The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1842

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Chapter 1842: The End (2)

Telmus left Staff behind inside the Origin Land. She was the most precious thing to him, and leaving her behind showed how much he had come to trust this enigmatic creator.

Leaving behind a trail of nothing as his body ripped through layers of Reality, Telmus found himself in a strange place, where the laws he knew about existence had vanished, and ideas became the building block of this space.

This place was shaped like a gigantic castle, bigger than a billion dimensions merged together, and if Telmus were not focused on hunting down the trail of vanishing energy, he would have been stuck in place, awestruck.

Even though he knew that becoming Primordial would lead him to places he could never have imagined, the impact of seeing this scene, among others he had seen since he entered the Origin Land, would stay with him for as long as he lived.

“Am I inside the Origin of Soul?” he muttered in fascination; however, with his focus on following the traces of the disappearing energy, this thought briefly touched his mind before it was discarded.

It was important to note that from the moment Telmus detected something was wrong, saw the state of the Origin Land, and pursued the path of the vanishing energy, less than a fraction of a nanosecond had passed.

Staff a powerful immortal was not even aware that she had been taken out from the realm of her father and brought into the Origin Land. In the realm of time that a Primordial operated, most would consider it to be instantaneous, as they could not move or exert enough consciousness power in such a short time frame.

Although to Telmus, time was clearly passing him by, to others, no time had passed. Ahead of him, the energy flowing towards the depths of the Origin of Soul had vanished, while he was still a bit behind.

It was not because he was slow; the energy was traveling unimpeded through this Origin, while Telmus had to pierce his way through with his spear.

Wave after wave of pure soul essence thundered past his body as his appearance resembled a heavenly spear piercing through a realm that most mortal and immortal minds could not comprehend.

The disquiet in his heart was continuously increasing, and Telmus urged his body to move faster. He had rarely felt the emotion called fear, but now there was a sickening feeling rising in the depths of his guts that he could not deny was undoubtedly fear.

“Rowan, don’t die before I find you… Don’t do anything stupid. Wait for me!”

Telmus roared, willing himself to move faster. He was still a young Primordial; if he were a bird, then he had not even left his egg. To fully understand his powers, he would need billions of years at the least, and a few Minor Eras at the most for him to become a fully realized Primordial, and this was just the beginning; the process of fully understanding who he was would be an affair that would stretch for many Cosmic Eras.

But these were in the best of times, not now, when all of existence was under the grip of evil. Telmus could not afford to be slow, even when the only option there is, was to be slow.

He had pierced through the second layer of the Soul when he realized that he could use the arrangement of the Soul’s Origin as a framework to decipher his own.

His consciousness, which had probably grown millions of times stronger than it was when he was an Old One, quickly analyzed the feasibility of this plan.

‘Would it work? Perhaps… what are the chances of success? Twenty percent. Then that is enough.’

Even though he had simply passed through the first layer of the soul, Telmus’s consciousness was in many ways more complete than that of Rowan, and he was able to instantly copy the structure of the Soul’s Origin.