The Primordial Record



Chapter 1279 The Limit Of Infinity (final)

As Rowan began the creation of his sixth Reflection, he was going over the overall plan in his head. Although the Reflections were not aware of it, every book they had been creating came from each of the heads of the Sirens.

If the sixth Reflection succeeded, that meant it had collected the words from the six heads, and this was the plan of the World Stele, a method to infiltrate Doom Star at the roots and become part of its governing power, but Rowan was not satisfied with just relying on the plans of the World Stele when he could make it for his vision for the future much closely.

However, he knew that doing this would come with great risk, for there was a possibility that the World Stele would not support his actions, Rowan was still determined to go through with it.

With the lessons he had learned from the Primordial Record, he knew that

Singularities had a mind of their own, and their end goal and his would not necessarily match up.

The World Stele already had an owner, even if he was dead. Thenos was an Eternal Being that was at the eighth-dimensional level, but what separated these eighth-dimensional immortals who held an Eternal Realm from the conventional eighth-dimensional immortal was that they had been around since the beginning, even before Reality was formed by Chaos, and they had the opportunity to collect the first Primordial Essence alongside the Primordials.

Although the amount they collected was small, just a fraction of that power was enough to transform them into beings that were second only to the Primordials. It gave them great glory but also led to their downfall.

Their fall signified the end of the Primordial Era, which could be considered a time when creatures who could lay claim to be equal to Primordials were abundant, and now there were none like them in existence.

The deal between the World Stele and Rowan was simple: resurrect Thenos, and the World Stele would give Rowan the entirety of Thenos's Fourth and Fifth dimensions. As an Eternal Realm, its structure could not be compared to the flimsy fourth and with dimension created by a normal World Bearer.

This was the plan, but for Rowan, it was not enough, of course, he would never come out and say this plainly, because he was sure that no matter how convincing the World Stele might sound, this Singularity could not be trusted, Rowan trusted nothing that he could not control, experience had thought he as much.

As he created the sixth Reflection, he secretly began to make three more, and these came from his flesh and were not molded from his spells.

Instead of Reflections, it would be better to call them... clones.

He chose to take such a great risk for two reasons, the first was to be ready against. whatever plans that the World Stele might have that would go against his interest and the second was related to the Great Desert and how he could increase his understanding of it.

There was

Oblivion.

connection he had discovered between the Great Desert and the Gate of

Both of these places belonged to Chaos. At the moment Rowan as a living third dimension had a connection with the Great Desert, he simply had to open a doorway to it and easily place his Will inside for safekeeping. The same way the Will of every Third Dimensional Universes was kept.

Obviously, he would not be doing such a thing, but it was this connection with the Great Desert that Rowan began to detect traces of Oblivion over it.

It did not take long for him to understand that the reason he could detect these traces of Oblivion at all was that he had a connection with the Great Desert, and as he still greatly suspected, his first and second dimension seemed to be able to break past barriers made by even Primordials because they were not even aware of its existence, or if they did, they did not control it.

Proof of this hypothesis was apparent when Rowan discovered that his Reflections created by the technique using the Primordial Language did not have access to his first and second dimensions. was as if reality itself couldn't even conceptualize that these dimensions could be reflected in the body of an individual.

Rowan was discovering that if he wanted to understand the Great Desert and Oblivion, while also plotting against the World Stele he would need more than an average Reflection.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The creation of these three last Reflections was extremely difficult. Not even considering the fact that he was about to make something that was as impossible as a Reflection, he was going to be doing it with his flesh, which was made from dimensional matter, while keeping all the desirable traits of a Reflection and keeping all the individuality that his flesh should possess.

In the achievement of this, even Rowan's powerful consciousness became weary. He had asked merely too much from himself, and even until the last moment, he was not sure he could ever succeed.

Although he knew that conceptually this idea was feasible, an idea was simply an idea, making it into something tangible required much more nuances and considerations. Rowan should have failed, he truly had no reason to succeed in such a wild venture, but something extremely odd happened as he was tearing off pieces of his flesh and making the three Reflections-ideas were being birthed from seemingly out of thin air! It was as if before he had the chance to look into the future of these Reflections, a part of them was already showing him a glance.

The mysteries of time were endless, and when it was related to him whose hold over time was seemingly boundless, then he was flying out into the storm while blind.

The only reason he had not pulled the plug on this plan was simply the belief in himself. He believed that whatever variants he might become in the future, that variant would always place the interest of his main body first.

To create the first six Reflections, Rowan had to do a deep introspection of his consciousness, and he knew himself with such totality that no scenario would come up in the future where his mindset would change in a manner that he could not have anticipated.

Rowan trusted himself, yet everything was a gamble and he might be wrong, but if he was a betting man, he would bet on himself... every time.

The entirety of Doom star vibrated with the sound of footsteps as Rowan walked out of the Nothingness with his true body after nearly a billion years of wandering, alongside nine massive books rotating around his body.

His visage was beautiful and his bodily structure was perfection itself as if he was the first creation and every other that followed were simply flawed copies. His black hair which was still so massive despite him now wearing the size of a mortal filled the nothingness behind him, and from afar it was as if he carried a universe made out of darkness behind him.

Wearing a simple one-handed white robe and his feet bare, everything about him seemed rustic yet possessed a majesty that would make the souls of gods and demons quake.

However, the strangest thing about him was his eyes, his pupils were blacker than the void, and in them, you could see the weight of ages.

There was a certain price to be paid for sending his Reflections back into the past of an Eternal Realm, not just once but eight times, and his body even while outside of Reality in the Nothingness had to go through all that vicissitudes of time.

With Rowan's consciousness power, every single second of his time was an incredibly precious resource because of the vast amount of data he was capturing from everything around and inside him. This was so much information that a second of his time would take an immortal millions of years to even process a part of it.

This made the weight of time around him become ridiculously heavy.

His lifespan may now be nearing a billion, but his internal clock was closer to seven billion years, and in his eyes was the weight of all that time, reflected in a manner that no immortal could match, because fundamentally as a three-dimensional being, Rowan could still be described as a mortal.

A mortal who had seen and experienced billions of years of life, in such rich details that would astound the minds of immortals.

His appearance caused the world to go still and the Eye of Time, whose form was now incredibly massive screamed his fury.

This sound from a creature that was many times bigger than a universe was impossible to describe, more like a solid wall of superdense metal than an ephemeral wave, this sound traveled towards Rowan faster than the speed of light. "Pathetic," Rowan dismissively slapped the sound wave aside as radiance exploded from his body and he began to grow to his true size.

The sound wave he swatted away swept through the entirety of Doom Star and it crushed nearly everything that was on the surface of the realm, except for the Calamity Suns and a few pockets of survivors, everything else was crushed to ash.

Unlike when he fought against the Primordial Keepers when he was at his lowest. The might of Rowan after traversing the nothingness for all this time was nothing to be scoffed at, and now all that potential had been brought to a boiling point, and it was all about to explode.

The immortal nature of this conflict caused those who had perished to begin to rise once more, and their gaze would inevitably turn to the brightest light inside the realm.

Rowan was taking his true form.