The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1653

Chapter 1653: The Folded Oracles

The Obsidian Abyss was no longer suffocating for Rowan, except for the Intent of Primordial Chaos clustered deep in the mire of this endless blackness. Still, Rowan was not concerned that he would be discovered by the Primordial, as he had observed that Chaos was like a landlord who had never visited the land he owned.

Rowan was also slowly coming to the realization that the only reason he was able to delve so deeply into Reality was tied to being a ’Reality’ himself, and because Eosah was a willing teacher.

Every impactation of her wisdom was done without holding anything back from him, and he was smoothly gaining the Origin of Space more rapidly than he had believed possible.

Even now, if he leaves the void, he would slowly be able to comprehend the deeper layers with what he had gained, but that should take him a couple of billion years.

The only problem he had was that he did not have the entire Supreme Era to learn; he barely had two decades left before his battle with Primordial Demon, and less than two hundred thousand years before the last of Eosah’s Essence was exhausted.

Rowan would have to learn quickly, and he had to learn well; he could not hesitate. Every advantage he had was to be seized, and he would have to hold the line long enough for those who could assist him to become strong enough.

"So many things to do, and I never get enough time to do them."

Rowan sped up his movement, the Obsidian Abyss not holding him back at all. He reached the end of it, where he found a massive barrier that appeared to be made of red metal.

Touching the barrier, Rowan felt a sharp spike of coldness even greater than what he had experienced inside the Obsidian Abyss. Something touched his mind as if someone had just dug their fingers into his brain through his eyes, and the entire barrier, whose length was beyond infinity, wrapped around his body, and he was transported to the third layer of the void.

After passing through the Azure Empyrean and the Obsidian Abyss, Rowan’s understanding of the void deepened. He was no longer held back by the mysterious nature of this space, and this was the only reason he was able to understand what he was seeing in a short amount of time.

If he had been dropped into this place from the start, then it was unknown how many billions of years his mind would have grown to the level where he could understand them.

At first, everything he could observe was pure chaos, but his mind was robust enough to endure the ravages of a dead Reality, and in that madness, he heard her voice. Rowan smiled, and he did not shy away from the madness but embraced it, and her voice became clearer.

It was confusing at first, but soon, Rowan’s eyes lit up because he was becoming more familiar with the words. They reminded him almost of mathematics, and he nearly laughed aloud when he realized that the entirety of the third layer of the void was a living equation.

"Well, in this case, it is a dead equation, but one that is too stubborn to quit, endlessly providing aid for all of Reality despite not having every reason not to."

" My Fractal Weave. The place where my imagination was born."

Eosah’s voice had lost the last of its robot-like quality, and what resounded in Rowan’s mind was a clean voice with an unmatched majesty.

"So, this is the Fractal Weave."

Spread around him for countless light years was a realm where the void folds, spirals, and repeats in infinite recursion. This was a realm where geometry breathes and time is a shattered mirror reflecting endless possibilities.

This was not a conscious decision; it was as if a part of himself had always shirked away from the ravages of time. Was this a moral flaw? Maybe, but if it were, he would correct it.

The echo beside him suddenly reached out to him, and Rowan, almost without thinking, grabbed the face of the echo and crushed its head with a single squeeze.

Rowan had detected a faint sense of hunger from that echo that was almost impossible to detect. Anyone else might have missed it, but Rowan could recognize that hunger, and he instinctively knew that if he allowed that echo to touch him, then it would absorb who he was, and the echo would become him. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

This was the deepest layer of Reality, and Rowan was touching concepts that would make the knowledge of gods and Titans resemble the doddling of a baby. The dangers he was facing were unprecedented, and the ease with which he could fail was ridiculous.

All these while, the echoes had been running beside him in companionable silence, but at the death of one of their number, a loud, spine-tingling shriek erupted from their throats, and they began to surround Rowan.

Eosah’s voice resounded in his head,

"The folded Oracles are my flesh giving life. Now dead, they come for your light."

Rowan stumbled; these words did not appear to be from someone who was dead.

"Run."