The Primordial Record novel Chapter 799

Chapter 799 Enemies At The Gate

This path would not be the one that he would choose, but it was the only viable option in front of him.

He would need to slaughter trillions of mortals and godly beings to gain the resources that he needed for his evolution, and he needed to be quick. His slaughter would have to take place in a portion of the universe that was heavily populated.

There was no consideration of whether he should risk himself and reveal his full might to the universe instead of killing so many mortals and immortals. In twenty or so years when the tainted blood of the universe reached the surface of reality, its vitality leeching properties would wipe out every life in the universe.

If their deaths could serve him now, it would be the best option for them. Rowan would keep their Soul Origin safe, freeing them from a destiny of endless reincarnation without choice.

He was already down a million Spirit Guises and he could not keep the Forge in one piece for long. He had made his decision and he had suitable targets in mind.

The galactic Superclusters that could be found towards the center of the universe. This region was a bustling portion of the universe filled with great powers that Rowan had not had the opportunity to explore.

He had heard of countless wonders that could be found in this area, with extremely talented individuals gaining great power with the dense amount of Aether present in the region, but he could no longer visit that place as an explorer instead he would be coming as a butcher.

"If this is the way it has to be… I will keep your Soul Origin safe."

Rowan was about to send a message to Maeve to move his Forge to a suitable inhabited world when his Primordial Record vibrated.

His consciousness froze in shock and he looked over to make sure he was not mistaken, but the Primordial Record vibrated once more, and this time it was louder, shaking the entire Forge.

With the Primordial Record evolution, he had not been able to access it after trying various ways to stimulate a response out of it. His most valuable treasure became nothing but a book for the last twenty years.

Rowan knew that this black book had a unique awareness, and if it chose to draw his attention, then it must be important.

Rowan's consciousness touched the cover of the Primordial Record which was hovering over the pool of endless purple. Since his evolution was still ongoing, everything has been covered in a shade of deep purple, and except for the Primordial Record, he could not recognize or find anything inside the purplish haze.

His consciousness was lost in a sea of purplish haze that extended for tens of light years. This was a distance that was impossible for any mortal to comprehend, and even a god would take some time to travel around his Forge, but his essence had already filled it and was straining to burst open this space.

Except for the Primordial Record that was a part of him and yet still distinct enough in all the chaos that he could easily spot and reach it.

His excitement was mounting as he pried open the Primordial Record. After all this while, he would have access to his greatest treasure again, it was too long since he touched its pages.

Three seconds later his consciousness was shaking with so much force it was vibrating the purplish haze that surrounded him. If Rowan had a body, his face would be red from the strain of trying to pry open the singularity.

"Now this is a worrying development. What am I missing?" Rowan cursed, about to leave the Primordial Record and venture out to the universe when it vibrated again more violently, but this time with his consciousness around the Primordial Record he was able to receive its message.

It turns out that he was not supposed to open the Primordial Record when what he needed to do was just to touch it.

There was amusement and a little bit of annoyance in that message and Rowan learned that with a single consciousness, he would not be able to open the present form of the Primordial Record, but the Singularity was able to send over a portion of its contents to his mind.

PRiMORDiAl RECORD

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