The Primordial Record novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392 Spear of Flame

The moment Andar broke through the final barrier to reach the palm of the Chained god, all the Archmages of the Black Tower erupted, and the air around their projection began to warp as their supreme will was shattered by incredulity.

Many factors led to this point for Andar to be able to reach this place, and it may not necessarily be able to be repeated. The Tome Rowan used to rebuild Andar's body was from the essence of Six Ouroboros Serpents, and his flesh was remade using his Empyrean shell, he was unique.

He was not an Empyrean, but his potential was equal to one. The new changes inside Andar's Spirit Matrix all combined for him to be able to make it to the hand of the Chained god.

Untold trillions of miles away, the four Archmages of the Black Tower were shaken, and those in their company who were powerful figures noticed the abnormality.

"Is there anything wrong, Khasos." A genderless voice spoke, it was from the Oracle, and now this voice had a face, it was of a beautiful child with pink cheeks and short white hair who looked at least seven years old, but it was impossible to tell the gender.

He was standing before thirty-five powerful Archmages, and they were all in their real bodies.

Such a gathering was rare, and in tens of thousands of years, it would be quite difficult for this to happen. Each Archmage usually stuck to their Tower, and it would be quite impossible to push them away from their experiments and meditation.

They all sat on chairs carved from stone and metal on a floating meteoroid in space. This Meteoroid had a famed history and had existed even before the birth of this universe.

The two-headed Archmage grimaced, "Nothing to draw the attention of the council, we just had a minor matter during the Trials, and everything has been…"

Yet the meeting venue suddenly shook and as one, everyone looked towards the direction of the Black Tower, where the stars had begun to change.

This was a potent of considerable changes and all of them began to divine the direction of fate.

From so far away, a white pulse suddenly erupted from the Trial Ground of the Black Tower, but it could only be seen by those who had a certain level of power, as the light did not travel through real space but in dimensions greater than the present reality.

It spread far faster than light. A storm of such proportion that it would humble gods and Archmages.

It reached the gathering of Archmages and a stir went through their rank. It started as a disbelieving whisper until a storm exploded in their minds and as one they all turned to the Oracle.

"Can this be real?" An amazed voice called out. "Who would do this? Which Archmage tampered with the domain of the Supreme? Do they not fear her retaliation?"