The Primordial Record

581 A Demon's Playground

Rowan's multiple consciousness swept through his entire Mental Space and he sighed, a sound that echoed throughout the immensity of this region, making the child made from white flames pursuing the sun look around in fear before covering himself in a blanket of flames, leaving only a single eye peeking through it.

Rowan's Consciousness Pillar was now at 82, and there was more being created with every god he was digesting and the reach of his Mental Power was now so great it was almost turning physical, he noticed this change when his consciousness Pillar reached 77.

There was now a subtle change in his Mental Power and it appeared that it was beginning to slowly merge with his Telekinesis and Innate Force Field, this was leading to an all-

around boost of these two sets of powers.

His voice resounded throughout the immensity of his Mental Space,

"My Primordial Sea of Darkness… Now you become a true sea."

Rowan was pushing for the Third Supreme Circle for his Sheol Bloodline and in order to do so, his Territory must be completed, something that no other creatures who had Territories would ever try to do because of the limits on their lifespan.

Most would only bring their Territory to the stage where it could support their ascension and maybe a little more, no one else would attempt to fully complete their Territory except they had access to cruel and bizarre rituals like devouring the Territories of others, and those also pose a special risk.

Rowan Territory was far more powerful than most and his Mental Space was massive and he could fit the entire Cerulean Galaxy inside of it.

These two combinations meant that without Soul Energy, even if he could gain more lifespan from seeding worlds, it would take him tens of millions of years to complete his Territory, although he did not need to do this.

His Territory was enough to support the next Supreme Circle and maybe even up to the seventh Supreme Circle, but how could Rowan be satisfied with stopping at such a low level of power?

So in a manner, Rowan was exchanging the lives of dozens of gods and unknown trillions of mortals to save him millions of years of time. Of course, he did not think of it in this manner, in fact, this thought never even crossed his mind.

He had a series of goals he was going to accomplish and everything else was meaningless. This sort of detachment was growing from his expanded vision, after knowing the full scope of the universe and the many other universes out there, his vision was no longer on the earth but far into forever.

His answers could be found there. His truths.

He directly lifted ten thousand Soul Crystals at once and before he crushed it, he sent an Angel to the scared child who had wrapped himself in flames, and like a caring mother, the Angel slowly persuaded and guided the child to fly higher.

The wisdom of this infant was impressive and in a few gestures and words, he already began to grasp the Celestial Language, most likely Eva would be very fond of this child, she had a thing for grooming talents, although with the speed Rowan would be upgrading this Aspect in the future, he wondered if Eva would be able to catch up to the child.

That was an amusing thought.

Rowan waited for a few seconds and then he crushed the entire ten thousand Soul Crystals while keeping the image of his Primordial Sea of Darkness firmly inside his head.

The area where the Soul Crystals were crushed appeared to crystallize, coloring his Mental Space with a deep purple color, and this effect began to spread for thousands of miles before it stopped, and the area it covered could fit an entire planet.

The little child in the distance gasped in wonder as the white of his eyes was painted the shade of purple and he began to laugh and cheer, apparently, he liked this color.

From this area, a wave of darkness like black ink began to fall, it was nearly impossible to describe the majestic scene of countless quadrillions of gallons of Primordial Sea of Darkness pouring down from the sky.

The impact of this water slamming into the sea below went beyond the physical force generated by the clash. This impact released a mystical wave of energy that made the child scream and directly faint.

Even Rowan's Mental Space began to tremble and expand before violently contracting with a harsh crack, and if not for his extraordinary pain tolerance he would have been rolling on the floor from the sheer pain.

Noticing that apart from the pain his Mental Space could handle this amount of strain, he decisively crushed twenty thousand Soul Crystals.

The wave sweeping across the surface of his Primordial Sea of Darkness was higher than ten thousand miles, and the waves behind were even higher.

His Territory began to grow, as the Sea of Darkness deepened.

Kohron cursed fiercely, screaming his anger at Rowan to come fight him directly, but the wily Demon did not stop trying to free himself from the impromptu prison he found himself in.

From all over his body he created mouths filled with serrated teeth that began to chew through the chains, it took a few seconds and then he was free.

He took in a deep breath and the smile on his face widened and he nearly began to laugh.

Looking around Kohron did not bother reasoning why the events that were occurring were possible or why the summons he responded to out of boredom brought him here, he just wanted to revel in the fight because this situation presented the greatest desire in the heart of every Demon.

There was destruction, despair, pain, chaos, disorder, wrath… a portent brew that could only be truly satisfied inside the Material Universe

This was hell. A hell that had been denied from every Demon for so long, and they only got to experience it rarely during the life cycle of a universe, mostly towards its end.

The last thirty Eras of the multiverse had been peaceful, Kohron was a relatively young Demon prince, having lived for only two Eras.

He had battled on many universes, but he was always reminded by the superiors that he was born in the Era of Peace, and he had never seen true devastation wrought on a universe.

Now, he had a taste and he wanted more. Fuck Covenant. Fuck the plans. His brother was showing him the way a true Demon Prince should live, and he would partake in this glorious orgy of slaughter until this shell he wore was dead or he killed his brother.