The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1158

Chapter 1158: Mountain Of Mourning

At Rowan's cryptic words, Shisu's glowing red eyes tightened, somehow knowing he was hearing great truths but not comprehending them, "What book? Where is this Doom Star? What are you talking about?"

Rowan folded his arms across his chest and tapped the side of his head as if in deep thought even as he observed one of the more powerful beings he had come across, he sighed in a somewhat pitying manner,

"Ahh, I see, I had forgotten that you are all mice trapped in a spinning wheel. It is hard for me to reconcile sometimes that such great power could be paired with a greater amount of ignorance. I guess, this is the price you have to pay for power in this realm. I wonder how many places in reality such a phenomenon occurs, perhaps it is unique to this realm alone, it has to be, else why would I allow myself to become trapped inside of it for so long."

"Do not speak in riddles," Shisu snapped the unrelenting hate and madness that he barely hid beneath the surface bubbling up, his fear and irritation driving his Will into a frenzy, "You should be the remnant of that alien entity that arrived a million years ago, or a part of the Time Blight, j don't care which, but I shall delight in your screams of pain when I feed..."

"Oh, I see what that is, turning to your Hate, but you have forgotten something here," Rowan chuckled, and his body turned into a beam of light that shot towards Shisu, "Your Hate has a new master now."

"Stay back!" the Ascendant roared as a reddish-black colored shockwave erupted from his body.

This move carried such devastating power that being close to the city would shred everything around in a thousand-mile radius to nothing, but upon encountering the red beam of light that Rowan had transformed into, the shockwave was absorbed in its entirety, and the speed of the red beam of light increased as a result, and it pierced into Shisu's forehead.

The Ascendant screamed, clutching his head and he suddenly went silent, his body dropped from the air like a rock, yet his crash at the ground stirred no dust.

Due to the speed Rowan and Shisu operated, everything that occurred here seemed instantaneous to an outside observer. In one moment the golden giants were charging at an insurmountable foe, whose appearance was slight, but the Aura he exuded felt as if they were charging at a slumbering supernova, and the next, he clutched his head with a scream and collapsed.

They were rightly confused but their attention was drawn to the body of the god-child who had stretched his hand and picked up his head, and was setting it back on his neck.

A cheer rang out among the Blood Blessed before they turned to the prone form of the Ascendant, not knowing what had caused his collapse but not willing to allow the opportunity for revenge slip from their fingers, they charged at him, _{freёwebnovel.com}

"Stop!" the god-child called out, his voice was so loud it traveled through their ranks of billions, "This is the work of our Creator, he defends us, we have proven our worth before his gaze and this is a test that he would never let us fall. He is not cold and distant, but he is here with us." his gaze was drawn to the Ascension Spear, seemingly realizing something.

His gaze was noticed by the rest and a stir went through the crowd, as an air of sheer disbelief thundered across their ranks, was it possible that all these while, their Primogenitor had always been with them?

A cold and sharp pain pierced through his chest, but Shisu hardly reacted, calmly bringing a white handkerchief to wipe the blood coming out from the side of his lips. He turned his head lazily to the left at the moment the door behind him opened up, and a man clad in heavy armor entered the room, which was a rather large library, holding thousands of books, Shisu loved to read, and if he was not in his labs, he would be here.

The man who entered should have been in his fifties due to the gray hair around his head, but his muscular figure had no hint of weakness on it, and he carried his heavy armor as if it were made from air. His deep but regal voice shook the room, this was a man of power,

"My Prince, your father summons you. The army has returned from the great campaign in the north, and a feast is to be held in their honor... and yours. Your presence is required."

Shisu replied, his voice the opposite of the soldier's own, weak and thready as if he was a talking ghost, "Do I need to attend this feast?" he smiled inside when he saw how the hair on the hand of the general stood up and he minutely flinched, but Shisu pretended not to notice this change, no one knew of his present power, his weak body masking that he was at the peak of the mortal's world.

"The feast is being held on the Mountain of Mourning, the entirety of the kingdom will be there, preparation has been ongoing for years now my prince, I know you must have missed it due to your... work, but such an event has never occurred before in the kingdom's history, and if I may be bold my prince, I believe you would regret missing it, even if you were not compelled by the majesty's order, which you are."

"If that is the case," Shisu slowly rose to his feet, "Who am I to refuse my father's summon."