The Primordial Record

Chapter 558 Revelations

Chapter 558 Revelations

The space outside the universe was eerie… It was filled with so much energy that was both static and yet dynamic, making the area appear to an observer to be made up of colorful rocks; rocks that appeared to be slowly changing direction.

Yet that was a matter of perspective, for the size of this space was infinite, and if you could detect movements across an infinite distance, then that would only mean that this space was moving at a velocity that would make the speed of light seem like a snail crawling.

If a mortal could comprehend where Rowan was standing right now, he would liken him to a fly caught in amber.

The universes would seem to be large ships swimming inside a massive flowing mud.

If Rowan wanted to describe it, he would call the area outside the universe not the Primordial Soup, but the Primordial Concrete, only his new body could survive here, and if his previous form had existed here for long, even if he did not die he would not be able to move a single inch.

This transformation in his body was not too strange Rowan thought, after all, the power he was consuming was Chaos Energy, but since he could channel it towards his physique, it could not taint his bloodline, but only his flesh, and he considered himself lucky for learning a tyrannical power such as Eruption that made it possible for him to do this.

The changes in his body were alarming, but he had many seats of consciousness, and he could handle any changes to his physical body, it was not as if he was a mortal who was tied to a single frail form.

Rowan's real seat of Consciousness dwelled inside his Mental Space, and if he wanted he could destroy this flesh until there was nothing left and he would regrow from the ashes of what was behind, but still he began to frown, his body was growing ever bigger and more powerful, how was he going to find the method to destroy it?

He did not want so much power of Chaos dwelling inside his flesh, because his Intent was already in his Mental Space, and Rowan could not bear to imagine if this Intent could get in contact with all this energy flowing inside his body.

Yet did he need to destroy this body? It was very powerful, and Rowan quickly looked into his Primordial Record and was dumbfounded when he saw the change in his physical capabilities he almost felt a chill running down his spine, with powers such as this, who could stand against him inside the material universe?

Strength: 648,392 (987,873,738)

Agility: 626,392 (921,742,098)

Constitution: 653,977 (999,897,113)

What sort of unreasonable attributes were these? He was nearly two thousand times more stats than he had previously.

With this type of bodily attributes alone, he could tear the entirety of Trion with his bare hands. With this agility, he could move beyond teleportation while inside the universe, reaching a limit of speed that would break all universal laws.

When he was burning Eruption, he had pushed his attributes to at most 5,000,000 in each stat, but this was very different, he did not have a timer on these attributes, and looking at the new growths in his body, his scales and claws were potents weapon that could cause damages that he could not even fathom, and he was getting stronger with each passing second.

The crown on his head was whispering a seductive melody of growing power that was entrancing. Rowan immediately understood that anyone who looked at his crown would fall to their knees and worship, if they did not they would perish.

The Spirit Matrix Gate ahead rocked and Rowan saw a massive etching being carved, from the bottom up, that was colored green.

Rowan's eyes became entranced from the delicate feet to the dress that seemed to be made from flowers to a gentle but stern face with Green eyes—Elura, The Empyrean of Life, his mother.

There had been laughter and joy once in her eyes, but now all that remained was only pain.

The Spirit Matrix Gate rocked again, and new figures were being drawn, colored with black and green. There were seven of them, and Rowan's eyes drank in every detail here.

These were the seven gods of Trion, and they were standing on the bodies of seven colossi—The bodies of his brothers and sisters.

Rowan knew this, because the bodies of the Colossi were green, while the gods standing on them were black.

He traced the shape of each god, memorizing their forms, Minerva with her long hair that resembles a spider web, the smirking Kuranes holding a little wand, Tiberius with his cape of blood, Volgim, Bacchus, Horush, and Boreas.

Each of them was distinct and the powers they held radiated from their bodies like smoke, they all seemed so familiar to him, yet also incredibly distant.

Finally, he had seen the shapes and faces of the gods of Trion, and in his hearts, he vowed a reckoning, as a hatred entrenched deep in his memory came forth.

He could almost hear the screams of his siblings, as his father ripped away all their potential, their light, and Spirit, made an Abomination of all their glories, and cast them into darkness.

This revelation was not over, as the most mysterious figure hidden in the depths of Trion revealed himself, and he was colored all in black.

He was not just a god but a God-king, wearing black armor that seethed with corruption and holding a blade that reminded him of Envy, but if he was to put a name to this blade, he would call it—Hate.

This was the God King Golgoth, a figure covered in shadows, and was most likely an Avatar of his father, after all, who else would that bastard allow to rule, if not himself?

The Spirit Matrix gate trembled violently, and the drain on his Consciousness Pillars increased dramatically, another three more gods had fallen in the interim, and his Consciousness Pillar was now numbered 63, he quickly diverted more mental power to withstand the drain.

The image that came next surprised Rowan, and he slowly waited for its full scope to be revealed to him.