The Primordial Record

Rowan could feel the fierce wave of energy arising behind him and he smiled. The breath of his bloodline was rising, and even though this path would cause him countless complications in the future, he just could not find the strength to care. This realm had fucked with him for long enough.

With that snap of his finger, he knew he had made a choice about his path going forward. It was war, it would always be war, but on his terms this time, not following the games of the past. Damn them all, he had his fill!

By some miracle he had regained his soul, he did not yet understand how, but he had gotten a second chance and Rowan was not going to waste it.

He had lost and had been broken, but from the ashes, something no one would ever expect had arisen. His speed of descent increased.

He went deeper into the ground, passing millions of mutated Calamity serpents with corrupted strands of his bloodline, and with his touch they all rushed above to be slaughtered. He was taking what was his from those that have stolen it. This bastardized version of his serpents was no longer permitted to exist.

Rowan had decided to make these lost children his own, and that meant cleansing their bodies of every sign of Ascendancy, fully making them the children of the Primordial Ouroboros, to make that possible, he had decided to make this entire continent, which was the bodies of the Avatar of the Primordial Ouroboros to become their food.

His presence in this continent would act as a great filter, and as every Blood Bound kills the Calamity serpents he would use the Aura in the bodies of the Calamities as fuel to refine the Ouroboros Bloodline inside their serpent bodies and deliver them into the body of his children.

With more of his bloodline entering their bodies, it would not be long before its tyrannical nature consumed every bit of Ascendancy Aura in their bodies. They would be Blood Bound no longer but Children of the Ouroboros, and by that time they would be able to see his face.

Rowan suddenly halted his descent, there was nothing in front of him but rocks, it would appear that he had come to the end of his journey, but Rowan was not looking at the rocks, which were nothing but a mirage, but through it. Inside the mirage was a massive space, not a cavern or an underground valley, but an entire stretch of empty space where you could fit in multiple planets and even a star if he wanted.

This space appeared utterly alien to this realm, for there were massive trees growing within the space with roots that pierced into nothingness, making the entire bottom portion of the space appear like a jungle that stretched for millions of miles.

Hovering above the forest was a single massive object, a silver bracelet the size of a star. A lost memory he had forgotten slammed into his consciousness like a brick wall and Rowan flinched, for the method the memory appeared was strange as if he had fulfilled a series of requirements before he gained access to it. Rowan understood that if he had not gained a soul he would never have gained this memory, for it was buried inside his newly birthed soul. He saw a man, at least thirteen feet tall, with long white hair and a beard, and his eyes were completely white as if he was blind. He was heavily muscled, wearing white wraps around his body that did not hide his godlike physique. In the lines of his face, Rowan saw similarities in his features that reminded him of his own.

"Old Man Seed!"

Rowan saw himself the moment he entered the Green and Black Star, his body had been squeezed into a beam of light by the old man, but before he did that he had slipped a bangle around Rowan's wrist.

"This bangle contains a portal to a shared pool of resources from Elura and me for you to actualize your Supreme Circle. Because the tribulation you are expected to be receiving for every Circle you activate increases in intensity, then it means that technically no one should survive past the third tribulation... technically. You have broken all concepts of the common sensibilities that I know, so I will no longer judge you with it."

Tribultion! Tribulation! Tribulation!!!

These words resounded in his head and his soul and Rowan nearly collapsed. With a force of willpower, he held himself in place, weathering the storm in his consciousness and opening his mind to the intuition and realization screaming at him.

When he did the truth came to him and he held his head in pain and began to laugh. For nearly ten minutes he laughed like a lunatic before he suddenly stopped and his eyes went cold. Suddenly many things became clear to Rowan and he shuddered.

He had no way of confirming if this was the truth but he knew his character and how daring he could be.

His death, the state of his body when he entered this realm, his lost children who died a final death, and the mighty enemies he had faced inside this realm of madness... if this hypothesis turned out to be the case, then many of the questions plaguing him would be resolved.

Rowan was undergoing Tribulation! Not just tribulation for one of his Supreme Circle, but for all nine at once!

It was sheer madness, but there must have been a trigger that he was missing that made him decide to unleash his entire Tribulation the moment he entered this realm.

He could confirm some of his hypotheses if he retrieved this bracelet. The treasures that were meant for his Tribulation would not be simple, and would perhaps be the things that could push the scales more towards his favor. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

His body penetrated the mirage, and he could see dozens of confused Blood Bounds who should be members of the Resistance, they were watching in shock as the Calamities rushed out of the multiple vents in the earth in a sluggish manner and headed towards the surface, they must not have known what was currently happening on the surface, but they must have seen the state of this creatures were not normal.

Looking at these Blood Bounds he could immediately spot the difference between them and those on the surface. They appeared in great state unlike the starving masses above, their bodies were covered with beautiful glowing armor, and unlike the rest of the Blood Bounds, they had fully embraced the heritage of the Explorers because they had completed Natal treasures.

Rowan frowned, he understood what it meant to have a technique that could create Natal Treasures in the bodies of Explorers and he knew that to create such techniques for the Blood Bound would not be simple due to the nature of their bodies, and nothing less than a high- rank Ascendancy technique would be able to affect their bodies.

Either a great genius had arisen in the ranks of the Resistance in the past that was able to decipher a higher level technique, or the Resistance served the Ascendants. Rowan did not think that this technique might have been stolen because he knew there was resonance among similar Ascenancy techniques and if it had been stolen, the Resistance would have been long wiped out.