Becoming a Primordial was a strange sensation for Rowan; he had experienced the entire process of others becoming Primordials, and because their foundations were rooted inside the Origin Land of his main body, that experience had been so intimate, it was almost as if he was the one ascending.
However, reaching the Primordial level by himself was quite different. He was walking the path of the Ancient Primordial and becoming the Primordial of Space, one of the first concepts to be born in Existence.
Upon obtaining the fourth level of the Origin of space, the Maw of Oblivion, Rowan did not gain any vision from the past, and he believed that it was due to the nature of this space that swallowed all the mories of its Origin, and even its master would not be able to see how it began.
Oblivion was one of the most interesting concepts in Existence, and Rowan found it odd that it was so profoundly linked to space. At least he did, but his confusion would be cleared away the mont he fully seeded this Origin in his flesh.
He could sense all the disruption being created by the Abomination, and Eos had shared the truth of its Origin as well as his own. Knowing about the past was more than enough motivation for Rowan to push past the barrier of ti imposed by the Abomination and push the Origin Flas of Space into his body.
"FUSE!" He roared, shaking the space created by Eos and nearly shattering it as a shockwave erupted from his flesh, created by the transformation of an eighth-dinsional Old One of Rowan powers into a ninth-dinsional Origin Life form.
Sensations, mories, emotions in relentless tides bombarded his mind, rushing past his limits, and Rowan scread… his voice distorting into a long scream that had no ending but endlessly looped around him.
Unlike other Primordials that reached the ninth-dinsional level and slowly found the first layer of their Origin, Rowan already discovered the four layers of space, and he was going through multiple tribulations at the sa ti.
The Tribulations to beco a Primordial were powerful, and every new layer that a Primordial obtained, they would have to undergo a series of tests and powerful Tribulations in order to be worthy of controlling a deeper layer of that concept.
All of these Tribulations coming at the sa ti had never been seen in Existence, since it should have technically been impossible for any entity to not only reach the Primordial level, but also understand four of its layers at the sa ti.
This caused Rowan's Primordial to beco sothing new, as massive gates of restriction that bounded space were shattered and reconfigured into sothing new before they were shattered again. Every shattering led to a greater storm of mories that almost made Rowan want to shatter his consciousness because he could no longer take it.
What made this rush of mories so painful to bear was that they were chaotic, lacking form or aning, but all of them were at the ninth-dinsional level, hence they carried incredible weight. Just a single piece of mory was more than enough to occupy the mind of a Primordial, yet Rowan was being bombarded with so many mories that he could no longer count them.
When his mind was brought to the brink, Rowan began to draw power from his main body without holding back, even when he knew that Eos was fighting one of the most dangerous entities in Existence. Rowan knew that he had only this one chance to reach the level of a Primordial and understand the secrets bound to his past and his future.
However, he was too late; the bombardnt of mories was beyond what any being could receive, not even soone as powerful as he was. Rowan's eyes opened wide in astonishnt as his consciousness shattered and he fell to the ground. He thought he could hear the laughter of the Abomination in the distance.
Regret filled his heart; perhaps he had finally bitten off more than he could chew. While it was true that claiming all the layers of space at once would ensure that he would be able to see through any deceit put in place by a Primordial, he could have made do by first becoming a Primordial, and if he survived what was to co, he would have slowly conquered all the successive layers of space.
Yet this thought barely lasted a mont before Rowan pushed them aside. Reaching the Primordial level was going to be a significant risk, and even if the Tribulations had not killed him, the Abomination would not allow him live long enough to explore the secrets of the Primordial Record.
Becoming just a Primordial was not enough; the peak of this Existence that the Ancient Primordials controlled was at the fourth layer of Origin, and if he was going to be assured that the secrets he was going to be collecting could not be tampered with, he had to be at the peak of Primordial, the mont he reached this level.
It was a sha that he failed. The Abomination had ensured that his main body was occupied, leaving Rowan alone… his only hope now lay with his main body… it must find a way to win without him.
Then… Darkness and Rowan knew no more.
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"I failed!" Rowan roared as he pushed himself up to a sitting position, surprised that he was still alive as his senses exploded around him in a storm, only to discover that he was no longer on the Road of Eternity, but he had been lying down on a wooden bed made from bamboo, and he was inside a hut.
"What the…"
His senses had rushed out of the hut, only to see that it was built beside a river that disappeared into the distance, and even after pushing his senses to the limit, he could not see the end of this river. He was trying to reach his main body, but he could not reach him, yet he could feel the connection they shared.
The only reason he knew where such a thing was possible was when it ca to the matters of End.
"Not again," Rowan groaned, "This trip down into mory is becoming annoying."
"Oh, is that what you think this place is?"
The strange voice that replied made Rowan flinch because it sounded beside his ears, yet his senses showed him a man on a boat floating in the endless river, where once there had been nobody.
Rowan vanished from the house and reappeared above the boat. He looked at the man who sat on it with a gentle smile, except that half of the man's face had no skin, displaying his bones, muscles, and eye that seed as if it was about to fall from its sockets.
"I know you," Rowan whispered.
"Do you now," the man smiled… No, the god smiled. This was the sa god he had seen inside the mory of Lun, the being who had been tortured by the power of End for years beyond counting.
He had vanished, and the Luminious had been unable to find its traces. Rowan drew in a deep breath as he asked,
"Are you… End?"
Level 0 Immortal
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