The Primordial Record

Chapter 1156: The First Empyrean



Splitting Slice was a profound technique that acted on the entirety of the target that it struck. Of course, this move was held back by the power levels of the one delivering the blow, this made it impossible for the golden giant to instantly destroy all of Doom Star with a single blow, and if not for the conveyor of this technique being the golden energy of his Ascension, Splitting Slice would not be able to even cut an inch into the red sun.

His golden ascension energy had not only given this technique enough power to cut apart the red sun, but it also touched the threshold that separated the realm, and it dispersed the veil that hid the true face of reality, thereby destabilizing the heavens for a brief moment.

For the mortals below standing on countless continents, surrounded by an infinite ocean, it was a shocking thing to see the heavens change before your eyes.

Everything most mortals had ever known was a blue sky that held three suns, and when darkness came bringing monsters, there would be seven black suns. The fall of one of the bright suns was alarming enough, and now they began to see worlds beyond their own. They saw the upper continents, each shining with brilliant colors and so massive they defied imagination, and for the first time since forever, they saw the true face of heaven.

But the heavens closed up once more, making them wonder if what they had seen was simply a figment of their imagination, because for the past few years, the world had slowly been going mad, and nothing could be placed outside the table. Suns fall, madness roams and anything could happen at any time. The only thing that was constant was the endless war.

In a corner of the realm, the result of nearly two days of letting a sixth-dimensional level Will Holder's technique run rampant was revealed, and it was a scene of horror that no sane mind was supposed to witness.

As the red sun had grown wider, it had also plunged deeper into the ground, erasing the ocean for millions of miles and eating into the bedrock so deeply until it reached another barrier, and this barrier was made from vast living flesh.

One of Rowan's expectations, if his children would fail in his defense was to be this barrier of flesh, because he had quickly realized that the deeper Hate bore into the earth, the sooner it would encounter Calamity Gods, and although he did not expect these sleeping gods to be able to counter this level of devastation, he knew that it would draw the attention of the World's Will if they were to fall into intense damage and mortal danger.

However, what Rowan had underestimated was the insane regenerative abilities of these Calamity Gods that effortlessly resisted the erosion of this technique. When his Ouroboros Serpent's Avatars had attacked a Calamity god, they had gone directly for its core, which was the pure darkness essence it contained.

His serpent's avatars had been able to directly consume this energy, thereby drastically weakening the regeneration of the Calamity God, but since the red sun had no way to directly consume the essence of pure darkness inside them, they could easily regenerate any amount of flesh they lost without losing any bit of their darkness energy that was powering this vicious cycle.

Rowan soon realized that this avenue of breaking the red sun technique was useless and focused on other things, yet what the red sun did was expose millions of miles of the horror that lies below the earth. Miles upon miles of yellow and red flesh filled with probing hungry eyes and gasping tentacles that stretched for miles. The foul breath of the Calamity Gods no longer bounded by the earth and ocean caused the skies to darken.

The sea would inevitably fill up the void, but in the time before it did, reality would be left exposed to the influence of the Calamity Gods who were not supposed to see the light of day for countless more eons.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

In the heavens were the Ascendants in the vaunted continents and below the earth were the calamity gods patiently waiting for the day they would arise, and the red sun had revealed a glimpse of the madness that governed reality in Doom Star.

For the few who witnessed and understood both of these sights, madness shortly followed.

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Back to Rowan's city; the golden giant fell to his knees, gasping aloud as the changes happening through his body were extremely grand. His sense of self had broken many times, and he was dimly aware that he might have won, but he was not going to survive what would come next. His soul was far too weak to hold infinity.

He had been able to climb to the top of the mountain with sheer grit and tenacity, but he could not survive under the harsh conditions here. Not everyone could be like Rowan, who no longer knew the concept of limits.

Will was important, it could break barriers that could not be broken, yet it was not everything, it would give you power, but if your hands were too weak to hold on to that power, that hand would collapse to dust. What Will would do was make sure that this weak hand would last long enough, to hold on until the job was done.

The golden giant had done the impossible, it had broken a technique from a sixth- dimensional entity. It was only fair that after achieving such an impossible feat, greater than anything his past life could have ever done, he should go to sleep in the bosom of his creator, it was only right.

The boy fell into darkness.

He felt his soul shatter into pieces, and he opened his eyes one last time to his sleeping parents, and he smiled. Looking back at the sky he whispered,

"Why does this seem so familiar? How many times have I stood before this cross-road? I guess this is my fate, this has always been my fate."

"If this is what you think, then you do not know the power of your bloodline."

The giant body seized, and he screamed as the nine Nascent Treasures on his back delved into space and they began fishing inside an unknown dimension that his mind could not even understand, however, what he could understand was the feeling of needle-sharp teeth biting and holding onto the pieces of his soul.

Like fishermen hurling in the net full of struggling fish from the water, the serpents dragged the pieces of his dissipating soul and stuffed them back into his body.

Pain like he had never known wracked his frame, he could not touch his soul so he did not know how to soothe the hurt, only endure this pain as the burden of ascension was tearing his soul apart, the nine serpents refused to let him die, and when he thought he would be

condemned to a life of endless pain, power came.

Unlike Rowan who could instantly gain all the benefits gained from the devouring of his Ouroboros Serpents, for anyone else there had to be a filter. This filter was necessary because no one else in creation could handle the load of directly consuming Will that was superior to their level. Rowan could and he was the one that directly filtered this energy and gave it to his first Empyrean.