The Primordial Record novel Chapter 940

Chapter 940 Potent Poison

The transfer of information was successfully completed and Rowan took a while to discuss with the duo about random matters about their lives and their duties as guardians of this outpost, perhaps it was the wine but the two spoke easily with Rowan, telling him tales that had occurred countless trillions of years ago.

With the lives these two had lived, they could speak for a million years and their tales would not end, but it was a good thing that a higher-order language was a great tool to manage tasks like this, as Rowan heard millions of years of history in the span of a few hours.

The higher-order language of the Eldar was called the Orighin Language. With a history that Predated the Primordial Era. The Orighin Language had various levels, and although the guardian had reached a high level of understanding of the language, they admitted that they were still a long way from mastering the language.

They believed that Rowan had mastered Orighin to a more profound degree than both of them combined, because Rowan's words were delivering far more information than they should, and they marveled for a mortal of less than a thousand years of life to be able to master such an intricate language to this extent.

Rowan felt a bit of shame from their praises, his language comprehension was something that he was born with, and this accomplishment was not his own.

They soon both stood up to leave, but not before showing him a 'Master Portal,' inside their cabin that should be able to bring him to anywhere of his choice that this outpost was connected to, a game changer for Rowan because if he had followed the traditional method of portal travel, he would be sent to specific temples where his background and powers would be intensely scrutinized.

He waited for a while before bringing the two orbs to his eyes and closely observed them for a bit, he kept the orb brimming with immortal information to the side for layer viewing outside the gaze of the duo.

The immortal info orb was quite easy to differentiate because it resembled a ball of burning hot plasma. The mortal orb took the shape of a planet with a swirling view as if the time flow on the planet was a thousand times faster.

Rowan clutched the mortal orb in his hand and squeezed, a moment later the orb vanished and he remained in that position for nearly three days, seemingly absorbing the vast amount of data inside the mortal orb.

Of course, this was all for show, he had been able to absorb all the dense information inside the orb in about three seconds, but he was mindful of what a scene like that could appear to anyone else so he made sure to meditate for a few days before standing up and setting out. Idly scratching the itch in his neck in annoyance, knowing it was not a physical symptom but a mental one, perhaps if he left the outpost this irritating sensation would vanish.

With the information about the Land of Miracle in his head, Rowan now had a vast map that could cover several universes in his mind, this map included the location, culture, and millions of other affairs concerning the region. The guardians had not shortchanged him and the true picture of the Land of Miracle was beginning to unfold itself before his gaze and what he saw stunned him.

It would take a while for him to wrap his perception around all he had learned so he decided to head for the first location he had selected. It was one of the most isolated spots in the Land of Miracles and that would be the place he would ascend his Ouroboros bloodline and claim his class, after that Rowan intended to leave the Land of Miracles.