The Primordial Record

Chapter 1170: You Did Good

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This was all Shisu's soul was able to do-bear the Memory, but when Rowan began making sweeping changes throughout history, and without Shisu being able to utilize his Aura to support these changes, then it began to eat at his soul, using it for fuel to support this dimension.

His understanding of Will began to grow at a ridiculous speed, especially on matters of the sixth dimension, he could not have asked for a better lab rat. Any sixth-dimensional Will Holder that was to be found outside of reality would only reach this level after they had crossed over countless challenges and deadly dangers, they would be the best of the best out of countless geniuses for a nearly infinite pool of universes.

Even if they were weaker than Shisu in raw power, they would understand a far more intricate method of wielding their abilities and they would have something that this realm solely lacked, and that would be treasures!

The World's Will must have been aware of this lack when it introduced the concept of Natal Treasure to this realm, but it was not a great substitute for what could be found in the outside reality. Rare and powerful treasures that could protect the soul, powerful spells and enchantments, unknown lifeforms that could be raised by the higher dimensional being to boost any sort of weakness they had and so much more, meant that Rowan could have never succeeded against a similar opponent like Shisu if this was to be the outside reality.

This difference could not be clearer when Shisu had been holding a Sin weapon inside his body for almost ten million years and he was unaware of the power he was holding, instead, he had been using the barest emanations surrounding this weapon as a source of power... pitiful.

If not for the presence of the World's Will that would strip away the powers of anyone who entered this realm, reducing them to almost nothing, then Rowan feared that the inhabitants of this realm would have been killed off a long time ago to harvest their powers.

Perhaps there had been other visitors in the past who entered this realm, but the cycle of Ascendancy and Calamity had been so short that Rowan was sure that the interior of Doom Star would be different because as far as he could tell, the entire civilization of Ascendants had nor even crossed the fifty million years mark and Doom Star was a realm that had existed before the Supreme Era and who knew how far into the Primordial Era.

He could not afford to be arrogant when he faced Ascendants, because in a manner they were still children in the larger scheme of things, the true horror of this realm still lay beneath the facade of Ascendancy and Calamity, but for now, he would be delving deep into Ascendancy and using the knowledge he could gain to further his dimensional pursuits.

After crossing his Tribulation and becoming a fourth-dimensional entity, maybe even higher, he would take his revenge against the Undying, and he would leave this realm, if the World's Will sought to stop him then Ascendancy and Calamity would fall.

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Shisu had the Will of Hate. This made him an embodiment of this concept. This Ascendant was self-serving, vain, hateful, spiteful, greedy, and hundreds of other negative packages all rolled up in a deeply sociopathic psyche, and every moment that Rowan used his power to commit good deeds in the kingdom, he was mentally tearing Shisu's sanity to pieces.

Like a fish being forced to walk on land, Shisu's entire being revolted against what was being done to his Memory dimension, but his soul was under Rowan's control, and it was played like a fiddle. If there ever came a day when any mortal was able to dig hundreds of miles into the earth, there they would hear the screams of Shisu, a creature of hate whose power was being transformed to one of love.

With the power of this memory and the impressive strength of Shisu's soul, Rowan knew that Shisu would suffer for many millennia before his soul perished.

Killing a sixth-dimensional Ascendant turns out to be more lackluster than he expected, but he knew that the majority of his battles going forward might not be resolved so easily. Besides he was on the last stretch before everything came to a head, and the battles ahead would be rough.

His main opponent in this realm might not be the Ascendants or Calamity, but one that had remained silent all this while, but was furiously gathering power-The Eye of the Primordial of Time and Evil.

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A slight tremor shook the earth around the collapsed Ascendant and he stood up. Rowan might have spent centuries inside the Memory dimension of Shisu, but in the outside world, barely two days had passed from the moment he invaded Shisu's soul.

At this time, the body of Shisu had been brought to a secluded location and was hidden from sight.

With the creation ability of the Blood Blessed, a sort of forbidden temple was built that resembled a tomb, and Shisu's body was placed in the depths. Guarding it were a hundred thousand golden giants, all of them had activated the fourth point of their star, and their Natal Treasure was ready at all times, they were the advanced warning system in case anything went awry.

When the Ascendant of Hate rose, there was no panic among the guards, they sent the information to the elders as they smoothly pointed their weapons at Shisu, knowing that their lives could be forfeited at any moment did not stop them from performing their duty.

The body of the Ascendant, after standing, simply folded its leg in mid-air and a golden flame emerged from the forehead of Shisu. At the sight of this flame, all the golden giants pointing their weapons fell to their knees, the resonance between their bloodline and the golden flame was so strong, that they knew they were in the presence of their primogenitor.

The golden flame resolved into a hundred-foot-tall flaming giant who brought them to their feet with a wave of his hand, none of the golden giants could look at Rowan's face, it was like a mortal trying to stare at a bright sun, all they could do was try to catch a glimpse of his figure with the edge of their perception.

Rowan had tried as much as possible to reduce his presence to the minimum, but the growth of his soul had reached such a profound degree that only the similar bloodlines in their veins could allow them to stand in his presence.

A glance at the entirety of his city informed him of the present state of his children and he luxuriated in their happiness for a while, and then he vanished from the temple, leaving instructions in the minds of the golden giants on what he wanted to be done with the Ascendant he was leaving behind.

He appeared above the city and did not have to wait for a second before Lost appeared, followed by one of the most fascinating characters he had ever known.

'Father!" lost shrieked and hugged Rowan, because of the size difference, he was hugging his little toes with his two chubby hands with his feet kicking in the air, "You look like me now!"

Rowan bent and scooped up the Lost Flames with his little finger, bringing him to his face, and he used his thumb to gently pet the flames on the head,

"You did good Lost Flames, you did good."

Lost looked at him with wide eyes that were soon filled with flaming tears, and he hugged Rowan's thumb and began to cry.