The Primordial Record

Chapter 1877: To Consume Or To Protect

It was not hard for Rowan to figure out the ultimate goal of Enoch, after all, the entity had proclaimed multiple times that he wanted Rowan’s body. The nature of what Enoch did with the power of End was still unknown, but one thing was sure: he had paid a terrifying price.

Was it equal to the price that Rowan was paying for this same power? Rowan could not be sure; everyone assigned various levels of importance to the things they valued in life.

Rowan had freed the Primordials of their madness; his Incarnation was lost inside a place below Existence as he knew it, and he was not alone. Beside him was a malevolent force that sought to devour him, and if hr failed to achieve the purpose he set out towards when he proclaimed that he wanted to eat the Primordials, then all of the losses and sacrifices would be a waste.

Yet, Rowan was not focused on the potential for his failure when one thought kept hammering down on his mind. What if, despite all the setbacks and the overwhelming nature of the powers he faced, he still went against the odds to win?

The Incarnation of Rowan here in this place, with the assistance of the boy, was able to see the overall state of his being and had the clearest picture of his present status. He could see that despite all his powers, potential, and all the strides he had made, the enemies he faced were too prepared and far older, wiser, and more powerful than he was.

The chance that he would ever win was slim to none, but Rowan still held this question in his heart: What if he won despite the odds?

It was the reason that, knowing the fate that awaited him if he continued collecting all these lives and the danger from the boy, Rowan still proceeded to push forward with these techniques. Rowan was not a fool, or was he just being stubborn? When he gave the order to eat the Primordials, he had expected to drain them of their powers and distract them while he pushed for the ninth-dimensional level.

However, things did not go the way he wanted, and instead of seeing all the bad side, Rowan had also glimpsed one potent advantage that he had almost missed. He had intended to eat the Primordials, but due to luck and the presence of the hand of Enoch in that event, he was able to find something better… He could eat all of existence itself!

This place was the source code for all of existence, containing everything that has ever been or will be. At the moment, Rowan was taking what he considered the most precious to him, and that was every living being who had ever lived, and when he said all living beings, he meant it.

Despite the visual representation of the lives he was consuming being bones, it did not mean everything he eating came from species with bones, it was rather the opposite, out of all the bones he had eaten, barely ten percent of the lives had bones, most were insect, trees, even mountains and rivers, and the oonly thing that bound them all was that they were all alive in their own way.

Rowan had previously not understood the implications of what he was doing, and now he clearly saw the devious trap that the boy had laid for him and how he could have wasted this opportunity.

When the boy told him to eat the bones, it was for him to use them as fuel to propel his abilities forward, and there was no lie or deception in those words. If Rowan had followed that path, he would have frankly become a terrifying monster in a short amount of time.

With all of the power in his grasp, it would not take too long before he would be able to reconnect with his main body and channel all of that power into Eos, giving his main body the foundation to rise to the ninth dimension and beyond that if he was capable of it.

However, one of the main things that held Rowan back from taking this step was how closely it aligned with the path of the Primordials. The Primordials, for all their powers, could not create, only consume. They had reached such great heights as ninth-dimensional beings that they had no equal, and even a terrifying being like Rowan could not claim to be able to beat them.

Their powers and abilities were parasitic; they took without giving anything back in return. If Rowan had followed the boy’s direction, despite growing powerful, it would have been on the foundations of existence itself. What he ate would never return, and all lives that had slowly developed throughout existence would be lost.

Rowan sealed up the gash in his hand and closed his eyes, focusing on pushing the nameless techniques to the thirteenth level, and in two thousand years, he completed it. His previous estimation of using ten thousand years to complete this technique was spot on.

Inside his spirit, which took the form of a vast mental space spanning a thousand dimensions, was a massive, spinning blue orb, and within his heart was a golden, spinning orb. These two orbs were the culmination of the nameless techniques at the thirteenth level.

Their riotation continued to intensify until they transformed into a blur, and from Rowan’s body, a loud hum began to rise, shaking the entire cave. He closed his eyes and braced himself a moment before both orbs exploded, cleansing and rewriting his body and spirit. With his massive consciousness power, Rowan was able to ideally ensure that this process reached every single particle in his body, and he almost smiled as he heard trillions of the poisons inside his body scream in pain before being eradicated and assimilated.

Rowan gasped as he stood to his feet, disregarding some of the limitations he had given to his outward appearance. He allowed his body to grow to the size of a mountain, almost a hundred thousand feet tall. The cave and his wooden throne grew alongside him, and Rowan nearly laughed at the sheer freedom and power that was flowing throughout his body.

At the thirteenth level, these two techniques should not be this powrful, their might now was nearing what he would consider the power to be gained at the sixteenth level.

This technique might have started as the nameless techniques that he had created, but something about it was different. Rowan knew that this transformation was coming about because he was holding the weight of so many lives on his body; he was carrying both their Origin and their End, and to put that into perspective, it was as if every single life he brought had the weight of infinity.

The road to the higher dimension was a process by which an immortal grew and mastered the various levels of infinity. Rowan could carry one infinity without any issue, but the challenge lay in carrying all the infinities that made up existence; this would be the true test.

Rowan did not know if this transformation would rise as quickly as he wanted to support him, but he knew that it would not matter in the end; his greatest backing was always his Will.

Striding out into the field of bones and leaving the cave for the first time in almost eleven thousand years, Rowan looked up and felt the tremor that heralded the beginning of the rain of bones, opening his hands wide as a million spatial tears began to surround him. He welcomed the descent of the bones.