The Primordial Record novel Chapter 541

Chapter 541 Soul Origin

Rowan knew the total number of mortal creatures he had killed since his Transmigration, and that number did not bother him much, but during moments like now, he wondered if there would ever be a number that would break him.

Or perhaps instead of breaking him, they would become meaningless. A grim statistic in his ledger that was dripping red.

Unlike the Soul of Murrihm which he presently froze inside his primordial Sea of Darkness and was now being slowly consumed, the mortals were different, their soul was stable but lacked the strength of a god, and he did not really need to digest them.

Yet something was different about this soul harvest… something unexpected that his many consciousnesses struggled to find how he had been able to achieve this change.

Rowan's golden eyes went a bit pale as billions of screaming souls shrouded by an aura of desolation plunged into his Mental Space, drawn towards the City of Sheol like a moth to a fire.

His Nascent Primordial Bloodline, the City of Sheol suddenly transformed into a field of lush grass filled with flowers and trees holding large fruits, sparkling rivers flowing with scented waters and honey. It was an image of paradise that would make the heart of anyone relax in the sheer enjoyment of its beauty.

The Souls that were previously filled with rage and despair gathered around this field in their multitude, and Rowan saw they became filled with peace.

The sight of billions of souls of men, women, and children of various races, tribes, and cultures all clustered around the City of Sheol was shocking, and only when brought together would the full enormity of their numbers be truly seen.

For endless miles they crowded, their clustered bodies packed so right, that their only distinguishing feature was their heads.

A long sigh went through the crowd that was akin to the last breath a man gives at the edge of death, and as one, they willingly offered all the energies their soul had to give.

Rowan was shocked when the first mortal who gave up his energy stepped on the field of grass and his body transformed into a glowing orb of light that came to settle on the grass, and the City of Sheol became fractionally brighter.

This moment seemed incredibly holy. A profound sense of mystery shrouded his city and an understanding was beginning to dawn inside Rowan's mind, but for the moment he could not touch it.

This process continued among the billions of souls, each rushing to enter his city, the happiness in their eyes could not be denied.

There was an impossible grace and nobility each soul seemed to gain when they reached the fields of Sheol.

The glowing orbs began to fill the entirety of the fields in their billions, and the many colored lights they emitted began to cause a great change in the Primordial Sea of Darkness, as a greater amount of its black water began to be converted into Ambrosia, that clear and sparkling water that appeared to be filled with starlight.