The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1733

Chapter 1733: Becoming The Hunter

"What is your purpose?" Rowan spoke aloud, "What do Primordials dream of?"

Pushing his perception past the storm of imagination brewing inside the seed, Rowan proceeded deeper.

As he learned more about the ninth dimension and the power controlled by Primordials, Rowan’s understanding of power was changing from what it usually was.

True power went deeper, not broader.

A single touch from a Primordial was incredibly complex, and that was why their Wills were so unshakable. Everyone else lived their existence on a lower-dimensional scale; only the Primordials could reach the limits of existence, and to understand them and their works, Rowan would have to do the same.

An average immortal would see space, maybe it could be broken, folded, or even destroyed, but how many of them could know there were deeper layers to space and could descend into those layers and find all the weird and profound mysteries therein?

Possessing multiple Origins from different concepts gave Rowan the ability to understand the intricacies of power better than anyone else, and he took advantage of this gift to explore the seed further.

It did not take long for Rowan to discover that what he was looking at was the Origin of Imagination. However, he had been slightly thrown off at first due to the excessive number of supporting runes that encompass the entire seed.

At a glance, Rowan could easily see the four layers of Origin because they had been propped up by countless exotic soul runes, highlighting every piece of its inner workings.

If Eosah’s teachings about Space Origin were similar to a teacher dumping countless textbooks on their student and expecting them to figure it out, what was presented here was a kingdom of numerous scholars, giving it their all to teach one student.

Every single piece of the Origin of Imagination had been broken down and highlighted, and Rowan was flabbergasted by such great attention to detail. How much effort and time had Primordial Soul put in place to create something like this?

With what he had here, Rowan believed he could instantaneously master the Origin of Imagination, but why did it take Nyxara so long to take control of this seed?

Revising all the facts he knew about Primordials, Rowan became dumbstruck when he realized that in some ways he had exceeded the powers of a Primordial.

Previously, he had believed that Primordial Chaos and all the other Primordials had only chosen a single concept in Reality to embody because of the limited amount of Essence that could be found inside Reality.

Maybe in another Reality, Primordial Chaos would become Primordial Time or Primordial Soul, but this hypothesis would seem incorrect.

Delving into the Soul Origin, Rowan had come across multiple remnants of this origin from other Realities inside of it, which suggested that in previous Realities, Nyxara had always been Primordial Soul.

Perhaps the Primordials were not as limitless as he once thought, and they also suffered certain limitations, such as being unable to change their aspect anytime they wanted.

Like a musician who can only play a single song or a child who can only speak a single word.

But wait, what about Primordial Time, who succeeded in becoming the Primordial of Time and Evil?

Rowan shook his head as he considered that perhaps he did not truly succeed. If he did, then the result must have been lackluster, or he needed to pay a heavy price in order to use the power of Evil as a Primordial of Time.

Of all the Primordials he had met, Primordial Time had appeared warped. Not to say all Primordials were normal, but there was something about Time that was almost pitiful, as if he had lost something of himself after trying to become a Primordial of two concepts at the same time.

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