The Primordial Record novel Chapter 955

Chapter 955 The Grand Working Of The Primordials

Such an unfiltered display of raw power left Rowan on edge. With the Primordial Record, he had sometimes forgotten the sense of awe.

During the first moments when Rowan was transmigrated to this reality, what had filled his heart and soul was fear, but it was undeniable that inside him was a grand sense of awe.

It was like a Primitive man who sat at night around their campfires and looked at the stars, and in their mind, they had wondered who had the power to light other campfires in the heavens above, surely it would be gods, monsters, creatures with power without understanding.

Rowan had seen events of great beauty and horror and along the way his mind had gone numb, his senses had been repeatedly scoured by it all, but now he was starting anew, with eyes that had never seen reality in all its glory, and the powers who stood above it all.

Awe had returned to Rowan's heart, and viewing this blade that transcended a million dimensions, his heartbeat was like thunder.

Perhaps it was the method his brain chose to shape the image of the Primordials using his past experiences and vision but the five unknowable entities began to take the shape of humans, naked and genderless, the five primordials resembled five pieces of super realities in a humanoid shape that was spread across endless infinities and pushing his sight to understand more of their shapes created such great pain in his consciousness he had no choice but to stop.

Rowan had to remind himself that in time, he would be strong enough to understand it all, but for now, he should be content with what he could grasp.

He suspected that Old Man Seed like the Primordial Record was trying to filter the vision for him to easily grasp, but he was not as deft in handling such higher-level realities as easily as the Singularity, so Rowan could sometimes spot the changes in the vision, for example, the way the vision sort of skipped through the gathering and the creation of this stupendous blade form the chaos and devastation of that war that stretched across all known realities.

For anyone else, this vision would be complete, but Rowan had seen grander sights with the aid of the Primordial Record, and he understood these sorts of visions perhaps more than anyone else who had ever been born.

There were words spoken among the Primordials, but either he was too weak to understand them or Old Man Seed could not interpret them, and they seemed to come to an accord, and as one the five primordials held the blade that defied meaning, and sliced across reality.

Instinctively Rowan knew what had just happened even before it occurred, they had ended the Primordial Era. The blade cut across every dimension and it sifted through it. Everything that was, became something new. In the Primordial Eras, they were worlds the sizes of universes, but after the blade passed over, such worlds no longer existed. The various powers that existed became something new, and Rowan noticed that although a greater portion of that power was cut off, making this Era inherently weaker, what was left behind was more stable.

Rowan now understood a bit about how the combatants he had witnessed fighting in one small corner of the war could be so numerous. It was because, in the Primordial Era, power was untamed and unchecked, there was so much essence floating around that would stagger the mind of those in the present, and this made it possible for the birth of so many beings of power.

The Primordial Era must have been one of unchecked chaos and endless wars where geniuses were more numerous than every star in the sky for even a grain of sand could achieve power that could shatter a universe.