The Primordial Record

Chapter 1896: Changes And Rot

EOSAH’S REALITY

A decade ago, eight lines of radiance cut across Reality, and not long after, all life in creation heard the cries of the Primordials. That day ushered in the end of the Primordial Domains and their unending rule over Reality.

The mighty Primordial Domains collapsed like a house made of cards, so swiftly and silently that most would not have believed that such a thing had taken place if not for what began to happen next all over Reality.

Previously, massive wormholes had opened all over Reality, and from it came Primordial Essence in such enormous quantities that it rivalled all infusions of power known to the inhabitants of this Reality, and this caused drastic changes to sweep across all that was known.

For a long time, there had been a lower realm and a higher realm. The lower realm was the domain of Reality from the first to the third dimension. It contained the material universes and was the home for mortals and lesser immortals under the fourth-dimensional level.

The higher realms were the domain of dimensions; this was the place where the Primordial Realms and all the higher-dimensional domains created by higher-dimensional immortals resided.

Mortals and immortals slowly cultivate to their peak potential inside the lower realms, and the lucky few who were talented or fated enough to touch the higher-dimensional powers were able to leave the lower realms for the higher realms, where the chance for true immortality could be found.

For a long time, this was all that was known about the face of Reality, but as always, there was a secret behind this arrangement, and everything within Reality was connected to the Primordials, who ensured that the design of Eosah’s Reality followed their Will.

If everything had continued as it had always been, then no one in Reality might have discovered the profound truth behind existence and would have taken all they know to be the truth. However, the presence of one man changed everything.

Rowan had altered the fundamental dynamics of existence that were known to all. He introduced the Primordial Essence into Reality, and it changed its foundation, propelling the so-called lower realms to great heights, causing them to approach the power of the higher realms.

However, this process was interrupted by the Primordials before the battle in the Arena, where the Primordial Demon was killed. So the lower realms were not fully integrated with the higher realms.

Of course, this division in Reality was created by the Priordials, and the power they wielded inside Reality, which they termed as Primordial Essence, was simply the Origin Essence of Eosah.

They had separated Reality into parts, allowing them to rule without interfering with each other. In this careful dance of cooperation and deception, the Primordials had ensured that none of them had the power to make sweeping changes across Reality without needing the power or the permission of another Primordial.

Still, this was just the surface level behind this arrangement; beneath it all lay a carefully constructed sandbox created by them to manage Rowan and the powerful Singularity in his possession.

Now that the powers of the Primordials had been broken and Reality had a new master, Rowan was shattering everything to its foundation and rebuilding it anew.

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Inside a gloomy chamber lay the prone form of a man in chains. The chains were attached to manacles that wrapped around his two wrists and ankles. There was also a metal collar around his neck, which was also fused to these chains.

What was strange about these chains was that, even though they were linked to this man, they were not connected to anything; their ends pierced into space, where they seemed to disappear. It was as if these chains were linked to a higher dimension, and only a small part of it was connected to this man, which was shown.

The man had long, white hair and a beard like an old man, and at one time, he had cut a powerful figure whose body resembled the personification of strength. But now, he appeared almost withered, as if an essential part of him had been stripped away.

He stayed so still on the ground, and only the rise and fall of his chest suggested that he was still alive, and that was a matter of choice, because the man who lay on the floor here, Primordial Life, did not need to breathe.

The chains around his body began to rattle, and a voice entered his mind, “Life, come to your feet, the Creator summons you.”

The eyes of Primordial Life snapped open, burning with a faint green glow and filled with venom like a viper. The voice that entered his mind was familiar to him, and the Primordial’s gaze fell on a lesser creature, a fucking mortal.

“CLANG… CLANG…”

The chains around the Primordial began to writhe like a snake, glowing green and emitting a faint greenish fog, and the Primordial groaned in pain. He had just attempted to will this mortal into a life of misery before dying painfully, but his powers rebounded, and Primordial Life experienced all the horror that he was going to inflict on the mortal.

What made it worse for him was that his innate resilience was useless against this rebound attack, the chains at that moment making him be in the shoes of a mortal and experiencing the wrath of a Primordial.

Primordial Life endured the pain for a few seconds before he stiffly came to his feet, and he almost tried to kill the mortal again when he saw that the man was smirking,

“You tried to kill me just now, didn’t you? How is that working out for you?”

Walking up to the mortal who did not flinch despite a Primordial glaring down on him, Primordial Life brought his mouth close to his ears and whispered, “You think you are safe? But in your heart, you feel it. Every breath you take is a seed that I planted into your marrow even before your universe existed, and that seed would bloom in time. You want to believe in your heart that you do not fear me because you believe that life is weaker than death, how foolish. Death is my herald! When those seeds in your marrows rot, and they always will, I will rise inside of you, not as a gentle spring to take away your pain, but as a blazing flame. With your hand I shall strangle your wife and rip her babe out of her womb. Your daughter shall be raped by jackals as she is eaten alive and your son… oh, what I shall do to him.”

Primordial Life stepped back and looked at the eyes of the man that flashed with fear and then rage. He saw the blow coming a while away, and he grinned, but the rage in his heart was so hot that the chains around his body began to rattle.

The man punched him in the stomach, his fist grinding deep until his liver was compressed before it exploded inside him. Primordial Life hunched in pain, slow gasp emerging from his throat, but his breath was forced to a stop as a thick hand wrapped around his throat, and the mortal dragged him up upright, “Are you done?” The man growled, “I have a job here and you are not making it easy, even though I enjoy stomping on you.”