The Primordial Record Chapter 1493 Dawn Of The Supreme Era (8)



Chapter 1493 Dawn Of The Supre Era (8)

Vraegar was in Treasure Heaven!

He would have enjoyed it more if it was not more like hell than heaven. As he flew so hard and fast it almost felt like his wings were about to be ripped off of his body, a cry of rage resounded behind him,

"Give back my sacred pillar you goddam thieving dragon!"

Dodging a bright beam of energy that would have transford him into a golden statue, Vraegar scread back at his pursuer who seed to be intent on tearing him to pieces, "How did you expect to know this entire dinsion is your source of virility? I feel even dirty picking it up and holding it all this while, and to think I was kissing my treasure, ahhh, I have been done a great misdeed!"

"How dare you, little dragon, did you not know of the legend of this place?!"

Vraegar roared in annoyance while thinking inside his heart, 'Why does everyone call little? Can I never grow big enough?"

"I have already seized this treasure, and there is no way I am spitting it out; you can pursue to the end of this realm, but nothing shall co of it."

"Damned dragon, return this king's scepter, ahhh, my warrior sword, stop touching it!"

Vraegar sneered in annoyance as he pushed himself to fly faster, "Is this not your phallus, you fucking mountain? How dare you not speak freely for sothing as ancient as you!"

"Dragon, you desecrate my holy relic; you shall suffer for all eternity for this travesty."

The white dragon was flying over a vast realm made from Aetheric Gold and precious Aether gems as far as his senses could reach pursued by a mountain in the shape of a man bigger than most dinsions in reality, and Vraegar had been running for his life after collecting a massive mountain made out of an unknown tal that was filled with so much vitality he believed it could aid him all the way to the eighth-dinsional level.

As he ran for his life, a part of his senses were furiously scanning around for ways he could escape with, everything around the dragon was a treasure even the dust floating in the breeze was made from so precious earth or tal that would be hard to find outside this realm, there was so much treasure around him that even the fantastical had turned mundane and Vraegar found himself going only after what was priceless, even though everything around him would have been considered priceless before he entered this place. This was the Great Labyrinth.

Vraegar had been able to gain access to this fantastical place using a certain device from his father, the Labyrinth Pass, that had been engraved into his soul with a thod that the dragon could not comprehend, but it had led him to this place.

Rowan had acquired this token in the future using one of his Reflections after countless struggles across nurous dinsions for many millions of years before he could gain access to this Pass and not the widely known Labyrinth Token, and he had brought this treasure back with him to the present, Rowan had given it to Vraegar in order for him to reach the depths of one of the most hidden Primordial Realm in existence.

Unlike the Labyrinth Token, with a Pass, the holder would be able to gain access to the secretive realm of the Great Labyrinth, and it was said that in this place there was no treasure in existence that could not be found.

This realm was the domain of a relatively unknown Primordial being whose forces were deeply entrenched into every facet of reality, and yet they had managed to stay under the radar, priding themselves to be the center of rcentile activity and was the birthplace and ho of countless treasures. It could be said that there was no treasure that was ever made in reality or would ever be created did not have the touch of the Great Labyrinth upon it, and that was not a particularly strange concept when you understand that this place was the Domain of Primordial mory.

Rowan had never stepped foot on this realm and he was planning not to do so even in the future, because he suspected that unlike all the sleeping Primordials, the ability of Primordial mory made them especially dangerous to him, and this primordial may be more aware than the others, Rowan thought they might be similar to Primordial Chaos.

There was also sothing about this Primordial that had never sat right with him, and Rowan could not place his fingers on exactly the reason why he could not see eye to eye with this Primordial, but perhaps the greatest reason was his secretiveness and the mystique that surrounded him.

It was not an easy thing to make a Primordial to be forgettable, but Primordial mory going against his na had achieved sothing like that.

Most immortals in existence did not even know of this Primordial, and for those that did, they tend to hoard this knowledge to themselves because it was in their best interest.

Every immortal who had managed to get a hold of a Labyrinth Token was able to use it to gain treasures that they would have no chance to ever acquire, and for a price that was relatively unbeatable for the value given.

Yet, every single one of them were craving for sothing more than this Token, it was for a Labyrinth Pass, this would enable them to enter this realm and

contest for the chance to beco a Labyrinth Specter.

A Labyrinth Specter was a true denizen of this realm, they were able to reach nearly every corner of this realm and could easily exchange for treasures, even pick it up from the ground as if it was trash.

Vraegar was to beco a Labyrinth Specter, not for the treasures, Rowan was not interested in that, he would rather craft the treasures he needed with his hands, no, he was here for information, which he considered priceless, and if Vraegar would prove capable, he would be the poisoned needle that was slipped into the heart of this Primordial.