The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1750

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Chapter 1750: The Confluence

For a hundred centuries, the Synaptic Congress of the Elythrii has pondered the three paths: Renovation, Exodus, Transcendence.

The Archai and the revelation about their path forward were what had led to the creation of this congress, and great progress was being made on nearly a daily basis.

Unlike most civilizations in Reality, the Elythrii possessed consciousness power exceeding what any mortal being should be able to possess, and this made each and every one of them similar to a supreme genius in any other realm.

For those who were able to stand out among their peers, if they were to be brought to the outside Reality, their talents would shake the foundations of all dimensions.

The advancement of their civilization had led to new generations of Elythrii beginning to regain consciousness of their past lives, making it so that death was no longer something to be feared; it was similar to a long sleep.

Although their past lives before they became Origin beings were not yet available to them, it would not be long before the first higher-dimensional Elythrii would be born, and this process might have happened much quicker if Rowan had fully revealed the path to the higher dimension.

However, Rowan was running a delicate experiment, and he could not be sure of the result. The path of the higher dimension was the generally acceptable pathway to power, but he wanted to see which variation could be created by a new species like the Elythrii, given their potential and isolation from the higher-dimensional forces outside the Origin Land.

Even though he knew that all paths would inevitably lead to the higher dimension, he was still curious about the road the Elythrii would follow, and he suspected that it might lead him to a surprising outcome.

He had revealed his purpose to the Elythrii and no longer hid himself from them, but it was nearly impossible for a lower-dimensional being to understand Rowan’s present form, and for those who were lucky to view a small part of him, they were greatly enlightened, causing them to create miracles that pushed their civilization forward.

Their civilization, a gleaming utopia of thought and light woven across the star systems of their native realm, had reached a sublime plateau.

They were masters of Etheronics, architects of reality, companions to the Celestials, and respectful students of the silent, majestic Archai. They had peered into the higher-dimensional substrate and understood the clockwork of their realm.

Yet, a quiet, pervasive sense of… completion, of finality, had begun to settle. They were the masters of a single, magnificent painting, and though they could preserve it, escape it, or become one with it, the canvas itself remained finite.

It was in the 10,042nd year of the Congress that the silence of the Origin Creator, Eos, was broken.

There was no sound, no light, no grand apparition. The communication was fundamental, an alteration of the realm’s operating parameters so subtle and profound that only the most advanced Elythrii Adepts, those whose consciousness was permanently tuned to the Etheric substrate, perceived it directly. To the rest, it manifested as a sudden, collective intuition, a silent knowing that bloomed in every mind simultaneously.

The message was a key. A schema. A complex, multi-dimensional coordinate that was also an instruction manual.

Lyra, the eldest and most revered of the Adepts, emerged from her meditative trance within the Crystal Core of Elython. Her form, once purely biological, was now a shifting, luminous pattern of stabilized light and intention, the pinnacle of Elythrii bio-etheric evolution. Her “eyes,” sensors that perceived the full spectrum of reality, widened.

“The door,” she broadcast to the entire Noosphere, her thought crisp with awe. “It is not a path out. It is a path through. The Origin Creator does not wish for us to leave our home. He wishes for us to expand the definition of home.”

The key was not for a dimensional ship or a teleportation gate. It was a set of resonant frequencies and geometric constructs that would allow them to stabilize a permanent, bidirectional interface with the higher-dimensional realm they had only glimpsed—and in doing so, connect to the infinite branching pathways that radiated from it, the myriad dimensions spoken of in the oldest, most theoretical Elythrii legends.

This would be their pathway to dimensions outside their own. The project was named the Confluence. It became their new Great Work.

For fifty years, the entire resources of their civilization were directed toward this single goal. They built not with metal and crystal, but with solidified law and woven causality. At a chosen point in the void between dimensions, a place of profound quiet and stability, they assembled the interface.