The Primordial Record

Chapter 1640: Noctis Fear (1)

This trap was out in the open, but it was undeniably a test, and Rowan knew that he was currently failing it. Yet it was not a hopeless situation for him, because Rowan was also testing the power of Death, and the limits he could push himself before he needed to use his trump cards.

His body and soul now resembled a corpse that had refused to collapse into dust, held together by an impossible willpower. Rowan kept himself in the realm of the living with a percentage of his life, refusing to go any lower to avoid any unforeseen occurrence.

If he was ambushed, which was a situation that was not highly likely, then he wanted to be able to respond quickly. Even with the permission of Death to leave the realm, Rowan could not relax his vigilance.

‘Okay, I have seen the limits of my strength; it is time to leave.’

Rowan’s eyes had already collapsed into pits of darkness as the decay from all the death energy had vaporized them, and from these empty sockets, twin flames bloomed.

His right eye carried a purple flame, and his left eye had a greenish-golden flame, which represented his two bloodline powers, Chronomancer Prime and Serathis.

Throughout his battle with the Thrones of the Primordials, he had never unleashed any of his bloodline powers, strictly restricting himself to using only the strength of his dimensional flesh and the power of his Destroyer.

If he had used his bloodline powers, then it would be difficult to ascertain who would come out on top, but the battle was more of a fact-finding mission, as his ultimate destination was not just to kill the Thrones of Primordial or to create the New Light, but it was to meet Death.

The power of these two bloodlines had always been fused into his flesh, but only now did he begin to employ it.

Waves of eldritch powers emerged from his eyes as the domain of death began to transform around Rowan, as a power that stood on the same level as Death radiated from his body.

Presently, Rowan had less than a single percent of his lifeforce left, and the Bleak Gate that had been pushed only a sliver would not go any further unless that last percent of his life force vanished.

Rowan grinned and eliminated the last portion of his life force, and the gate was pushed back a few inches. The realm of death shuddered as if in celebration, but Rowan’s body, which was about to be merged with the realm, shuddered as life force reignited in his body from nowhere, and the gate that had been slowly opening was jammed, and the resistant force exploded, much fiercer than before.

However, Rowan extinguished his life force again, and the resistance force vanished. The gate was pushed back further, but before Death could claim Rowan, his life force returned.

The Bleak Gate screamed its rage as a resistance force was about to erupt, but Rowan’s life force disappeared.

This happened dozens of times, and Rowan could feel the madness arising from the gate, but it followed the rules of the Realm of Death when nothing was holding Rowan from abusing the rules.

What he was doing was undoubtedly dangerous. He was killing himself and reversing the time around him to a moment before he died using Chronomancer Prime, but he was in the realm of Death, and this was like playing Russian roulette with a gun whose entire chambers was filled with bullet, this should have meant suicide, but somehow anytime Rowan pulled the trigger, the bullet froze in the chambers.

Rowan employed the power of Serathis to make sure the power of luck was in his favor. Boosted by the power of his Fate, Rowan could stare down death every time and always find a way to escape.

When Rowan left the Realm of Death, the screams of rage from the Bleak Gate did not end for a long time.

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Noctis had been watching Rowan’s body for the last fifteen years like a hawk, disregarding the voice of his castle and anything around him. After a while, a deep frown slowly took over his features, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

What drew him to Rowan at first was the vast energy of death that surrounded him, which was a power that was nearly impossible to find inside Reality.

For his survival and to have revenge against the beings that destroyed everything that he knew, Noctis had roamed Limbo for more than ten Major Eras until he made the decision to become a Crow of Death.

He had already given up on Eosah; he had roamed Limbo long enough to understand that the Primordials were the apex predators, and nothing could stand against them.

The only advantage they had over the Primordials was gone, broken by their foolishness. Noctis returned not to fight his enemies but to destroy what they came here for, ensuring that even though they had won every battle, they would lose the war.

Noctis came back to end all of existence, using the power of Death to corrupt the roots of Reality. This was a daunting task, but Noctis believed that he had a chance to succeed, and he would slowly poison all of Reality until there was nothing left for the Primordials to harvest.

When he had sensed the energy of death from Rowan, Noctis had rushed over to feast. The energy he was sensing could equal all the energy of death he could harvest in an entire Minor Era, across all of Reality.

Initially, he believed that Rowan was the Primordial Ouroboros and was a bit confused when he saw multiple powerful serpents around him. However, he thought it might have been one of the unknown abilities of the Ouroboros Serpent. He was a being far more powerful than any Old One, and he was able to read Fate and Destiny and perceive that Rowan was the most significant threat and enemy of the Primordials.

As if that was not shocking enough, he saw the New Light and understood that Rowan was doing something that Noctis could not have imagined: he was supplanting the powers of the Primordials while he was still inside Reality!

Noctis’ eyes were opened to the possibility that perhaps he might have been searching all of Limbo for a strategy to fight the Primordials when the answer was always at home. The technique for supplanting the power of a Primordial was exquisite, and if he could do the same for him, then Noctis could fight!

The death of Rowan was not a problem for Noctis. In fact, there could have been ways that he could have used to slow down or even reverse it, but Noctis had held back. He wanted Rowan to die, and then he would reach the Bleak Gate and pull him out.

Only with this method would he ensure that this powerful and enigmatic being would be tied to him. After all, was there a greater favor than to save someone from the cold hands of death?

It was foolish to expect this man to break Reality and give Noctis the power to stand against Primordials. As much as he feared a misunderstanding, Noctis needed power more than he wanted understanding.

So, he waited for Rowan’s soul to move into the Realm of death. For a powerful being, this process might take days, even months. However, he had seen the state of Rowan’s body and soul. Everything about him had been torn to pieces, and in this state, it would be amazing if Rowan could remain in the land of the living for a second.

Noctis waited for six years before the last indication of life left Rowan.

When the first year had passed, Noctis had been amazed at the resilience of Rowan’s life force, although he was a bit upset with him when Sheba had basically told him to worship Rowan, but such resilience from a soul that had been affected by a Primordial-level killing curse was unreal and it was enough for Noctis to give Rowan his due.

Then the second year rolled by, and the third and the fourth, and Noctis became numb. Noctis was a Crow for Death, and he understood that a soul that stayed on the threshold of Death for so long would begin attracting attention, and maybe multiple regions of Death would be alerted to Rowan’s presence.

This was a frightening thought. The realm of Death was a major player in Limbo, and attention like this was bad.

After six years had passed and the final traces of life had left Rowan’s standing body, Noctis had let out a sigh of relief and, with apprehension in his eyes, he sent his consciousness into the realm of Death.

Half of Noctis’ True Name was engraved on the Bleak Gate, making it possible for him to access the realm of Death.

His consciousness had barely crossed the gate before it was blasted away.

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