The Primordial Record

Chapter 591 A Boat Maker

Chapter 591 A Boat Maker

?591 A Boat Maker

A red light that had been shooting through the universe at speeds many times the speed of light had finally reached its destination. It had crossed countless galaxies and all manner of astronomical bodies until it reached this mystical place.

The red light slowly came to an end and the figure of the Third Prince was revealed and this time he was no longer fat, but thin, extremely so.

He was wearing threadbare black robes that appeared to be woven from spider silk and his bony chest was opened where it was possible to see four eyes that resembled cubes, a mysterious wind was emerging from the location ahead and it blew away the last of the hair on his head leaving him bald.

The appearance of the Third Prince had changed so drastically, It was as if he was a skeleton wearing a faded skin suit. What made his appearance even more terrifying was the fact that on his left shoulder was a second head, and tucked around his ribs were two extra arms that had been broken and nailed down on his ribs, to keep the hands from healing.

This head was of a woman—Elura the Empyrean of Life, and she appeared to be sleeping with her head resting on his bony chest, but a closer look would reveal that her eyes and mouth had been sewn shut, if not for her nose that was slightly trembling, it would be impossible to figure out that she was alive.

The Third Prince looked around, and as he did his nose decayed and fell off, revealing the darkness within and the flash of thousands of needle-sharp teeth. The end of this body was near and he had used it to its limits, which was unexpected, he had planned to wear this body for an entire Era, and it suited him just fine.

The Third Prince groaned in irritation, "Why can't I keep eating my cake and having more? It is the least courtesy this fucking universe could afford me after I've made the bitch fat and happy for so long."

Finally, he was at the End of Space.

In this area there were no stars or world, he had gone beyond where any god could ever hope to reach in their short lives and he was at the beginning of the desert.

This place has no name, for giving it one would make it even more of a threat than it already was, and no one wanted that event to ever occur, not even the Primordials. It was the reason sound was banned from it.

Before him was a vast desert, so great it was impossible to see its end. Massive sandstorms raged across it, so terrible it could destroy entire galaxies in seconds, but all these apocalyptic events were soundless.

This desert was very special for it was not only established in this universe, but in every universe that has ever existed and still exists, that was what made this place so incredibly dangerous.

The Third Prince was not just afraid of present dangers but of the past, especially the past.

For there were many things that were better left buried in the dark annals of history and they could all be found here.

He was not afraid of them, but he knew that if he was discovered the desert would claim him, and he would spend the rest of eternity waging a futile war against the sands.

How he hated this place.

This desert acted as the great divide that protected the consciousness of the universes. If he did not make it across the desert in one piece, his ambitions would be dying here, and if that were to happen, then he would be better off dead, that would be a mercy.

He stopped at the shore of this desert and his cold eyes began to slowly peer into it, and he seemed to be waiting for something or hesitating.

"There was a good reason why I sewed off your eyes and your mouth my love. Your endless nagging is enough to drive even a creature like me mad. How do mortal men survive with their women? I mean after all the millions of years we have spent together, you would think I would be used to the sound of your voice."

The Third Prince chuckled a cheeky sound that felt strange coming from his nightmarish appearance, the side of his mouth split apart and part of his lower lips fell off, and he continued speaking without even glancing at the discarded flesh,

"Unfortunately for you, your bloodline is extremely special, and with its help, I have hope of crossing this desert. Oh woman, you have given me so much fortune, how providence has shined on you. A Realm Crosser!"

From his chest, the four eyes began to shine green and a platform of wood was created. The Third Prince sat down before the edge of the desert and he began to work with his hands.

"I never did tell you my story. Not the lies I tell everyone, but the real ones."

"Do you know I was once a Boat Maker? It was my first craft, and I was so proud of my accomplishment. You don't understand? Well, I don't blame you. Where can I start?.... I was born when the concept of existence was meaningless, and for so long I was alone…. For so long."

"It took countless eternity for me to realize that I could even move. You may have thought that was obvious, but your sights are too short. There was nothing in existence, no darkness, light, void, sound… simply zero. Do you know what it feels like to be the only thing inside nothing?"

"I decided to move through the nothingness, but that was impossible you see, for how can you move through nothing? Another eternity passed before I realized that I was something and from that something, I could create other things."

"So I began to create things, and would you believe that the first thing I created was a boat! Weird right? At that time the knowledge of its creation was almost natural, but you know at that time I did not know the full reach of my powers and I had no idea I was taking an idea that had not occurred and was making it possible… I reached across nothing and made something… Elura, praise your husband, for I was the one that created Time."