The Primordial Record novel Chapter 905

Chapter 905 All Roads Leads To Death

There was too much new information for Rowan to process at this time. His mortal flesh forced him to a singular consciousness, but he had a way to get around this limitation by rapidly swapping consciousnesses. He knew the moment he began upgrading his bloodline this limitation would be rapidly left behind, but for now, he was left with one consciousness.

At this time what he needed to figure out was his present body capabilities, and he was glad with the result, it floored his previous body's power by such a large margin it was ridiculous.

At his strongest, right before he became a dimension, his body had barely two million points in each attribute and that was after he was baptized by the essence of Chaos outosde the universe, and now a single attribute of his dwarfed his entire previous combined attributes.

He knew that this massive gain in attributes was born from the merger of the World Seed with the Supreme World, although he had not lost his previous attributes, they were still available for him to allocate to whatever trait he desired. With nearly ten million extra attributes he could choose to push towards any stat he desired at a moment's notice.

What made Rowan's eyes light up was the fact that at this juncture he had not activated his new Primordial bloodline, it was at the mortal level and he was already this powerful. He had no idea how many attributes he would gain by upgrading this bloodline by a single Circle, but it must surely be stupendous.

His mind could not help but recall his previous starting point when he awoke on Trion, thirty-eight years ago. He barely had a total of twenty points across all attributes, with a lifespan that was measured in days, and now, he could live long enough to see a universe perish.

After all the trials and tribulations he had gone through, using all his experiences and resources, Rowan had forged a new body, and now he was making his path forward using his Will. It was a new beginning, but before his journey would begin, he would need to bury the past.

There were so many revelations on the page of his Primordial Record hinting at matters on a grander scale, but for now, he just wanted to slaughter. His Sheol bloodline made him disdain battle, he fought through proxies and soldiers, but as a Primordial Ouroboros, his fist was his greatest weapon.

There was no concept of fear in his heart, he would not leave here until one here was dead.

His prismatic eyes opened and he looked down at the Third Prince and he grinned. It was the final straw. The Third Prince saw the future that was promised in those eyes and he did not like it. Not one bit.

The words that emerged from the mouth of the Third Prince were like a growl from a beast, "Kill him!" as he declared open season on the thorn inside his heart.

The first to race toward the Twilight Bridge were the demons, who had edged toward the bridge as they were following the Undead beast behind. At the forefront was a lucky Demon Knight riding a panther-like beast whose fur was like smoke and eyes yellow like pus, racing across space to be the first to claim Rowan's head.

As the pair reached the bridge, flying tens of thousands of feet above it and scoping the lone form of Rowan below standing at the middle of the Twilight bridge which was precisely twelve thousand miles long, hardly a large number considering the scale they were working with, suddenly an intense gravitational force drew them down to the bridge and they slammed on its surface with bone-breaking force. The panther-like beast howled in pain, and the Demon Knight urged it to move forward but it was maimed, unable to recover from its injuries.

Normally, an injury like this was not worth mentioning when it came to the healing power of Abyssal Flesh, and a Demon Knight to boot had a more enhanced healing factor, but this bridge made healing a million times harder, not because of any specific feature put in place, it was simply the absolute nature of death surrounding the bridge that made healing abilities to be nearly useless.

The Demon Knight howled in rage, and he smashed the head of his mount with a large hammer, peeling himself away from the dead beast with a grunt. It was unknown how long he had been sitting on this beast but his body had become fused with it, and tearing himself away from the beast caused him a lose a sizable portion of his flesh.