The Primordial Record

In the lower realms, it was easy for a minor god to tear space with ease, but in the higher realms, they would barely be able to make a tiny hole in space, while inside a Primordial Domain, they would be crushed to a paste under the pressure of the Supreme space within, talkless making a dent in that space.

The power of the storm inside the Primordial Domains was many times more powerful than the storm that Rowan had sent to the lower realms, and it was for good reasons.

This density of space is attributed to the higher forms of energy present inside that space. In the lower realms, the Aether and Essence were significantly diluted because mortal lifeforms could not withstand the same amount of energy that a godly life form would be able to tolerate.

Nonetheless, the energy flooding all the realms via the storm was extremely powerful. Still, it had a nourishing aspect due to the complete nature of the laws that it contained, from Creation Concepts to concepts of Destruction.

This meant that this energy could nourish all forms of power that a mortal chose to pursue; it had no attributes and could be used to refine the body and the soul.

An immortal who pursued the path of flames would often find themselves seeking heavenly treasures attributed to fire, like Blazing Ores and even Supreme fire treasures like Stellar Souls. However, no single treasure could equal the changes that Primordial Essence could achieve. It was basically the best resource any mortal or immortal could ever need for their advancement.

It basically removed every restriction in the path of power and threw out the need to search for resources for advancement; now, the only roadblock on the path to immortality was talent and the tenacity of the individual.

Rowan knew of many talented people who needed a chance to shine; this was the chance they all craved.

A mortal would be able to absorb all of this energy more easily than Aether, and with a firm mind guided by a path to power that was at least competent, then a mortal could rapidly become an immortal, and the paths to the higher dimensional realm would be open.

No other individual present in Reality could have done what Rowan had just done, and for this reason, he knew that he alone could challenge the Primordial. Anyone else would have been swayed by this power, but with Origin Ether and Essence, Rowan did not need Primordial Essence. Instead of hoarding it, he freely gave it out, hoping for an unexpected change he did not foresee.

Rowan observed all these changes in his map, as his focus split between the Angels he had deployed in the Celestial Legion and Andar inside the Supreme World of Mages. They might not seem connected, but Rowan knew this was not the case.

Andar was unaware of the hidden changes he had been making in this world, but Rowan suspected he had an idea. He had left enough hints for the smart mage to follow, and he expected Andar to take advantage of all of them.

The Magus world was much too important to Rowan’s plan to leave it to Andar despite the sheer talent that the child commanded.

Rowan triggered the transformation had put in place inside the Magus World as soon as he saw that the situation called for it, and as his Origin eyes peered through the distance and fell on the Supreme Magus World, he placed a part of his consciousness to supervise everything as his mind turned towards Eva and her legions.

Rowan had set the ball rolling with the storm, and now he had made his first significant move.

“Nothing could upset a god than to see the light of adoration turn away from their face.”

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Andar stood before trillions of Mages under the light of a Silver Magus Sun. His name was being chanted so loudly that the earth shook, and the clouds above scattered. The silver sun seemed to reverberate with this sound of his name, growing brighter and pulsing in a rhythmic manner that was almost enthralling.

This sun belonged to him, representing his breakthrough to the sixth-dimensional level and the culmination of his Supreme Art, which had entered the higher levels of dimensional authorities.

“The Endless Mage!!!”

“The Silver King!!!”

Crowned with silver, with a potent power blazing out of his body in relentless waves, Andar’s presence stunned the multitude, and they were on the verge of worship. No Mage in history, even the Supreme Magus himself, had seen such prevalent praise from the people.

Andar’s name had long spread across the Supreme Magus World. All knew that he was a terrifying genius who had never been seen since their world took shape under the hands of the Supreme Magus Endirius, but even this knowledge could not describe this monstrous genius before them, who, in a million years, became a sixth-dimensional Magus.

Even the multiple great storms sweeping across the surface of the realm did nothing to hinder the fervor in the hearts of the Mages who had begun to chant Andar’s name so loudly that it reached the heavens.

Andar had not expected such a reception, and the higher-dimensional mages behind him, ranging from the fourth all the way to the eighth, seemed shocked as well as an entire Supreme world rose to chant the name of a single mage.

Bowing in appreciation, the cries from the crowd turned more fervent, and Andar looked up helplessly. It had been almost an hour, and it seemed that they would not stop calling his name.

At first, this fervor had been flattering, and Andar was almost overwhelmed by it all. He knew there were countless more Mages all over Reality watching this event through the Aethernet, and despite the chaos in Reality, his name was rising to the top. He had not anticipated such a thing.

His eyes flashed because he believed all this was leading to something, but what could it be? What did his father want him to do here?

Andar looked up and saw the storm that had ravaged the world being held back by a massive barrier to keep everyone below it safe. He noticed that the storm was beginning to ease up. Something clicked inside his soul, and Andar raised his hands up. The crowd went silent, and it was in this moment that the storm’s essence changed.

Andar spoke, his voice carried by Aether, and it resounded all through the realm: “Bring down the barrier!”

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