The Primordial Record novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226 Avartar of Eve... Ascend!

His growth paused and he nearly screamed in anger. Then seeing the reason he took a while for him to settle, and he saw a restriction to his Ascension to Incarnation.

Every new upgrade in the State of change requires him to select a new path to upgrade his powers and he could not blow through the first great circle without choosing his next steps.

There were two methods he could use to reach Incarnation, the first was to assimilate at least thirty-three minor worlds and using the energy from all off them to build his Incarnation, or the second which was to enter his Bloodline Source once more and connect to his Primogenitor—The first Ouroboros Serpent, and use their Essence as his Incarnation.

Two choices, one would mean total independence from any power that may seek to hold sway over him, and the other would lead to an easy fix. He knew getting an Incarnation from a Primogenitor could be easy, but that would be wasting the potential of his ability.

He was in a unique position to walk a path never before treaded by anyone else, and with his potential, it would be pitiful for him to select anything lesser. Of course the difficulty of seeding at least thirty-three worlds would be difficult, but he would prevail. Gathering six billion energy points was a monumental task, yet he accomplished it, this one would be no different.

He did not have only one bloodline, however, so that meant he could continue getting stronger even while planning on the methods he would use to assimilate worlds, he had the beginning of a plan, and Jarkarr was central to that strategy.

He called up the Avatar of Eve bloodline and the eyes of the Lady of Shadow lit up, it shone with a purple light, so bright it extended for more than five feet in front of her, she was the size of a small cat in comparison to his seventy-five feet body.

Rowan growled, "Avatar of Eve… Ascend!"

A black glow shone from the forehead of Rowan, and he fell into darkness. A voice froze him in place, and for the first time since he surpassed the Mortal State, he felt like an ant before a thunderstorm.

The Language the voice spoke was unfamiliar, and it took his complete language mastery some time to decipher the words, and still, it still felt strange in his perception.

" yσυ ￠αηησт ?s￠αρ? ??σм м? ￠нιl?…

θвlινιση нαs αlωαys в??η yσυя вιятняιgнт

Пσ мαтт?я нσω ?αя yσυ яυη ?яσм м?, I sнαll вυяη αll ?χιsт?η￠? υηтισ ι ?ιη? yσυ…

They had varied shapes and form with some of them defying the concept of physique and only existing as light or darkness, and they all knelt before the throne, and a million billion eyes focused on it. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}