The Primordial Record - Chapter 1062



The shadows of Rowan enveloped the entire ship made from the skulls of a hundred million Explorers, making the empty eye holes of the skulls flash red for a brief moment beforen/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

everything returned to normal.

Deep inside the ship, on a bed made of skull, Rowan reappeared and he closed his eyes and lay on his back, seemingly falling asleep. These next few months would go by quickly, and he already made his plans, he only needed to wait and gather more data, he could never stop gathering information, and a slight thing could be the difference between winning and losing. The devil is in the detail, and he had a devil to hunt, a devil considered by all to be undying.

He was not idle, even as his body continuously grew and adapted to the Ascendant Aura flooding into it, his mind began to read every available piece of literature on Stone Reach, although there were not as many as he would like, there was still an astonishing number of texts that had been preserved for millions of years, and he suspected that he must go to much higher continents to find anything better.

A rather interesting fact that Rowan had discovered was that although he could gain all the memories from the souls of the dead, most of the knowledge accumulated during a mortal's life was useless to him, repetitive and inane, most mortal lives were simply brief flashes of happiness and a lot of pain and horror.

They never focused on learning about the past or gathering knowledge that would not immediately affect their situation at the moment, and it did not help that they were in a state of perpetual warfare, and scholarship pursuits were not seen as important. If not for immortal Ascendants that preserved the culture and knowledge of the past, the mortals would have long descended into barbarity, and there would be no difference between them and mad beasts.

Perhaps this might be the truth. His understanding of higher dimensional capabilities was still low, and Old Man Seed was a special existence even among their number, did he not say he was a teardrop from a Primordial?

Rowan placed this consideration aside for the moment, he would learn the truth in time, his focus was on what could have caused this changes in the expected flow of event. The first option was obviously the Eye.

The Eye of the Primordial of Time must have seen a better target than inhabiting Rowan's body and its influence must have begun to spread.

There were fearful whispers and panicked memories in the souls of Explorers he had devoured of a new danger zone that had arisen where time itself seemed to be nonexistent. This was something that Rowan was sure that the Eye was capable of, and that was the least of its powers, Rowan had not forgotten the price he had paid to seal the Eye and what that could mean for him if his safety measures had been broken.

It would mean old enemies were back in the board.

Knowledge on the Eye was a priority but the true extent of its influence was yet unknown due to the limited information in the souls of the mortals he had devoured, but he expected that to change when he began to kill Ascendants in six months' time.

With his present battle prowess, Rowan could kill Ascendants, but it would be a struggle and there were chances that he might not be able to stop them if they wanted to escape. At this point in time, Rowan did not want to take unnecessary risks and would rather recover another part of his consciousness, reach the Deific Rank, and cleanly kill Ascendants to harvest their memories.