The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1647

Chapter 1647: The Sky Whales Of Creation

To Rowan, who was a living dimension and could see through the thin veil that separated the essence of Reality from what others perceived, what he was looking at was the bones of Eosah, but what others would see was a shimmering expanse of cerulean radiance.

Rowan took a step forward and was nearly blown back by a mysterious wind that carried the whispers of newborn stars. His Will of space was like a hungry flame that began to devour this wind, and before long, Rowan became the eye of a storm.

Closing his eyes to assimilate the whispers within the wind, Rowan began his journey of contemplation.

A mournful wail emerged from the wind around him, and Rowan did not need to open his eyes to see that within the winds swirling into his body were phantoms of massive whales that reminded him of Cloudy.

They made long, enchanting calls that nearly stopped Rowan’s heart, as he could hear the desolation in their voices. They were all dead, but their spirit lived on, ignoring the betrayal of the children of Eosah and continuing their task in silence.

Across Rowan’s dimensional flesh, countless primitive runes began to appear, their shapes similar to those of the whales.

"Here lies the Sky Whales of Creation. They serve in the darkness to give all of Reality Light. See how they glid upon the Astral Currents, their songs weaving the fabrics of young galaxies."

Rowan’s eyes flew open at the unexpected voice that intruded into his consciousness. The voice was that of a woman, and apart from that, he could not tell anything of it, as if knowledge of her had been destroyed.

The voice was Impersonal, like a teacher, and Rowan paused in contemplation for a while before opening himself to it.

It would seem that in this journey, he was going to acquire Space Origin and learn more about Eosah.

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A massive divine carriage pulled by dragons and phoenixes travelled through the void that separated the major Primordial Domains. Ten of these mighty beasts were present, and usually, they would have been roaming the dimensions, their power shaking all directions, but now they obediently pulled the carriage.

The area this carriage traveled through was filled with specks of starlight that glinted like gold, making it appear as if the carriage was traveling on a path made from treasures.

The heavenly beasts drawing the carriage were all eighth-dimensional Old Ones. A sight like this was rare even in this age, where powerful beings were seemingly sprouting out of mid-air with the proliferation of Primordial Essence throughout Reality.

An eye made from treasure jade inside the carriage looked through the windows, checking their surroundings. Satisfied that they were on the right path, they retreated, and a heavy voice like the sound of a mountain speaking resounded throughout the carriage’s interior.

"Master, the way ahead is clear, and we shall be in the Great Darkness before long."

A lazy voice replied, "Speak softly, your master had to go to a lot of trouble to escape the labyrinth. Ah, so many years of efforts and treasures left behind... Oh well, at least I am escaping with most of my head still remaining above my neck."

The interior of the carriage was not a hollow shell but a self-contained realm, a world unto itself. No wonder it required ten Old Ones, who were all powerful heavenly beasts, to pull it.

Upon entering the carriage, there was a grand atrium; its ceiling was so high that it mimicked the sky, upon closer look, this was not a mimicry but a sky filled with real stars and worlds, and the carriage seemed to have scraped a portion of the universe and enclosed it inside of itself.

The walls of this carriage were lined with towering bookshelves, with all the books made from treasured materials. If all knowledge were precious, then the vessel needed to convey that knowledge also needed to be equally as precious, if not more so, which should be clearly the thought process behind the creator of this library.

There were gilded mirrors that reflected endless corridors and staircases that spiraled into the unknown. The air hums with the quiet murmur of unseen mechanisms, the heartbeat of this colossal vessel.

The carriage was divided into countless chambers, each a microcosm of a different realm. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

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