The Primordial Record

Chapter 474 Ascension To The Rank of Archangel

He held the pale blue wisp of Aura that belonged to Circe and smiled.

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The Lady of Shadow Eva stood a few miles from Rowan who was resting on his thrones made from the coils of his Ouroboros Serpents. Their bodies were not touching the ground and their magnificent colors only served to highlight Rowan\'s magnificence.

They were hovering a thousand feet in the air and Rowan\'s right hand was resting on his chin as if he was deep in sleep, but the watchful eyes of the Ouroboros Serpents would show that he was awake.

These past few weeks as Rowan digested the soul of the god, Dao Ma, the Aura escaping from his body was steadily rising until even Eva could only stay near him if she entered his Mental Space. Rowan was not aware that he was emitting such a frightening Aura for he was concentrated on digesting the soul inside him.

This Aura was generated because the amount of Soul Crystals he was accumulating was reaching a frightening number. Except for his Absolute Body containing such a tyrannical presence that anchored him to the material universe, there was no way he could hold the amount of Soul Crystals while inside the universe itself.

He had used eighty percent of the powers in his Knowledge Well Chamber until he began to subtly increase the rate at which he digested the soul, and now there was only a small bit of the god left, in a few hours it would be done.

If the Immortal Soul had tried to struggle all these while, Rowan did not feel it, for the suppression that his City of Sheol had over souls was absolute, even if it had not fully awakened.

This short amount of time went by faster than the blink of an eye and with a last whimper, the soul was gone.

You would think that the true death of a god would have caused a more drastic change, but it was mostly silent, only a whimper announced the passing of such a great figure.

Rowan sighed at the death of an immortal and called up the Primordial Record,

PᖇᎥᗰᗝᖇᗪᎥᗩᒪ ᖇᗴᑕᗝᖇᗪ

Name: Rowan Kuranes

Age: 14/542,000

Strength: 348,392

Agility: 326,792

Constitution: 353,977

Class: None

Title: Plane Walker, Chaos Blood, Reality Butcher, Creator, Primordial.

Berserker (Tier 6)

Lament Of Celestials (Tier 0)

Light Devourer (Tier 0)

Skills:

BERSERKER BLOOD (Immortal — Level 3)

Bloodline Skill: Eruption (41%)

Passive:

Decipher language (complete)

Berserker Intent (Black)

Records:

SIX [CHAOS BLOOD] - Level 3 Completed [30,000]

SHEOL - Level 5 Completed (1,000,000)

TREE OF DESIRE - Level 5 Completed

Territory: Primordial Sea of Darkness

Bloodline Ability: Purgatory Gate (Locked)

Territory Gained: Primordial Sea of Darkness

Legendary Skill: Chaos World Engine [6/6]

Chaos World Engine [Minor— Completed]

Legendary Skill:Word of Enoch ×2 [Blank].

Rift Rule: Absolute Body.

Palace of Ice Chamber Unlocked:

Astrolabe

Knowledge Well

Hollow Forge

Chaos Worlds (minor) — Limits Exceeded

Minor Worlds Seeded — 212

Awakening Primordial Bloodline [Sheol]

Soul Crystal — 4,950

Remark: Awakening Primordial

He had gained nearly 4,500 Soul Crystals from devouring Dao Ma, if he went by the previous method he gathered souls then it would mean he gained nearly 4.5 billion Soul Points. A few years back, a thousand Soul Points was a windfall, now that was not enough to even fill the space in between his teeth.

The soul of Erohim had only given him such a small amount of Soul Crystal even though they were both Minor gods, most likely because the god was on the verge of death, and he was kept at the edge of death, not allowed to die and not allowed to heal.

If he had devoured such a powerful Immortal Soul before he upgraded his bloodline to that of a Primordial, then Rowan feared that he would have been sleeping for centuries for his previous Palace of Ice to process this amount of power.

He knew of the stirrings along the edge of the seeded worlds, time was running out and he had planned the invasion of the galaxy for just a single year.

With the first part of his plan settled, he began the next.

His consciousness went towards the City of Sheol where four figures that were shining with a blinding light were pressing their fists against its walls. They were at the forefront and for the moment no other Angel stood beside them, they all stood back and we\'re awaiting the moment when these four completed the first great Trials.

Suriel, Erudiel, Nezrakim, and Dora. These were the Angels who were the closest to becoming an Archangel.

Going by the speed of their transformation, then they would be fully matured by tomorrow. Rowan smiled, with the help of four Archangel, he could begin his attack without too much fear.

He planned to hunt two gods next.

Of the four Angels at the cusp of full maturity, the growth of Erudiel had surprised him the most, but it was clear why he could closely match the rate of the three other Angels that were born before him.

He was the one that could endure the most.

He stayed the longest touching the walls, and he actively tried to heal himself using spells, and Rowan discovered that from all his Angels, Erudiel was the one that was most proficient in defense and survival. Truly he was named well.

Rowan idly wondered if the names he gave them determined their character. The process of him giving them names was almost instinctive as if each Angel already had a name and he was just the voice that could give their name form and life.