The Primordial Record - Chapter 971

Chapter 971 Seven Centuries (2)

For the normal Ouroboros Serpents, this endless growth of their bodies had a limit, and after Rowan evolved the bloodline to the six-headed Ouroboros Serpent, this limit was pushed back further, and now that he was a Primordial Ouroboros, he could not even see any boundary on this ability. Even as mortal creatures, his Primordial Ouroboros Serpents could eat till they had the power levels of Primordias. The only drawback was to find meals that could nourish them to such an extent. Unlike normal Ouroboros Serpents, these Primordial Serpents were very selective about what they ate.

Except for beings at the God-Emperor level and above, anything less was treated as thrash. So Rowan could not feed them with any sort of mundane energy or Essence inside the universe.

However, the Primordial darkness inside the Tenebris armor was promising in that regard, and it seemed it was limitless in some regard, and Rowan now had the chance to grow both in knowledge and power.

His dimensional flesh creaked and pushed against the pressure from the armor, and he almost felt his large pool of Consciousness quiver, but his excitement had no time to build before a wave of power emerged from the armor, and the force suppressing his body multiplied once more.

The Primordial Serpents hissed in irritation as their bodies that had grown to hundreds of feet were compressed to a few inches, but this did nothing but trigger the madness in their heart. Their essence stores had increased in volume and although they had not gained more Spirits, they could burn those they had more effectively. The least Spirit in their bodies belonged to God Emperors, and with a dull thumping sound that shook the armor, the bodies of the Serpents ignited and the devouring force increased. Slowly but surely, their explosive growth resumed. Ne/w novel chapters are published on no/vel(/bin(.)co/m

Before he entered the Tenebris armor, each Primordial Serpent measured nearly 450,000 miles, and could easily swallow entire solar systems, leaving the previous bodies of the Ouroboros Serpents to shame, and under this meal of Primordial Darkness, it was unknown how large his serpents would become once he left the armor.

In two years, the Serpents had eaten enough to push his dimensional flesh to another level of strength, expanding their bodies until it reached nearly a thousand feet, and once more the Tenebris armor suppressed him with unflinching power, over the next seven hundred years, this suppression was performed 2,782 times.

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The discussion of Old Man Seed and Elura under the Bodhi tree did not come to a satisfying conclusion, each of them knowing they were keeping secrets in their hearts, but sure they would be the first to discover it before the other did.

It took a seventh-dimensional being like Old Man Seed to erase all aspects of the treasure among space and time to ensure that his grandson had unfettered access to it. In that case not just lasting one Minor Era, the armor should run with no issues for a hundred Minor Eras.

Elura rubbed her brows in irritation, "Were you aware of who had access to this armor during the period you were away? Do you not think that perhaps, Labyrinth may have sold access to it, after all, you gave him a passcode to access its Spirit."

Old Man Seed frowned, "That is unlikely, but also possible, but do not fear daughter, refiling the Tenebris armor would not take much from me. This armor is expensive to refill, nevertheless, it is not a picky eater. Do not look down on your old man, the treasures I have gathered have long been the envy of Labyrinth himself. Refilling Tenebris is a minor issue."

Old Man Seed conjured an orb of rippling silver metal. This was Aechon Stone, a potent treasure that could only be harvested from the depths of the Abyss. Old man Seed had gone on an expedition to the lower levels of the Great Abyss many Eras ago and gathered a lot of valuable loot, this was one of them.

A single Aechon Stone was worth the price of a universe, and Old Man Seed had gathered tens of thousands of these stones. He was not bluffing when he said his riches could make a Primordial envious.

Without any fanfare he pushed the Aechon Stone into Tenebris and the vanished, he closed his eyes and sensed the power levels in the armor,

"Strange, it is still dropping." he muttered to himself.

Summoning ten more Aechon Stones he pushed it into Tenebris and after a while smiled in satisfaction. This should last for at least a hundred thousand years, even with the unknown expenditure from this cursed armor, he thought.

Two years later, his eyes snapped open as the armor began crying out for sustenance. With an annoyed grunt he pushed another ten Aechon Stone into it.

One year later....