The Primordial Record - Chapter 957

Chapter 957 Tenebris

'What a lovely speech,' Rowan thought, 'if it is meant to rouse the pride in my heart to challenge a horizon above my comprehension then it is a great pep talk, the only issue here is that I don't care about the Supreme Circle as he thinks, what others crave with all their soul, is for me, just one more weapon in my arsenal. How can I crave a weapon that can topple all of realities when I have others that can do that job ten times faster?'

When the Primordial Record showed Rowan a breakdown of his bloodline and abilities, it was done in the simplest and most efficient manner possible, and if it had chosen to reveal the might of any of his powers in the same way that Old Man Seed had presented the Supreme Circles, it would be a thousand times more memorable.

The presentation of information can sometimes hold more weight than the information itself. It was all a matter of context, and this old man was a master in the act of context. Rowan felt his Will of Truth react to this realization and he almost smiled.

Rowan cleared his throat, "I am a mortal, and yet I carry a third-dimensional Will and the Title of a World Bearer. You have seen my strength and my ambition, and you should know that I will never settle for anything lesser with the potential I have,"

Rowan smiled as a thought entered his heart and he said, "There is something I always say inside my heart when I am before a great challenge, for it is in those moments that I am truly alive, nothing else can ever top those moments. I say to myself: Let the storm rage ever higher, I cannot be shaken, my Will is stone. Old Man Seed, let the weight of power come for me, let it rage, let it slam itself against the barrier of my Will, it would only return spent, for I cannot tremble. My Will is Stone."

Inside his dimension, Rowan felt a ripple and his consciousness witnessed a grand change in his thought process, and his jaws nearly dropped when his Will of Truth transformed before his eyes, hiding its core and bringing forth a new fruit.

This event was potent enough that after a thousand years, the Primordial Record stirred and it spoke, and Rowan thought it could detect a sense of tired amusement from the Singularity.

Will of Truth (First Masking) — Will of Stone.

'Huh,' Rowan scoffed internally, 'Apparently if I say something with enough conviction, it becomes the truth. Interesting. The pieces I have to play with have gotten larger.'

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"Ignore those wailing cretins overhead, even as heads, they are still greedy bitches who smell opportunities when they see it. Damn it, why is this so hard to collect... Hah! I got it... Do you think you can hide it from me Hephy? Hahaha..."

Opening his palms, Rowan noticed a small lump of black iron, but it did not stay that way for long before Old Man Seed began to tap it with his fingers as if he was playing a tune, and before long the small lump of black iron expanded to a full body armor.

The armor was featureless, with no adornment whatsoever, it had no openings and resembled a black mannequin. Immediately Rowan was reminded of the shell he had as a mortal when he unlocked his Ouroboros bloodline.

Old Man Seed looked at the armor in fascination and blew on it, this gesture blew away a thick layer of brown dust that had settled on the armor, but Rowan's eyes constricted when he noticed that these brown dusts were remnants of dead universes.

Perhaps this was not something that someone could easily recognize, but Rowam knew what a dead universe looked like, he had just left one not long ago, but gathered thickly on this inconspicuous armor was the remnant of tens of thousands of dead universes!

"Until you complete your Fifth Supreme Circle, you shall forever remain inside this armor. Forged from the heart of Tenebris, the last-born son of the Prime of the Great Abyss. This armor has inherited his name and his Will, and it would break whoever wears it. This would be your greatest test on your way towards the greatest heights of the Circle Romion, would you allow Temebris to break you?"

"You ask too many questions old man," Rowan growled.

"Oh, the pride of youth, do not lose it, Rowan, for it might help for the pain ahead."

Rowan's vision was suddenly covered in darkness, but his perception was acute enough to notice that the black armor had assumed a life of its own and leaped onto his body, covering Rowan from head to toe, and plunging him into a great darkness with no end in sight.

The voice of Old Man Seed reached him as if coming from the other end of the universe, "..... Hold on to your convictions..."

Then the first crack occurred, it sounded as if a galaxy had been split apart, and the pain began, as Rowan's body was crushed to a state a trillion times smaller than an atom.