The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1703

Chapter 1703: The Sound That End Realities

Rowan looked at the details of the bloodline and began to see a trace of its roots.

Your vein pumps liquid oblivion.

Before he began to delve into the depths of space and discover all of its levels, including Oblivion, as he discovered all the mysteries of becoming a complete Reality, this passage might have confused him, but he knew that no Reality could be completed without their Space Origin, and at the fourth layer of the void, their lies Oblivion.

Oblivion was a concept; even the Primordials could only control this force. Only entities such as Reality could contain Oblivion in their bodies.

Rowan had long realized that the way he manifested techniques and spells was not the same as most, and the fact that if he mastered Space Origin and had a space filled with Oblivion, it did not mean that another powerful immortal also mastered Space Origin; they would be able to do the same.

Such a great privilege was due to his status as a Reality, but this new bloodline sought to take this a step further. It would somehow give shape to Oblivion, making it his new blood.

Rowan was perceptive and quickly realized that this bloodline belonged to a living Reality.

If Primordials could gain bloodlines by fusing with the pillars of Reality, then it would seem that Reality could also gain bloodlines, but what did he fuse with to achieve such a boon?

Rowan itched to activate the Enochian Cradle, but he held back; there were still more symptoms that he needed to analyze.

Gate of the Thousand Eyes:

When wounded, your blood splits into writhing tendrils, each tipped with a pupil that stares into a different Reality... This is a road to the unknown and the desolate.

Rowan could recognize this power; was it not the same force that tried to take over his body? The memory of that octopus-like thing that entered his mind through his eyes and even found its way into the core of his consciousness was madness-fuel, but it was a terrible power that, if wielded correctly, could easily lead to the fall of an enemy.

He now understood that Enoch had not attacked him directly, and what had placed him past the edge of despair was the blood of this being, maybe not even more than a drop, left inside the Singularity.

"How many times have I been killed in the last few years. Death must be getting fed up with me."

Rowan muttered, a bit in irritation, as he was shown his glaring weakness in the face of true power. Yet survival came with benefits, and this ability was now his own.

If he were attacked and wounded, his blood would become a gateway into the bodies and souls of his enemies. Still, this was the most basic way to utilize this ability, as Rowan could understand its endless utility.

Like Enoch, he could shed his blood all over existence, infecting everything and everyone. This was not a reckless conjecture but the truth because this was precisely what Enoch was doing.

Rowan removed his consciousness from considering these depressing thoughts as he focused on the following symptom.

Enoch’s Rot:

Your mere presence infects reality with the "Word of Enoch"—a crawling, linguistic cancer that rewrites physics into nightmare.

From the moment he acquired the words of Enoch, Rowan had always hated them. When he learned that this language was the original language of Reality, when Noctis had used it, he should have seen the connection between Enoch and Reality. However, he was still ignorant of too many things at that moment.

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