The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1601

Chapter 1601: Ancient And Timeless

The Celestial Legions had entered this realm in numbers beyond counting with great fanfare, and their first show of power was spectacular. In a single move, they had incapacitated a Primordial Beast and the Throne of a Primordial, and their momentum seemed unstoppable.

However, in the time of three short breaths, their numbers had been reduced to nearly nothing. The heavens bled golden and scarlet as it wept with the oceans of divine ichor spewed from the crushed bodies of the Celestials, and all of this happened by the act of a single man.

Now there was only the Archon with the Adjudicator on its shoulder, and the last Celestial Creator standing defeated with fear, the song lost from his heart.

Rowan could imagine the shock in the Celestial Creator’s heart. Since the moment of creation, there had never been anyone like him.

There were Chosen Children, Heavenly Fated, Heaven Defying Genuises who could come once in an Era, and then there was him.

Rowan had watched the lives and developments of countless heaven-defying geniuses in Reality. He had seen the trajectory of their growth and the height of their souls.

They could grow up to defy the heavens with a single deed and be renowned for an Era. A case in point would be Andar, whose name and feat had shaken the foundations of the Magus society.

However, no matter how talented these geniuses were, they were nothing before the abomination that was Rowan.

As a mortal, he had mastered the Supreme Circle, which was basically a collection of all the techniques and cultivation pathways in Reality.

On the surface, this would seem wild, but there were other great geniuses out there who, although it took them a longer time to do it, were all on their way to deciphering the Supreme Circle.

An example of this would be the Celestial Creators that Rowan had just butchered. As a favourite pastime, most Celestial Creators chose to decrypt the Supreme Circle to learn about other pathways of power.

Nevertheless, there was something fundamentally different about what they were doing and what Rowan had achieved even as a mortal.

Rowan did not just decipher every single pathway inside the Supreme Circles; he completely mastered them to their pinnacle. No immortal alive had the soul capacity to interpret and master at the same time, and what most did was simply brush across the surface and memorize the pathways. They could only be used as reference material for their own cultivation and not master all of it.

There is a difference between reading a course on Alchemy, knowing the text from cover to cover, and mastering the Alchemy lessons and becoming a Master Alchemist.

A great genius who would stand out once in an Era could master a hundred law pathways, but Rowan had mastered virtually an infinite number of law pathways. How could there be any competition with him?

Rowan cracked his neck. The fight had been short but incredibly brutal. He had been taken to the limits and beyond many times in these three short breaths, and although his recovery ability was unmatched, he was still suffering from multiple injuries that should kill him many times over.

The sound emerging from a harp was nothing short of enchanting—a delicate, celestial cascade of tones that seemed to shimmer in the air like golden light on water. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Each plucked string releases a note that blooms with crystalline purity, lingering with a warm, resonant glow before gently fading into the next. The high notes sparkle like dewdrops, while the deeper tones roll like soft, velvety waves, creating a harmonious balance that feels both ethereal and deeply soothing.

Rowan’s hand, holding the Destroyer, pointed at the Adjudicator, dropped to his side. He seemingly lost all energy in his limbs as he was dragged down into Memory.

The melody flows with a liquid grace, as if the harp itself is breathing—sometimes tender and whispering like a sigh, other times rising in a radiant, cascading arpeggio that dances like sunlight through leaves. The vibrations seem to hover in the space around him, wrapping the world in a luminous embrace, evoking emotions ranging from wistful longing to transcendent joy.

It is a sound that feels ancient yet timeless, as though the very air has been woven into something sacred and sublime.

It seemed to be a long time, but it was also just a moment, and then the music ended, taking with it Rowan’s heart.

"At the beginning, I never understood Primordial’s Life fascination for music; it is not often that I find myself denied comprehension, but this piece, taken from a forgotten universe, has shown me something that I have never understood before, and for this I thank you, Eulxhu Thyak."

"Primordial Memory," Rowan growled, "I was wondering when you would show up."