The Primordial Record

Chapter 1243: Earn My Death



The words were shocking, and the perception of the soul flame swept around itself and it did not encounter anyone that said those words and it was not curious to find out, its nature meant only its primary purpose meant anything to it.

There was suspicion in the heart of the soul flame about who said those words because, in its journey through the darkness, it had quickly realized that the darkness was not empty. At the edge of its perception, it could sense massive wings that could encircle stars and the smell of blood and fire, but since the soul needed to reach its destination quickly, it did not stop to investigate.

Its destination may seem to be near, but it was still incredibly far away.

With the size of Rowan's body, just because it could see him, did not mean the soul was any closer to reaching his corpse, and yet because it had traversed the crushing darkness, it had passed the greatest test of survival, and it could now float towards the gigantic form of Rowan with no issue, seemingly drawn by the immense gravity that the body gave out, its wispy light teleporting across the distance until it came towards Rowan right eye.

The fierce battle in the past had left a gaping hole in the eye sockets, as both of his eyes had been gouged out, but that was not the most terrifying wound on his head.

Of the many blades that had been plunged into his body, one of the blades impaling his body had been driven through his forehead, and because it was a double-edged blade, it had nearly torn his head in two, before continuing to drive into the throne behind him.

Rowan's hand on the hilt of the weapon showed that he had been the one to make this dreadful blow that killed him, and not once did he flinch as he was making it. His cold and calculating cruelty was apparent here, not many knowing they had to kill themselves would be able to do it so decisively.

The soul flame entered through the eye socket, its perception seemed to gain an unfathomable boost in this environment and it was able to see everything around it for millions of light years, which was simply the diameter of Rowan's eye socket.

Passing through this heavenly gate, it entered into the skull, shying away from the vast blade that was emitting a terrible force that it could not even describe when suddenly a cool breeze entered into the soul, and if it had a mouth, it would be groaning in pleasure.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

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The Reflection had been able to develop the power of this soul using soul energy and the Ascendant form of cultivation where his Natal Treasure stimulated the growth of the soul, and although this process was similar, the process was entirely different.

This time it was as if the soul was returning home.

The soul flame began to strengthen, it was as if it was protected from the darkness when it entered into this place, and with the nature of Rowan's soul that had the trait of his unfathomable vitality, it began to bloom once again, and in anywhere else, this process would be rapid, but inside the skull of Rowan itself, its renewal became heretical.

In a few moments, the soul had reached the standard of an immortal and this strengthening process was not ending only getting faster, with a loud crack as if heralding the birth of the first sun, the soul bloomed to life, its radiance exploding forth like a star, and whitish-golden flames shot out from it in a wave that shot out for billions of light years, illuminating the entirety of the skull.

From the outside, it was as if Rowan's eyes became filled with flames, almost as if he had returned to life. Soul flame poured out of his open mouth like an ocean and poured down his body, and it was as if he was putting on a robe of fire.

The soul flame kept burning brighter until its glow thoroughly illuminated Rowan's skull, and light shone from the countless craters on his massive face.

With a dull whooping sound that shook the darkness, the bones of the Primordial Keepers went alit, and the light it gave began to slowly spread and illuminate the darkness, while its flame was being siphoned into Rowan's body.

There were several processes that Rowan had created for his resurrection, and as fate would have it, this one became the first to succeed.

Instinctively knowing what it should do, the soul began to release wisps of itself, and these wisps were countless in number, they drifted deeper into Rowan's skull where they lodged into any part of it they touched and were absorbed.

Everytime this absorption process occurred, a flash of golden lightning would appear, it was as if the mind of Rowan was being shocked awake.

The blade that had nearly separated his head in two had sliced apart his brain as well, and under the light of the soul flame, the halves of Rowan's brain were gray like stone and resembled an extremely vast network of interconnecting pathways that were so complex it would an infinite amount of time to disentangle the smallest portion of it.

Like a withered tree coming back to life, every part of the brain that these soul flames touched released a faint vibration that echoed and it seemed to bring back memories that touched the depths of the soul, and it seemed to hear two voices, one was of Rowan, and the other one was so familiar, it released more wisps of itself as it strived to hear more of her voice.

As more wisps of soul flames were released, the golden lightning that had been weakly flashing began strengthening and a dull rumbling was growing.

The light from the burning throne was still spreading through the darkness and slowly it began to reveal everything that was hidden within, but for the soul, all it was concerned about was the voices it could hear,

"Rowan, is there no other way?"

"There is none... My existence would trigger a new soul formation if I remained alive, I can no longer suppress it for long as my Will of Soul grows ever stronger. My Reflection will inevitably gain a soul as the power of my Will flows towards the path of least resistance, if that were to happen, the confluence of these two impossibilities would make this entire battle worthless. The Primordial Keepers would be reborn to correct this discrepancy, and after all this time, I tire of killing these fuckers. There is no enjoyment in it anymore, my rage is empty."

"Then let the Defiled One take up this mantle, was he not supposed to be your friend."

"hahaha... My Lady of Shadows, by now I thought you should have comprehended this concept. A King

has no friends."

"You are more than a king."

"And that makes this statement more applicable to me, not less."

"You survived all of this... and now you are going to kill yourself."

"Yes, the Primordial Keepers turned out to be useless for this task, shame, I wanted to use them for

more and it would have served me better to die at their hands. If there was anyone who could kill me in the totality without harming the core of who I am, it was supposed to be them."

"Well, it's hard to kill you when you fight back."

"They needed to earn my death."