The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1732

Chapter 1732: The Seed of Imagination

Calling this a seed was the closest that Rowan’s mind could convey, but it was something much more than that; its shape reminded him of the time of his birth.

This seed was not a nascent Reality; it was something different, and for the fact that Primordial Soul had sacrificed so much to keep it safe, even using her death as a method of hiding it only made Rowan curious.

The only entity that he knew whose nature was closest to his own was either the Primordials or the Primordial Beasts; what else could there be?

It was his curiosity that dragged him out of the lethargic state he found himself in, as Rowan’s eyes lit up a bit when he sent his perception over to the seed to analyze what it was.

The first thing he saw was the boundary surrounding this seed. Unlike any mortal or immortal seed, it had no shell, only a boundary of what Rowan would describe as solidified silence.

Observing this closely revealed that the boundary was obsidian, and it was a perfect sphere that contained its own antithesis. The sphere did not reflect light; it absorbed all sorts of physical waves and even higher-dimensional forces like hope, potential, faith, fate, fear, and pain...

Without his perception, this Seed would have been invisible to him, and any immortal except for a Primordial that entered this place would have instantly perished as everything they were would be collected by the seed, without them understanding what happened or what killed them.

This was a fascinating discovery; the shell of this seed was acting not just as a protective barrier but also as a way to feed whatever was gestating inside of it.

Rowan walked closer to the edge of the amber pool, which he discovered was filled with pure essence of such power that it made his Ether seem like water next to it.

Rowan blinked in astonishment. What he was seeing here was most likely the accumulation of essence from several Realities that Primordial Soul had painfully gathered here.

’Nyxara. In the oldest of tongues, its name was Nyxara, the First Thirst who rose against the....’

Rowan paused his investigation of the seed as this new insight flooded into his soul. Since he killed Primordial Soul, countless alien insights have been flooding into his consciousness. Most of them were related to higher-dimensional rules, but now and then, some special knowledge was obtained, and the most recent was the name of the Primordial who had taken the form of Primordial Soul, Nyxara.

The name of this Primordial was not important to him, but it was the hint of the history behind the Primordials that drew his attention. Where did they come from, and how long have they plagued Limbo? Who created Limbo, and what was the connection between the Primordials and Enoch?

Rowan did not know how much knowledge he would ultimately gain from the remnants of Primordial Soul, but as time passed, the size and complexity of the knowledge he was receiving grew, and it was likely that before it was over, he would have received a lot of answers.

Knowing there was no use troubling his mind for what might come from the Primordial, Rowan focused on the tangible discovery in front of him.

This pool of essence could turn out to be the most important treasure found here. To put this discovery into context, the entire essence of Eosah that he had been using to transform Reality could barely equal a dozen drops in this pool.

Such a vast amount of essence sitting here would change everything in the future. Rowan did not know if other Primordials could store energy from other Realities inside their Origin, but if they could, he did not see any reason why they should.

All of this was most likely due to the secret plan of Primordial Soul, and it was all related to this seed.

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