The Primordial Record - Chapter 2096 The Duplicity of Memory

Chapter 2096  The Duplicity of Memory

A fracture had appeared in the lowest layer of the lattice that bound Existence, and it appeared on the spot where the first dimension met the second. A place where length touched width and refused to become anything higher.

Normally, this fracture would never exist, not inside Existence because something had taken out this rule from it, but only at the very edge of Existence could Eos be able to make this happen.

He looked at the fracture, and something about its nature seemed to call to him, and Eos knew that this call was the feeling of standing before the precipice of the unknown, and for someone like him whom much of the secrets of Existence, this call was a fatal lure.

Eos reached out and touched the fracture. The moment his finger made contact, the line bent. This bend was a conceptual curve in Existence as infinite straightness folded inward, wrapping around the 2D plane like a thread being sewn through cloth.

The plane rippled as the lines of the fracture thickened. Eos could suddenly feel a pull on the energy levels within his body, and it soon subsided, but this alone caused him to nearly go wide-eyed with shock.

There was one thing Eos knew kept him heads and shoulders above everyone else, and that was his energy stores. He had not seen anything that could compete with him in this area; perhaps Enoch at his prime and Hundun may have similar energy stores, but he could never tell.

For him to feel a strain on his energy stores meant that even a thousand Primordials linking their energy pools together would be strained to handle the power needs to open this fracture. Automatically, this cut out most of the inhabitants of Existence from ever accessing the mysteries beyond Existence.

Sometimes it was just the length of the stick that mattered.

Suddenly, the fracture began to deepen when it had taken its full of his energy, becoming neither line nor plane but a road.

This road stretched upward, not in space, but in meaning, piercing through the third dimension, the fourth, the fifth, and continuing to accelerate through every layer of reality with terrifying speed.

More energy was drawn from his body in ridiculous amounts, and Eos laughed with annoyance when he noted that if this was him before he began consuming the Origin Essence inside the Primordial Record, he would have had to stop this experiment because he would have been almost sucked dry.

As of now, he no longer feared a drain like this because he was already hundreds of times stronger than his previous self, and that was him even underselling his present abilities.

Soon, the drain of his energy stopped, and Eos began to feel another sort of pull, but this one was a gentle yet irresistible invitation.

This invitation was the knowledge that this road did not lead to anywhere inside existence. It led out.

He hesitated for only a heartbeat, then he stepped onto it.

The moment his foot touched the newly formed path, all of Existence vanished; his Ten Thousand Origin Realms could barely be felt, Limbo, the Shattered Cradle, the Corrupted Scar where the Ancient Primordials dwelled, and everything he had known for many billions of years, all of it simply fell away as though they had never been more than a dream.

In fact, for a moment, it was almost as if everything that he had experienced up to this point was a dream, and only now was he waking up from it.

This sensation was very dangerous, and Eos had to take a few seconds to marshal his thoughts before he moved ahead.

However, even as he walked, there was no sensation of movement, no wind, no light. Only the road beneath his feet and the growing certainty that he was leaving everything behind.

He was going beyond the ninth dimension, and this was a place where common sense should have told him that even Primordials were not meant to know, or even see. He was still an eighth-dimensional being; what right did he have to walk on this path?

However, Eos knew that this thought was wrong; unlike the Primordials and everyone else inside Existence, Eos was complete. His ascension began from the first dimension upwards, and whatever was stolen from everyone inside of Existence was not missing from his body.

It was a wonder that, because of his desire to be freed from the bloodline of Primordial Chaos, he stumbled on the path that would change his destiny in such a drastic manner.

If there was any reason, he should never stop fighting. Eos would remember this moment because it showed him the fruits of never surrendering to fate.

The road underneath his feet was made of the first and second dimensions fused into something that should not exist. It had no width he could measure, yet he could walk it. It had no length he could comprehend, yet it carried him forward.

With every step, higher dimensions unfolded around him like petals of an impossible flower, and looking around with the eyes of a child, Eos began to learn everything anew as he saw the other side of the mirror, and he was able to look at the dimensions in a way that he was sure few had ever seen.

Even though he was aware in some manner about this truths, it was an enlightening experience for him to see it with his own eyes.

The third dimension that he knew as space was represented as depth; this was what bloomed into being, giving the road substance.

Time, the fourth dimension, flowed along the edges of this road like liquid mercury, showing him every possible future of the road itself.

The fifth dimension, he knew as space-time, became probability here, and it branched the road into infinite forks, each one a different version of the path, and yet all those paths converged into one singular path in front of him.

Eos paused for a moment, a whisper of a truth teased the edge of his mind, but after waiting for a while and not picking up the reason he had stopped, he continued on, knowing that the answer would come to him when the time was right.

The sixth dimension of Memory became Parallel Realities here, as the road reflected mirrored surfaces on either side, reflecting countless versions of Eos walking the same road, and all of these were memories of himself that were never born, and yet still appeared with him here.

Eos paused here, as he realized a great truth that nearly made him curse. The third to the fifth dimensions were closely related to what he knew and understood about the higher dimension.

However, the sixth dimension was so drastically different that he had to stretch to find the connection he had with them. The sixth dimension was not Memory; it was Parallel Realities!

Someone had changed the meaning of this dimension, and for so long, everyone had followed this change, including him and the New Primordials.

Then a thought occurred to Eos, Elgorath, Primordial Memory… there is something wrong with him.

He was the Primordial that was responsible for this dimension, and so he must have felt it, even if this truth was hidden from him. This could only mean that Primordial Memory was not as weak as he once thought, since in many ways, the entirety of Existence had been serving him from the beginning!