The Primordial Record novel Chapter 958

Chapter 958 Sinner

Rowan's existence transformed into a state he could not understand, as his dimensional flesh was compressed to a limit he never thought could be possible.

A Will Holder with a higher dimensional domain may appear to be as large as a universe if they wanted to, but they were not truly that size, and their massive bodies were mostly comprised of higher dimensional energies, Rowan was different, his dimensional flesh was the size of a thousand galaxies and only his Primordial Ouroboros bloodline was strong enough to carry it, so that he could easily compress his body to its present appearance.

To the Tenebris armor, Rowan could as well be made of air as it compressed him to a point many times smaller than an atom.

It was not the pain that destabilized Rowan, he was used to an inconceivable amount of pain, and for him, pain had become almost like another state of being, like walking or breathing, it was already a part of his life. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

If he had not been able to withstand great pain and torture during the moments he had transmigrated, all the way to this point, then no matter the powers he had available to him, he would have fallen.

Power had a price, and it was the case that in so many instances, pain became the currency of trade, but he had become used to paying this price, and if the degree of pain he had suffered was to be turned into a form of money, then Rowan would be among the richest in any universe.

As a mortal when he was transmigrated, he activated two omnipotent bloodlines, and the pain he had endured to transform his body would have driven most to madness, this sheer tenacity he had inside him had grown over the years until he could boldly say he had mastered pain in all its shades and flavors. So, he was used to pain, what he was not used to was this darkness, and this damned sound!

"BOOM!"

'What was that noise? It is almost as if it was coming from a spot just beside his perception, like a maddening itch you could not scratch stabbing its presence into his consciousness repeatedly, and it filled his mind to the point where he could hardly think, and everything was just this noise and the darkness, his mind pressed into oblivion.

"BOOM!"

This darkness was not like the serene one he found himself in not too long ago, this one was different… it was aware, and it yearned for with a desire that was so intensely foul to consume him without leaving anything behind. Such great hunger, how could a hunger like this exist?

In this total darkness, his senses were shattered to nothing, ravaged in so many directions that drove every piece of it to numbness. He was supposed to feel nothing, yet he could still sense this darkness worming its way into his mind, like maggots. Digging…. Digging… Digging…

"BOOM!"

"What was that sound?!"

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"At the beginning of the Supreme Era, to herald this momentous change, the five Primordials created the Paths of Power, and called it the Supreme Circle, and there were nine of these circles, a clear road that led all the way to their side, to stand beside the Primes, eternally powerful, everlastingly radiant…"

On the verge of a strange sort of madness that defied any sort of classification, Rowan heard the sound of Old Man's Seed voice, and he grabbed onto it like a life raft in a storm, finally, he had a path through the darkness and he would not let go of it, with utterly alien willpower, he disregarded the madness growing in his mind as the darkness kept devouring his consciousness and listened to the words.