The Primordial Record

Chapter 885 Eruption

??A Supreme World was quite different from a Major World or a Minor World in startling ways, one of which was its completeness. In other words, a Supreme World can accommodate any sort of life, both mortal and immortal life, no matter how alien, its laws and environment could accommodate everything.

If there was any possibility for a creature to exist, it would always find the right conditions inside a Supreme world.

Unlike smaller worlds that were affected by external factors, like their location in their solar system, the stars, and countless other factors, a Supreme World did not require external aid like nearby stars to ensure the life of the mortals on its surface, because it contained its stars and moons, its size was both infinite and limited, and any wonders a mind could conjure would be found somewhere inside a Supreme World.

The easiest way he saw to describe a Supreme World was a mini-universe. Its size was dependent on its Will, so a Supreme World with a Will at the fourth dimension would be smaller than one with a Will at the fifth dimension. Of course to a mortal or an immortal without Will, a Supreme World would be infinite in their senses, only transcending space and time and acquiring Will would give one the ability to measure infinity.

The fragment of the Mountain and Sea Ruin came from a Supreme World that had a Seventh dimensional Will and its laws were more complete, if Rowan had acquired a larger fragment, there was a real possibility that he would have not been able to assimilate it.

The information he gained from assessing the Mortal Level of this fragment was more than enough to satisfy his need.

Linking the World Seed to the data hub he opened up, the stuttering Seed transformed from a sputtering flame to a raging fire, in mere moments it crushed the entirety of the first layer and the tendrils of his World Seed dug deeper until reaching another barrier.

Immortal Layer/ Energy Design and Array Trials — Second Layer.

The challenges here were no longer focusing on the world above but on the connection beneath the surface. This was a layer that would be the pillar of this world, and without it, the world would not have the status to become even a Minor World.

Design for Ascension of a Class 1 to a Class 10 Novitiate of an energy class, incorporating any fluid physique dynamic…

Influence the growth of a Sapient fauna to an Immortal State while enhancing its environment in a relatively mild pattern over a time frame of eighteen million years.

Manage the Aether distribution between sixty trillion inheritors while factoring talent, location, appearance, disposition,…..

The list continued unending, and Rowan did not leave the work of the World Seed alone, aware that it was not capable of tackling more than twenty percent of the tasks here.

The questions seemed to be unending and would have frustrated anyone else, but Rowan knew that power without knowledge was useless. To reach the limit of his potential and exceed it, he must understand everything.

It was a good thing that his dimension had been growing and evolving for four thousand years, making it possible for him to draw from a wealth of knowledge, and the progress into this level was surprisingly quicker than the first.

"Thump…"

Rowan thought he could hear roars emerging as if from an unfathomable distance, he felt his World Seed stretch as if something was gestating inside of it, and he was surprised when he felt a hint of pain.

His consciousness could feel pain in a sense, but it was not true pain. It could not be equal to the pain born from the flesh. After decades without his real body, Rowan was not ashamed to admit that he missed the feeling of pain.

"Aahhh… my children, life has been so dull without you. My rage… My fire… My passion… I miss the fight!

The tendrils from his World Seed blasted past the second layer and Rowan's excitement grew when it reached the zenith, and then nothing…

There should be a third and final layer, but what was here was a void.

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Rowan's countdown paused and the destruction of this memory ceased. His eyes were filled with confusion as she glanced around,

"Looking for something?" Erohim grinned, he opened his left palm, and on it was a swirling orb of power that was similar to Soul energy.

"I could feel you digging through my head, looking for the core of my being, and even if I don't understand how you are able to do something like this, I only keep it away from you to frustrate your ambitions. Hahaha Romion, I told you, that you cannot succeed without me. You should have taken the deal I once gave you, but now, I have changed the terms."

Rowan's eyes focused on the gleaming energy rotating in the hand of Erohim, his awareness was drawn to it like a moth to a flame, why did he find it so familiar, as if he had touched it a million times before?

His mind was swirling around in a million different directions, the feeling that he was before a great truth bombarded his consciousness and he only needed to look at it from another angle and everything would be revealed.

"I see that you are silent. No matter, I have always appreciated a man who can take his losses with his head held high. This would be the new deal… Hey, Romion, are you listening? I shall not be repeating myself."

Rowan was lost, Erohim could as well be speaking to a wall as his mind was captured by the glow.

Why was this core so familiar? Perhaps instead of trying to pick it apart with his eyes, he should follow the familiar aspects of it. The question he should be asking himself was why this core reminds him of Soul energy.

Rowan was so deep in thought that even the growing roars inside his consciousness failed to drag him out of it, and when he began to feel pain in his chest as if something was trying to tear its way out of it, he was still captured by that glow.

"The first thing obviously is to open your mind to me, revealing your true self and memories, I don't know about you but being deceived like that left a bad taste in my mouth, obviously I have been out of the loop for a long while, seeing as I am dead and all, and severely lacking information, you know that this condition is a must, the next thing…"

"Silence!" Rowan roared, and it was as if six other voices spoke with him, "Let me think. Your endless prattle annoys me. One more word and I shall tear out your tongue and feast on your entrails until the end of time."

Erohim's dead eyes widened in rage and he looked at Rowan's face and he went mute. Rowan's eyes before were a dull brown, like the earth that was filled with vitality and potential, but now those eyes had changed, becoming something… else.

Cold and golden, slit like a serpent, those eyes were filled with the glow from an apex predator.

Beneath his skin, came several bulges, as if something was moving underneath. The sight was horrifying.

As if this terrifying eruption had not happened, Rowan's eyes transformed back to his previous dull color and he continued muttering to himself.

Erohim looked at the hand holding his core and it was filled with goosebumps.