The Primordial Record novel Chapter 610

Chapter 610 I Hate....

With every breath he took, the damaged Chamberd slowly healed, and the bleeding from Knowledge Well gradually eased as it began to remake itself anew, what he had been forging would have killed hundreds of gods and Archmages with the mental load, but Rowan could mend.

That portion of his gifts would never leave him. He could heal even from death, and soon if he succeeded and ascended a few more Circles, then death would become a footnote he would be leaving far behind, his troubles would now be different.

Yet even while he rested, the remnants of his consciousness did not stop exploring the possibilities he now had access to as a Nascent Primordial. His Empyrean Sight was slowly transforming and Rowan knew that sooner or later it would become Primordial Sight.

Like an immature limb, his broken consciousness waded through space, time, and matter. Every moment was a learning opportunity for him.

It was hard to describe with words. Rowan knew if he was a Dominator, then this level he was in would be a Pyre Lord, at this step, one would begin gathering knowledge of the mysteries of the elements that were suited for their bloodline.

A Tiberius Family Dominator would focus on the flesh, uncovering the mysteries of it, as they strive to strengthen their bodies and their understanding of how to make it perform exactly the way they wanted.

A Boreas family Dominator would delve deeper into the mysteries of ice, lightning, wind, and so on, if they gathered enough knowledge into their Pyre, the flames would converge and transform into a rudimentary form of Intent, at this level, they would become Earth gods, only a step from Divinity.

Rowan was different. His status as a Nascent Primordial with the Sheol bloodline meant he had a perfect understanding of the elements.

This was the gift that was awakened in him when he reached this level. If he wanted he could wield lightning and flames, but that did not mean he could control it. What it meant was that he could easily master any power that the universe he was inside contained, without any limits.

Yet as a Nascent Primordial, his true path lay in the power of Dimensions. This was a unique power that even the gods, demons, and archmages had no power over until they reached a certain level.

Rowan knew the direction of his growth was the sturdy of Dimensional powers, that was the only way to truly combat the top powers, and every other thing was fluff.

The next Dimension that occupied his thought was the fourth Dimension, which was Time.

He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain wrecking the entirety of his being as he concentrated on mastering Time.

A sense of deep awe had arisen in the hearts of everyone present here. Rowan was a force of nature. This was the least of the methods you could describe him with.

His every move was made with perfect confidence and sheer power that stunned everyone who came in contact with him. He was like a massive wave that swept everything along with him, and anyone here would gladly follow him till death.

This was clear when dozens of Scribes perished a short while back, none of the rest felt any faltering in their Spirits, and they acknowledged that they were all serving a great one.

However, what had been happening for the past few months, especially the last three weeks, shocked them to their core.