The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1662

Chapter 1662: Battle In The Sands

In the battle with the Primordial Thrones, Rowan had hardly shown his true might. He had used his dimensional flesh and soul because that was what his allies and enemies knew of his power, and he had kept his Origin abilities aside, even restricted his Ouroboros Serpents from showing their true might in the battle.

It was due to how well Rowan had instilled his will upon these serpents that enabled them to remain in place, despite how much their instincts fought against it.

It was this will that drove them to sleep, and now this will of restraint was weakening, and it was Divus, the eldest, who detected it first and awakened, followed by the rest.

Suddenly, the will holding them bound finally snapped, and the Ouroboros Serpents roared. The sound that emerged from them was indescribable because there had been nothing like them in existence before, and the sound they made was something that Reality struggled to interpret.

And then, Divus spoke.

Her voice was surprisingly gentle, like a maiden, and none of the fury and the lust for destruction that filled every inch of their bodies could be detected in her tone, which made the sound much more eerie.

"There is a place," she said, and all five Origin Ouroboros went silent, eyes of annihilation staring at the eldest, "A desert beyond the edge of all things. It holds what was, what could have been, and what must never be again. I have feasted on a portion of it, but it is not enough; there are still more bones hidden in every corner of that desert. We shall consume it all..."

Turning around, Divus tore through the space of the Origin Land and entered Reality. Behind her, the five Ouroboros Serpents followed. Bahamut was the last to leave, his infinite coils filled with black lightning that seared and sealed the space shut behind them.

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The emergence of Primordial Essence from the vortex all over Reality had begun to change the landscape of existence. Things that had never been seen before had emerged, and old powers that were thought to have been lost to time and decay arose.

It was during this time of transformation that a place known to be myth and whispered in the dark corners of great powers was revealed: the Great Desert.

Known mainly by immortals above the sixth-dimensional level with the power of Memory, they understood that it was the Great Desert that was the true threat to their Immortality.

With all the ongoing changes in Reality, the reveal of the Great Desert drew attention, but not as much as it should have, not until the secret that it held was fully revealed to all life in existence.

It should be known that in this Era, the dimensional ladder had never been clearer, and there were numerous immortals rapidly climbing the dimensional ladder, all of whom had the hopes of reaching the peak of Reality and becoming the next Primordial power.

If there were ever to achieve this dream, then the Great Desert was a stumbling block to their aspirations.

The Great Desert was a place of exile, a graveyard for the unmourned—everything and everyone of sufficient power could be traced back to this place, from lost gods to forgotten heroes to entire civilizations erased from time.

Its sands were not sands at all, but the ground-up bones of dead dimensions, shifting in slow, sorrowful tides.

The air hummed with the whispers of the forgotten, those whose names had been scraped from all Memories.

And now, the vultures, from all of existence, had descended upon it.

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For someone like Rowan, it was effortless for him to eradicate immortals in their entirety. His blows contained such enormous power and complexity that any rational or even irrational immortal minds could not comprehend, and usually, the battles between immortals were never so easily resolved.

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