The Primordial Record - Chapter 2095 Reaching The Edges of Existence

Chapter 2095  Reaching The Edges of Existence

Time passed, and Eos did not bother to check how much of it was going by. He was noticing that as he grew older, a faint aura was growing around him that he could not fully grasp, but one thing it seemed to do was that it made the passage of time nearly meaningless to his mind.

Eos’s eyes were growing brighter, and his disposition was becoming more open; it was almost as if the invisible weight of time that all immortals carried was being washed away from his body, making him resemble a bright-eyed youth as time passed.

The older he was, the younger his soul became.

Eos did not fully understand why this was happening to him, but he was almost sure that it was a result of an unknown power born from the mutation of so many impossibilities inside one flesh.

Perhaps this was the direction for his growth as he grew older; Eos would not know; he was the first of his kind, and there was probably not going to ever be anyone like him until the end of all things.

He sat cross-legged in midair, and all the techniques he had created surrounded him like a storm of light, and now and then he stretched out his hand to catch one, and bring it before him, and a round of deciphering would begin, and before long, the technique would collapse into light, and Eos would draw it into his nose and digest them.

For a wizard to cast a fireball, he would have to have sturdied everything a being of his level would know about flames, and he needed incantations, props, tools, a proper Mental Space, and so many small but necessary requirements for the wizard to cast a ball of fire.

However, for a phoenix, this knowledge was integrated into its genes at birth, and from the moment the bird opened its eyes, fire was its to control.

Eos had spent so much time creating countless techniques for the manipulation of the Proto-Dimensions, and when he was done, he became like the wizard, but in his case, he was a wizard with all the knowledge about fire, and there was no single spell of flames he did not know.

For anyone else, this would be enough, but for him, it was just the beginning. He was not going to need techniques; he would be ingraining this understanding into his consciousness. Like the phoenix, he would not need techniques to master flames.

This state of being was no longer strange for him, from the third dimension to the ninth, Eos’s control over these dimensions was flawless and instinctive. It was one of his biggest advantages he had against all other Primordial beings, and why most techniques would not work against him twice.

Years passed, and he reached into the space beside him, collecting technique after technique, until he reached out one last time, and there was nothing to collect, making him smile.

Of course, with his consciousness power and perfect memory, he knew there was nothing more to collect, but the mortal instinct of Rowan still remained, and as his soul grew younger, he began to find little happiness in harmlessly pranking his mind.

A memory of the voice of his mother drifted into his mind, “All you have lost, my son, would be returned to you in time, and your lovely smile would light up the world again.”

He shook his head and stood up from the position that he had remained for who knows how long, and he thought of checking the state of the Origin Realms, but decided that he wanted to finish what he had started.

Eos removed the veil of still-time and looked briefly at his Origin Realm, and then he vanished. Using hidden paths created by the Archai, Eos traveled past the corrupted layers of Limbo and spent twenty thousand years to reach as far as he could go, which turned out to be the edges of Existence.

It was the first time he had seen this place, and he marveled at the sight. Existence was constantly expanding, crushing the nothingness and creating something out of nothing as dimensions were being born in front of his eyes.

This would be a good place to cultivate Primordials, as so many laws of Existence were being born here, but this would only benefit Ancient Primordials, not the new ones he was creating; nonetheless, lower-dimensional immortals would find this place to be a land of endless wonders.

He called for one of the Archai and gave him a single task, and that was to pursue the ever-expanding Existence and transfer what he was seeing to Serathis; she would know what he intended as soon as she saw this vision.

With just this vision alone, Eos expected that the birth of higher-dimensional immortals would easily triple. This place was not meant for their eyes, and the secrets he was showing them were something that even Primordials would have found difficult to locate.

Eos glanced around him one last time, and he lashed himself to the expansion of Existence itself, and he was drawn to its event horizon.

This place was beautiful beyond words, and perhaps a mortal or an immortal would not find it beautiful, but for Eos, it was one of the most amazing sights he had ever seen.

He pushed himself into the forefront of this expansion, and his body strangely began to descend instead of going forward, but he knew that this was the path of expansion, and he allowed this to happen.

In this manner, he descended through nascent dimensional folds, and passed flickering dimensions at the edge between birth and death, and descended past oceans of what resembled realities, and then he was enveloped by a vastpool of silence as everything that was of Existence passed above him, and still he descended deeper.

He moved without wings, using only the faint corona of his power to glide downward until he hovered above the edge of Existence itself.

Eos held back his hand, and without any fanfare, he sent out a pulse of power that was the crystallized beam of everything he knew of the Proto-Dimension.

This beam did not appear too dramatic or powerful; to the untrained eye, it was just a single glowing line, pure 1D length, intersecting a flat plane of shimmering 2D expanse.

The line was infinite in both directions yet perfectly straight, and the plane stretched outward forever, featureless and perfect.

Then, with his Will, he commanded them to converge, and they did, but the clash was silent.

Where they met, the intersection should have simply been a point. But it wasn’t. It was a wound. A place where two dimensions refused to stay where they belonged.

Eos eyes shone when he saw this tear… it appeared that he had succeeded.