The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1735

Chapter 1735: Preparing For The Future

There were still small pockets of chaos around his Origin Land, but those would soon become part of the ever-growing vista, as Rowan could sense that soon the Origin Land would begin expanding once more.

After surviving the battle between Rowan and Nyxara, this land underwent not just a transformation but an all-around evolution. He expected great things in the future.

Satisfied that the healing process was going well, Rowan brought the Origin of Soul and pushed it into his chest, where it hovered above his heart. Also surrounding his heart were his Destiny and Fate Origins.

Space Origin was fused with his flesh, but he noticed that a pale haze surrounded the tri-colored sigil in his chest, suggesting that a physical representation of his Space Origin would soon appear.

Rowan knew that keeping all of these Origins floating around inside his body was not the proper way to house them; instead, he should seed them in his flesh. In fact, the Primordial Record had been suggesting such a thing for a while now.

Every time he opened it, there was a section where it stated:

[First Dimension Completed - Seed?]

[Second Dimension Completed - Seed?]

[Third Dimension Completed - Seed?]

[Fourth Dimension Completed - Seed?]

[Fifth Dimension Completed - Seed?] 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

[Sixth Dimension Completed - Seed?]

[Seventh Dimension Completed - Seed?]

[Eighth Dimension Completed - Seed?]

Before he gained Origin, he had no idea what this section meant. Probing the Primordial Record had just given him vague outlines of some stupendous power. However, at that time, Rowan was still a lower-dimensional immortal, and he was unable to interpret what all of this could mean.

According to the Primordial Record, unlike an average Primordial who could only embody a single Origin, Rowan to hold eight, potentially nine Origins in his body, becoming what should be an Eight-fold Primordial or a Nine-fold Primordial, the final step to reach the ninth dimensional level for someone like him was confusing when technically, everytime he mastered Origin meant he had reached the ninth dimensional level.

However, he could glimpse that path forward, and all of them pointed at seeding each of his dimensions with an Origin power; perhaps that was all he needed to firmly reach the ninth-dimensional level.

But if that were to be the case, then Rowan would have to be picky about the Origins he chose to fuse with his flesh, after all, he had only eight slots, and if things kept proceeding as they should, it was highly possible he would possess more than eight Origins before this war was over.

Rowan was used to suffering from success, and pushed this concern aside; besides, he still had more fusion and a Class Ascension in front of him, which could bring about some unexpected benefits that might solve the present roadblock.

His bloodline Avatars were responsible for the creation of their new shells. When this task was completed, Rowan would breathe life into them.

The New Light he had created had access to many Angels. After half of Heaven fell under her domain, many Celestial Creators served her, but Rowan would not touch any angel from her dominion.

In fact, calling what he was attempting to recreate as Angels was not necessarily the correct term he should be using, because he was going to reshape them from their foundations, making them become something new and special, but since being Angels was the root of their existence, Rowan did not throw it away completely.

Unlike him, who was used to endless transformation, he could not change the Angels to another new form and not retain part of their history inside their bodies; otherwise, they would collapse under the mental strain of possessing a new form.

After the creation of his Angels, they would begin preparing the land for the billions of children that would be remade under the power of his Origin Land.

With his present bloodline powers and attainments, Rowan believed that what he could create inside this place may rival anything that had ever existed.

His anticipation of what was to come was tempered by the pain of those he had lost and would never see again, his son, his first friend, his mother...

This pain brought a fresh wave of pain, and Rowan’s spirit howled in anguish as it descended into the depths of the soul’s origin and seized the Origin of Imagination.

"Let the hunt begin!"