The Primordial Record novel Chapter 665

Chapter 665 Retrieving The Page

Rowan could barely hold this amount of realities in one place, in addition to the fact that this body was being eradicated, every single moment that passed he was losing thousands of Blood Mort.

What first appeared to be a small cloud filled with buzzing smoke suddenly expanded and covered countless miles, drowning the figures of the Archmage's shattering Towers and even Andar in the distance.

It was as if a red sea had appeared that covered this entire section of the Underverse, filling this area with a noxious stench that had a harsh smell of blood.

The first of his Consciousness followed the greatest purpose he came here for—the page of the Primordial Record.

A relatively small cluster of Blood Mort that was the collective size of a river plunged into the ground, their activities hidden by the vast array of insects filling this entire region, and their activities went unnoticed.

These insects barely penetrated past a hundred thousand feet of bones before they broke through into a cave that Rowan quickly discovered was the skull of a long-dead titan.

The river of Blood Mort quivered in satisfaction as the contender sigh from a billion mouths resounded at once.

Hovering in the air was the page of the Primordial Record.

It was wrapped in red slimy energy that resembled veins. This slimy energy moved around the page creating countless barbs that attempted to dig into the page, their presence served as both a barrier blocking the perception of anyone from reaching this place and suppressing the page of his Primordial Record.

He quickly realized that except for those with powerful Intents or Will, it would be nearly impossible to detect this page of the Primordial Record, this was perhaps the only advantage of this energy from his father that was wrapped around the Singularity.

This energy was not Intent but it was also not Will either, it was something different, like the distorted reflection of what an Intent or Will was supposed to be.

This was not strange now to him because he knew his father was just a Reflection, and even though he hated him, Rowan had to admit that he was certainly impressive when it came to the application and creation of power.

The damned bastard might have just managed to create something phenomenal using the limited resources available to him, after all, he doubted if a Reflection was supposed to be able to create Intent or even Will, but his father had found a way around that barrier.

Recognizing how difficult it was to create something seemingly out of nothing, Rowan did not deny the achievement of his father.