red moon above appeared seemingly out of nothing.

This red moon was significant because it was under the light of a similar red moon that he acquired the blood of Primordial Chaos. Rowan was not aware of how much this Primordial knew about him before this moment. Still, he knew that it was at this time that he had unknowingly brought the influence of this Primordial into his being. If not for the aid of the Primordial Record, Rowan would be firmly tied under the power of Primordial Chaos.

In this realm, there was only a single structure. It resembled a coliseum but was extremely large, which meant it stretched across light years; an immortal would look at it and believe they were looking at an entire galaxy.

Inside this coliseum were the statues of Angels and Demons, the number of which was in the billions. The breath of Creation was in these statues, meaning they could be animated at any moment.

These statues have a unique history because they were made from the bodies and flames of the million angels who built this dimension, the lowest among them being an Archangel. It could not be helped; a dimension that could hold a Throne of a Primordial could not be built out of any random material, and Rowan had to sacrifice so many of his children to make it happen.

This would also serve as a statement of his resolve. No other Primordial understood the love Rowan had for his children quite like Primordial Chaos, and when he sees the lengths Rowan was willing to go to to achieve his goals, he understands that some moves against him would be futile.

In the center of the coliseum was a single throne made from green wood and red flames, which was empty at this moment.

Everything was set in place; the only thing left was the final ingredient: Primordial Essence.

It was the most critical piece needed to build this dimension, and as it turned out, it was the material that Rowan had a lot of in hand. Everything up to this moment could be seen as the creation of a mold to hold a Primordial Being, and Primordial Essence would become the Essence of the realm.

He had the knowledge but not the power, and for now, this Essence taken from outside of Reality would have to do. In time, Rowan envisioned that his Ether and Essence would become powerful enough to rival Primordial Essence, but before then, this would serve.

The consciousness inside the flames could barely survive a few moments before the weight of this space crushed it into nothing.