The Primordial Record novel Chapter 889

Chapter 889 World Bearer

There was a long sigh and a giant ripple in creation as he made his first life, not through any technique or ability, but with his knowledge. This first step was important.

The child was born.

Yet he was the first to be born of this world and his conception was special, after all, there was no mortal flesh to be found here, and so the light from the moon was his blanket, the sun was his heart, the earth became his bones and the trees became his flesh, the first ocean that developed entered his body and became his blood and when he opened his mouth needing to cry out, the first breeze became his lungs and was the spark that ignited the forge of his life.

This concept seemed simple, but Rowan had drawn from all the immortal and mortal power systems he had ever known to create this firstborn.

The mysteries engraved in a single inch of his flesh would satisfy the cravings of a thousand Archmage for an eternity.

The birth of the child solidified the Core of the world, and his cries ignited it, bringing forth the birth of light and the stars.

Life, light darkness, erupted from the child, spreading with speeds beyond comprehension, weaving and wrapping itself into a purple-white and purple Core that hovered in front of the child.

From the distance, he could hear barks, hoots, and twitters, as a world filled with life erupted, time speeding along as he solidified the concept of a mortal and immortal.

The child slept for a million years and when he woke up, he saw that on his belly was a great city filled with mortals, and he watched and he learned, their antics making him giggle, this created great earthquakes, and the natives of this city learned of his great presence, and with time they knew how to pacify the earth below them, making the child slumber for decades at a time.

The people who were able to learn this skill became the first Shaman, as the merger between the mortal and the immortal solidified.

The concept of godhood was whispered quietly in the dark of the night, and the flames of ambition were born in the hearts of the mortals.

Since Rowan built this world directly from a Soul Origin and linked it to its core, it developed peculiar traits, in which every part of his body could grant a boon. Everything that happened was in his control and also not, and he only needed to steer the Core to its optimal conclusion.

The mortals that settled on his arms and fists became great warriors and berserkers, channeling endless might through their bodies, they constantly broke the shackles of their flesh, and they were the first to start the great wars that erupted all over his body, but life was cycle of light and darkness. Their rage served a purpose and it enhanced the merger between the mortal and the immortal. The World Core grew.

The mortals that settled on his legs became Nomads, they became the first Windrunners. Traveling around the entirety of his body and even beyond, exploring new lands that appeared out of thin air outside of his body as the World Core grew stronger.

The Windrunners showed him sights that he could have never seen as he lay there on the earth, nurtured by the Shamans, who had begun drawing strength from his body, enhancing their lifespan, and creating means to fight against the Berserkers that wished to dominate the realm.

It was a certain group of Windrunner that discovered his eyes. The Shaman kept him asleep for decades at a time, but sometimes he woke up, and those Windrunners were there to see his eyes open. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

He did not know what this sight might have seemed to their senses, but he imagined it must be like seeing a vast pool appear out of nothingness. Seven among them fought their fears and braved the pool, dipping themselves into its cool waters.

There seemed to be no effect, as their bodies and talents remained the same, although they lived multiple times longer than their brethren, this alone gave them esteemed status, but the true change happened when they died.