The Primordial Record - Chapter 1194

Chapter 1194: Failed Negotiation Tactics



'The Gate of Oblivion, holds the Primordial of Soul?'

If Rowan could he would be slapping the Eye with annoyance, he did not know how many more mind-blowing revelations he could take in such a short period of time, but he understood that he was before a presence who had been here from the beginning of everything and it would be strange if it could not shed light on the forgotten secrets of the past.

Rowan had always wondered about the roots of Soul Origin, or why Supreme Worlds, even Primordial Worlds, would link their dimensions to the Great Darkness and spread their bloodlines into the lesser realm. Now he knew it was not a matter of choice but of necessity. With the knowledge of the soul, he knew that those of immortals were flawless and singular, almost impossible to be split, and those of mortals were filled with lights of various colors that could merge and bring out something new. Yet he knew that what he understood of the soul was just one part of the equation, the knowledge that the true well of soul dwelled in the mortal realm was the other end that sealed the equation.

Chaos was Reality, and he had chained Soul underneath him, and with a method that was unknown, the essence of Soul was being bled out into reality to create life.

Elura, his mother despite all her powers, had to create a mirror of herself to go into the lower dimension so she could conceive. Every Supreme World he knew fought and protected the third-dimensional universe, and now he understood the reason, and one of the things that had baffled him about the soul for so long was answered.

There was a pattern here that Rowan felt he was about to grasp, a reason that went beyond what the Eye of Time had said about the finite powers of the Primordials, Rowan felt that reason was not enough for everything they had done.

The plans of the Primordials were ingenious, but he still knew he did not know the full picture yet to create a workable hypothesis, and this lack of knowledge made his teeth itch.

From the Soul to Space, to Time, there was a clear path here that was being created. For what reason, he did not know, and Rowan could not help but agitate for this loss, knowing this answer would lead him a step closer to the truth.

The regret he was feeling for losing control of the Eye of Time was immeasurable. If he had been able to contain and consume the Eye then the wealth of knowledge and power he would have gained would simply be incalculable. Well, it was not as if he did not previously know this to be the case.

Hell, he had sacrificed reading the souls of all the Shadows so he could contain the Eye knowing the benefits he would gain would be greater than knowing whatever truths the Shadows knew about the past. His gamble had failed, but he did not regret the attempt.

When Rowan became a dimension, he also had the ability to grant bloodline, gaining access to Bloodline Sources, and so he knew that a power like the Chaos Engine could not be born from a Bloodline Source, because this ability transcended any sort of bloodline power he knew, and even the knock-off version of it available to only the most powerful of Empyreans could not compare to his own in the slightest.

Rowan did not know that his Chaos World Engine was born directly from a blood drop of Chaos, and even if he did, he would not be too surprised, he would have expected it.

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Even though he was thinking about the connections between the past and the present, Rowan was still furiously cramming all the details of the map in his soul. Even if he was not seeing the entirety of reality, this was already a big chunk of it, so much so that if he wanted to explore all of it he would take many Minor Eras to do so, and that was him not taking the

scenic route.

After a while, the map stopped expanding and the Eye of Time snapped his fingers and certain pathways, like thread began to glow, and he began to speak while pointing them out,

"The Great Darkness is linked to all known dimensions in reality, from it they harvest resources that could only be gained from that place, and I guess you should already know the resource,"

"Souls," Rowan said,

"Exactly," the mortal flesh of the Eye of Time smiled, "the pathways, these glowing branches here are made from Time, you ask what my boon is worth, then it is quite simple, for one of my aid, I can give the ability to freely pass through this passageway."

Rowan stopped himself from blinking with annoyance or was it amusement, with his dimensional flesh and his titles he could easily go to any third dimensional universe he

wanted.

"Is that so?" he drawled.