The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1587

Chapter 1587: Realm Blade

Primordial Chaos missed the opportunity to stop Rowan from reaching the seventh-dimensional level with a single well-placed strike.

Rowan’s ability to detect the Primordial and strike at the perfect moment was not a fluke. In the short moments he had fought Bahamut and observed the movements of Primordial beings, his talent as an unprecedented warrior whose comprehension was unmatched had begun to rapidly decipher the patterns in the flow of battle.

Higher-dimensional beings treated space and time as mere backdrops to their glory, and their movements exceeded the concept of speed and direction. Fighting them required a potent understanding of wielding the higher-dimensional perceptions beyond all known limits.

He had not yet perfected this process; it would take him a long time and multiple battles to achieve such a thing, but Rowan was already on the path, and Primordial Chaos was the first of many to taste his blade.

With what he was capable of, this would be the weakest strike he would ever make. Every successive blow that came from Rowan would always be more decisive than the last.

Rowan had to hide the full range of his talents for a long time. He was like a beggar with the treasure of an entire empire, and he needed to be careful how much he showed, or else he would be robbed of his inheritance.

It was hard to hold back and suffer countless abuses, and with his endurance, Rowan would have been willing to hold back until he had reached the ninth dimensional level, but then Seed killed his maid and murdered his people, torturing billions and making sure that their soul origin perished alongside them.

A line was crossed inside the Land of Miracles that could no longer be backed out.

The time for subtlety was over, and Rowan was determined to no longer hold back. If Primordial Chaos had been aware of Rowan’s mindset, he would have immediately attacked and not wasted any time in trying to negotiate a more favorable position.

Already used to their omnipotence and omniscience, Primordial Chaos and Bahamut could not help but look down on Rowan at the beginning, and he had made them regret that action.

He had his Fate in hand, and his destiny was not far from him.

There was a time when Rowan was patient and willing to turn the other cheek, but that time has passed.

On the day he knew and perfected his destiny, that would be when he became a ninth-dimensional being, and all of Creation, all of Reality, would tremble at his name.

The unique Origin of Fate entered his Origin Land via his dimensional flesh. For an instant, Rowan’s consciousness seemed to freeze, but that was because the sheer amount of information filling it had reached an unprecedented level. The transformation of his flesh went into overdrive.

He unconsciously drew his dimensional soul from his Destroyer to aid him in this moment, and his mind, led by instincts beyond his understanding, began to assess the portions of his strength that he had always been keeping under wraps. It was time to merge and improve.

A part of him knew that a great battle and a profound slaughter was about to take place, and he was readying for it.

In this Reality, it was unknown if there was any immortal who could hold a single Title of this level, because unlike any other immortal, Rowan’s chosen Titles could evolve, increasing their powers and the weight they carried. Even if he wanted, he could not give a single one of his titles to a normal immortal, or they would be crushed to nothing.