The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1687

Chapter 1687: Preparation For Battle

Although Rowan did not wish it, his words could as well be compulsion. Although he could use an incarnation to speak to weaker lifeforms, something odd had happened when he had returned to Reality, his incarnation had been sucked into his body without any prompting, and as it was, he had to fight against the force emerging from his body that wanted to draw away all the incarnations he had scattered all over Reality into himself.

As he grew closer to acquiring space origin, his dimensional flesh seemed to be going through a phase of contraction and revitalization. Every single portion of his essence that was outside his body was being forcefully collected so they could be purified and upgraded.

If not for the presence of his Dimensional Soul that gave him an unfair advantage over energy and higher exoteric forces, if he had access to his dimensional flesh alone, he would not have been able to hold back the relentless tides of his Incarnations scattered across Reality returning to him.

This process was the birth of omnipotence.

Rowan now realized another reason why Primordials remained asleep and utilized their Thrones. It was not just that Reality was weak, but if they awakened, their Thrones would be drawn into their bodies.

Perhaps this would also happen if their bodies inside of Reality were pushed outside of it; they would be forced to merge with their higher form.

Still, Rowan would not attempt to stop the Primordials by banishing their bodies outside to merge with their higher form because the bodies inside of Reality had occupied all of its foundation, and if they merged with their higher form, it would be a sign that their mission was complete, and the Primordials would feast.

Rowan would have to kill the bodies of the Primordials inside of Reality, while ensuring he could preserve their pillars; it was a daunting task that almost seemed impossible, but he had seen what happened to all life in Reality when the concept of Light had been killed for a few moments.

It would be so easy to fight this battle if he was not be constrained by his need to maintain life across Reality, when everything else but his children were fleeting thoughts at the edges of his memory, but Rowan knew that it would be a mistake to disregard the miracle that was life even though they did not belong to his creations.

Noctis began to speak, and as he did, Rowan was pulling the memories of all he had seen from both his words and his soul. The crow found it uncomfortable, but he endured it without making a complaint.

"The Arena is complete and for the first time since well forever, the Great Abyss has opened its gates to all, with the promise that there would be no overt or covert attempt to corrupt anyone who entered the realm, but it would be only on the Abyss level where the Arena is situated, if anyone were to enter any other levels, this promise would be void. From my last count, I could see millions of different races entering the Abyss, it was like a...."

As Noctis continued speaking, Rowan pulled the memory of the Arena up to his eyes, creating a miniature level of the Great Abyss in front of him.

This Arena was built by compressing a hundred levels of the Abyss into one gigantic layer, and then this layer was pushed to the top.

A grand working like this had not been seen since the creation of the Great Abyss by Primordial Demon, and Rowan was a bit fascinated by the process.

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