The Primordial Record novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167 Palace of Ice

Rowan watched as the bodies of birds fell from the skies for miles around, all under the triumphant roars of the Ouroboros Serpents who flew through the air, uncaring and savage in their unearthly might.

In his previous life, judging by their current speed, his Ouroboros Serpents would have been able to wipe out every single life form on his planet within five hours or less, every human, birds, fishes, everything that walked on land or lived in the sea, they could kill, just by circling the planet.

Rowan knew, except for Minor planets with Dominators of the Second Circle or higher, he would be able to wipe out all life on that planet. He had not even stepped into the Rift State yet.

I am no human.

I am a Plane Walker. My soul has traveled through the eternal void between universes, and I am unique in all of creation.

I am Chaos Blood. The blood of chaos runs through my veins. I neither have a beginning nor an end. I am endless and all powerful, and before my presence all rules are broken.

I am a Reality Butcher. My tongue has tasted the blood of the universe, and my ears have heard her cries, inside me lies the lamentation of a fallen universe.

It was not even two minutes, but Rowan was sure that millions of beasts were already dead. The Ouroboros Serpents focused on creatures that were at the Incarnation State, as only those could fill the gaps in their teeth.

Most surprising however that of all the golden beasts in the horde, none of them were higher than the Incarnation State. If not for the vision of his, Rowan might have never known that there were creatures from his bloodline that were in a higher realm.

There was a certain mysterious organization at work here, and he knew these creatures got smarter the higher their powers grew. He would not be surprised if they had a real army, not just the horde roaming the surface of the planet.

The real enemy here had not bared its fangs. Recalling the image of that dragon, Rowan wondered if it was the same dragon that tried to devour him the moment he was in his weakest state and falling down from the sky after the Teleportation.

The Ouroboros Serpent began moving faster. Their massive size was by no way an indication of their speed, and after an internal debate between them where they divided the few hundred Incarnation state beasts between themselves, Rowan nearly smiled when he saw they gave most of the prey to the Last Born—The Six Eyed Ouroboros.

They split up and charged, their speed and mass shattering the skies, and creating a massive shockwave so powerful, it crushed everything above and below them. Rowan almost lost himself in their might, as they were all extensions of him.

Rowan smiled in satisfaction and closed his eyes. The progress on his bloodline limit has increased, and currently it sits at 7,300. He tried not to imagine how insane that number was.

At the Mortal State level, this bloodline had no equals. His Ouroboros Bloodline was already so powerful, and they had needed far less than these amounts of Soul points in the Mortal State.

Yet such a powerful bloodline did not bring as much joy as it would at first brought him, he only felt the weight of responsibility. He had struggled to control a lesser Omnipotent bloodline, could he control this one better?

He marshalled his thoughts, reminding himself what he was, any doubts were the last fading sparks of the mortal mind of Rowan Kuranes the man.

Not only that, but he had all the tools required for his growth, and his willingness to upgrade this bloodline was at the peak. If the Primordial Keepers had bloodlines that were beyond those of the Empyrean in the material universe, then he would just have to go beyond their bloodlines.

Create something beyond them.

Only… Rowan had a slight frown on his face, the shadow behind him was beginning to change.

The palm of the shadow grabbed him and intertwined with his own as if they were lovers.