The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1721

Chapter 1721: The Soul Whales

If Rowan wanted, he could know all the thoughts inside the hearts of his children, their desires and fears, but he deliberately held himself back from doing such a thing. He acknowledged the sanctity of the mind, and he left their destiny to them.

Everyone had the freedom to make their choices and learn the life lessons that came with those choices. If they requested his wisdom, he would give it, but if not, he would watch and, where necessary, he would guide.

Watching his Avatars surround him like satellites, Rowan smiled, and it reached his eyes. He listened to their words, drank in their praises, and laughed with them.

The impossible weight he carried on his shoulders for this brief moment felt light. However, like all good things, it must come to an end.

Bringing one of his massive fingers and touching each Avatar gently on their head to ruffle their hair, Rowan gave them the task of beginning to heal the Origin Land. This should take a long time, but he gave them only a year in real-time; he also gave himself a year to completely master Soul Origin.

It was time for his soul to get a much-needed upgrade.

With a finger gesture, his dimensional soul emerged from his body. Presently, it was fit into one of his arms, not even big enough to cover his entire body. Rowan had outgrown his soul.

The soul drifted to the Origin, being held by the body, and taking one last look at the body, Rowan, as the dimensional soul sank into it.

Rowan had been through four layers of the void to understand Space Origin, and he thought he should know all the intricacies that might arise when it came to understanding the other Origins.

In a manner, he was correct; his soul immediately sensed several layers hidden within the origin of the soul, but he had not expected that the first layer of the soul would be a castle.

To any immortal, the first layer of the soul would be greater than any universe or dimension they had seen, but Rowan’s senses were impossibly vast and were fine-tuned to find out the smallest of details. He was able to immediately detect that he was inside a castle, and this castle reminded him of Sheol.

It was almost as if, unconsciously, he was copying the pattern of the soul’s origin in building the City of Sheol.

When his soul saw the surface nature of this place, its name came to him: The Sanctum of Eternity.

"So, I am dead?... I did not think it was likely, especially not by your hand, not after all I have taken."

Rowan looked around, knowing the voice of Primordial Soul intimately, but he could not find any of her traces. "You..."

"Ah... you don’t even know my name. How could someone like you be able to kill me?! Come find me in the lowest level of this Origin. If you are unable to do so, then I have to question how you could kill me."

Rowan wanted to respond, but he sensed she was gone and became quiet. It would seem that he still had more to learn about Origin, especially when it came to the aspect of preservation of life.

In the depths of Space Origin, Eosah had been able to preserve herself, or at least a fragment of her consciousness, and Primordial Soul had done the same.

"I really don’t know her name," Rowan chuckled self-deprecatingly. Yet he could see the truth for what it was: He was becoming more cold and less open to understanding his enemies’ mindsets.

Rowan also acknowledged that it was probably a good thing he had the serpents who could carry the weight of existence from the slain Primordial Beasts. If they had not existed, then it was unlikely that Rowan would be able to kill any Primordial-level creature without fearing the consequences of that act.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify