The Primordial Record novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389 Changes In The Spirit Matrix

This place was not somewhere they should stay for long. Suddenly she had no desire to reach for the Supreme Meditation Art. To be able to reach this point was good enough, anything more almost felt… heretical.

Mira quickly realized that without the assistance of Andar and the Limit Breakers, it would have been impossible for her to reach this point, and she would have had to settle for the most basic Heavenly Fate Meditation Art, Revolving Core.

The Rank 0 Scripts she had with her would have never been enough for her to reach this place, even if she carried ten times more on her body. No wonder her old man had been smiling at her request to reach this level, well she made it, but she was lucky, and she did not want to ask for more, all she wanted was for Andar to be alright, whatever happened to him, was not good… she felt scared of him and for him.

The final blows Andar made were around peak Rank 1 offensive Scripts in strength, and he had to launch blows of that level dozens of times.

Andar stood with his head bowed, and she came closer, when Mira attempted to touch him, she recoiled with a heart-wrenching scream and fell to the floor where she nearly peed on herself as she rolled around on the floor in pain.

Mira had touched a bit of the red gas surrounding his body and she discovered that the gas was nothing but pure pain given form.

Decency was soon relinquished as her mind went blank, her eyes rolled into her head and she became lost in the most horrific experience of her life. She felt as if her body were being pulled apart, piece by piece, and the pain from the experience was magnified until it was everything that she could feel.

If someone had offered her death at this moment, she would have gladly accepted.

The chanting in her mind that was unconsciously being recited inside her head was the only thing that kept her sanity, also the understanding that whatever she was feeling, Andar must be experiencing it a hundred times worse than her.

How was he still sane and functioning? How was he even alive?

A continuous loud bang drew her from her mind, 'surely he could not be attempting to still reach the next level.' Mira's battered mind could hardly grasp that concept.

Mira peered through eyes that were filled with tears, she could hardly open them because the pain with every tiny motion she made was excruciating, even her hair strands were feeling pain!

Yet the thought of what Andar might be doing made her look.

She saw Andar's back.

For a fourteen-year-old, he was taller than average but his shoulders were not broad, but it did not stop the feeling of strength and sheer madness that he was emanating.

She was right. He was hitting the ground to get to the hand of the Chained god. This Mad Lad was going for the Supreme Meditation Art against all odds.