The Primordial Record - Chapter 2097 The Real Face of The Higher Dimensions

Chapter 2097  The Real Face of The Higher Dimensions

Eos had always wondered why the Ancient Primordials chose their Origin Force, then he learned they did not have any option, and this was the power that they gained from consuming a Reality for the first time.

Still, the Ancient Primordials had the option to pick any Origin Force from the many Origin Forces inside Existence, so why did they choose Soul, Life, Memory, Demon, Light, Time, and Chaos?

This selection always seemed so random to him that he just saw it as a personal decision, but now, it seemed he had to recheck everything he knew about the Ancient Primordials.

At least at this point, he now knew one of the hidden secrets of the Ancient Primordials. Primordial Memory was not just a Primordial; he was something that was also similar to a Reality, but different.

Right now, Eos wanted to turn back and send words of caution back to his Origin Realms, but he pushed aside those thoughts, which would do nothing but reveal his hand.

For the moment, whatever games were being played, he had seen the edges of it, and now he could only keep going forward until everything was revealed or until he had seen enough.

Eos began walking forward, and he saw the seventh dimension. He paused, and anger began to bloom in his eyes. The seventh dimension was not the dimension of Fate, but Consciousness.

The road whispered in his mind, the thoughts of every being that had ever existed echoing along the path. It may be called consciousness, but another name for it is Soul, for what is consciousness but the Soul?

“Nyxara, you sneaky bitch, so the sixth and seventh dimension has a problem, and you must know of this truth.”

However, the method of Elgorath at the sixth dimension was different from Nyxara.

Elgorath was Primordial Memory, and to all higher-dimensional immortals, the sixth dimension was the dimension of Memory, and they had not fully questioned why this was the case, as there had been no indicator that Primordial Memory had any power over this dimension.

In the same way, Primordial Time had no power over the individual stream of time under the control of every higher-dimensional immortal.

However, they were wrong because the true nature of the sixth dimension was called Parallel Realities. In some way, every immortal was harnessing the power of parallel realities when they reached the sixth dimension, but they did not know this truth.

Instead, they had only been using a small portion of what the sixth dimension was capable of.

Eos’s eyes gleamed when he suddenly realized the use of Primordial Memory… his purpose was to deceive the heavens and the earth!

There were a near infinite number of sixth-dimensional immortals inside Existence, and yet all of them believed that the dimension they controlled was of Memory, not Parallel Realities, because in many ways, Memory existed inside these Realities.

If the sixth dimension were an entire ocean, then everyone inside Existence, including Eos, had only been standing on the beach and dipping their toes at the edges of the water and never knew how deep their dimensional powers went.

What if the Ancient Primordials were not just sent to destroy every Reality inside Existence for the sake of the resurrection of Enoch, what if it was to hide a great secret that should not be known?

The Ancient Primordials had chosen every Origin, not by chance, but it must be because of need. Elgorath’s presence alone meant he had eliminated any chance for any Primordials of Memory to be born, because if there ever was a new Primordial of Memory, then they may begin to see some discrepancies in their Origin Force.

Using the knowledge of this road, Eos planned to go through every single dimension to uproot the problems within it. He had always known that there was a problem with the power every immortal cultivated, but for so long, he had no idea where to start.

He could not say there should no longer be any higher dimensional immortal, this would only leave his children in danger, and so he could only use his body as the foundation of the higher dimension, hoping that on the day that any unexpected backlash happened, he would be there to bear it, and now he had began to see the edges of that grand scheme.

However, Eos believed he may have seen the purpose of Elgorath, but Nyxara’s case was different. She was the Primordial of Consciouness, but she called herself by another name, the Primordial of Soul, and the seventh dimension she controlled was twisted to become the dimension of Fate.

It was almost as if she was trying to hide, or there may be something else here that he had not fully figured out.

If the stories were correct, Enoch found the seven siblings as mortals, and their presence was a curse on their homeworld. Shunned and hated, if not for Enoch giving them the power of his flesh, they would have been killed.

Now, Eos began to look at this memory in another light… why did he dismiss the mortal forms of the Primordials as not important? Well, it was because he heard this story from Lumen, and the wings of Enoch disregarded mortals as nothing but tools, or was this what he had been led to believe?

Was the answer staring at him in the face, but he was sidetracked by the elevation of the Primordials, so he did not bother to question how seven random mortals could possess so much power that their presence was twisting the fabrics of Existence.

Yet, Eos recalled all of his interactions with the Ancient Primordials, and while they were incredibly cruel and evil, they were also fiercely intelligent, and he had not once detected the hints that they knew of this secret about themselves.

What if the Ancient Primordials were pawns, but not just the pawns of Enoch, but of someone else? Fuck, what if Enoch was still a pawn?!

Eos needed the truth, and he could no longer depend on what he had gained from Enoch and his wings, Lumen. He needed to see it for himself.

Placing aside his new discoveries, Eos continued on the path, and he discovered that the eighth dimension known as Destiny was not Destiny, but Causality.

The road showed him paths that were twisted into knots, revealing to him how every choice in creation had led to this exact moment.

There was a clear relation with Destiny, but the eighth dimension was much deeper than everyone had been led to believe.

More than anything, Eos became glad that he had not pushed for the ninth dimension before he discovered this place, or he would have greatly harmed his foundation without realizing that he had left holes in his defenses.

He could imagine that Elgorath may easily slip through the cracks of his memories and attack him, because he would only be defending against Memory, and he would have no idea that in countless Parallel Realities, his body was left undefended. He would have died in grieviance not knowing how he perished.

The same could be said for Nyxara, who should be the one who controlled all the seventh dimension, and yet, without this knowledge, Eos would not know the connection he had with her, and she could take him down.

Could Xyris do the same with Time? So many questions in his heart, but he could only keep walking forward.