The Primordial Record

He left this tree behind for an important reason, Rowan was planning to direct the light and toxins from the creation of his Forge into the trees, no matter how minimal it might turn out to be, working with only one consciousness, made it difficult for him to make everything perfect, and some loss of power was expected in the form of light and heat and other free radicals.

When he gained access to more consciousness pillars he would be able to craft to a level that was befitting his status as a Nascent Primordial.

Arrayed before him were the eighty million Spirit Guises, and with a gesture from his fingers, they all slammed into each other. No sound escaped from this calamitous crash.

A moment before the Spirit Guises had covered the entire surface of the planet and with this gesture, Rowan had squeezed them together until when combined, they became smaller than the head of a pin. Recall that each of these Spirit Guises was made from billions of powerful divine treasures, and combining them all to this extent required a rather profound knowledge of Space-Time and the ability to utilize energy and matter above the understanding of even the gods.

The light that flashed briefly from the fusion should have been bright enough to be seen from outside the galaxy where this planet was located, but Rowan reflected them towards the surface of the planet where they were consumed by the leaves of the greedy trees who all began to rapidly grow from the energy they had consumed.

Rowan opened his mouth and swallowed a ball of colorless energy, it came from the heat generated by fusing all these Spirit Guises, he grimaced in irritation as the energy entered into his true body. The heat was in billions of degrees and did not bother him because he was nearly immune from the effect of normal elemental energies but it carried other peculiar aspects, like it was incredibly bitter.

Rowan shook his head at the endless wonders to be found in the universe and all its facets. This was the first time he had come across bitter heat, but such unique changes were to be expected in a project of this magnitude.

He sat down cross-legged and drew the tiny dot which was not discernible to the naked eye and he began to work on it. The stars above blinked on, unaware of the profound changes about to sweep through the universe.

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The body of Boreas jolted in his throne as a sliver of Rowan's consciousness entered it. He opened his eyes inside the Vault of Hekaton and noticed that nothing had changed. Boreas should be the most relaxed god in Trion at this time, all others must be struggling to become stronger.

Well, Boreas was dead. Rowan thought that he should cut the god some slack.

During his sleep, another hundred Labyrinth Coins had been deposited into his Vault holdings, bringing his total up to 445 Labyrinth Coins. Rowan brought out a single coin and observed it for a short while. It was spherical in shape and resembled a normal gold coin without any imprinting or decorations. It could have been easily dismissed if placed in a chest full of gold.

Rowan sighed and clutched the coin tight. It was time to begin making withdrawals using this unexpected inheritance. He had no idea that the supplementary materials he would ultimately use for his Forge would be gained using this means.

It was relatively easy for him to access the exchange section created by the God King… Or at least that was what he had thought.

Each Labyrinth Coin was like a world unto itself, and touching it would reveal a vision of countless specks of light. Some of them were very large, shining as bright as a star and equally as massive, while some were small.

Investigating any of this speck of light would reveal the treasure they contained and the equivalent amount of Labyrinth Coin that could be used as a means of exchange.

Such an inefficient method of seeking treasures reminded Rowan of the Ancient Library of the Mages. They were given access to all the wisdom of the known universes, yet there was always a price to be paid for seeking it.

This sentiment was soon proven to be more correct than Rowan had once thought because the Labyrinth Coin that he was using to access this Exchange Space was beginning to slowly dissipate into golden dust.

Clearly just entering into this space would cause the value of the Labyrinth Coin used to slowly degrade, and spending more time here meant losing more resources. From the rate of dissipation, Rowan noted that it would take sixteen seconds for it to be entirely consumed.

The God King had claimed he would punish the other Trion Gods if they withheld treasure that their counterparts might need, but it appeared that the God King was above his rules, as he did not let up on the stranglehold he had over his treasures.

"Let me see the reason why the Reflection of a Primordial would be so stingy."

Three seconds later, Rowan became mute in shock as he realized why the God King was critical about protecting his treasures. It was simply because the man had everything!

He had not even gone through a fraction of the specks of light to be found here, and every sort of treasure or material that Rowan had ever come across both inside and outside the universe could already be tracked down.

From ordinary Mithril and Davross to Ancient Steel and Abominable Hearts of Titans. From the beating spleen of a Siren to the blood of Archangels. From the grain of sand on the Beaches of Blood to fragments of Supreme Worlds. From blessed blades to remnants of Universe Destroyers. Everything…. There was everything in creation here!

The immensity of these treasures stunned Rowan to silence, no god or Archmage or demon could gather such treasures in ten Eras, if he had to guess, these must be the spoils gained after countless Eras, after thoroughly gathering every treasure that a universe might contain.

This amount of treasures was too massive to be gained from a single universe but several. Rowan looked towards the edge of the horizon in this space and there were bigger stars that felt so powerful that it made his breath shake.

No, he was mistaken! This place and the treasures it contained must not belong to the God King, it felt too ancient and powerful. Rowan could sense great powers in the depths of this space, powers so great that it could crush an entire universe.

If the God King had access to these treasures, there was no reason why he would be afraid of his father. The fact that this place might not belong to the God King dawned on Rowan, perhaps Golgoth had just given the Gods of Trion the opportunity to access this place by carefully doling out the Labyrinth Coins at his disposal.

Perhaps the reason the God King did not relax the restrictions on this place was not because he wanted to keep these treasures for himself, but because he could not control this place.

From what Rowan had seen, there were enough treasures here that would make any war redundant. The affliction ailing the God-King could easily be cured with some of the treasures found here if he had not done so, which meant he did not have the ability to collect any of the treasures here without exchanging them for it.

If this space was unique then Rowan's previous plans to rob the God King of it needed to be placed aside. Anyone who controlled this space must undoubtedly be extremely powerful, he did not need new enemies.

On the plus side, it meant he no longer had to buy unnecessary treasures in order to mask the treasure that he really needed for his Forge. Rowan barely had two seconds before his time expired and he would have needed to use another coin before he rapidly began selecting the treasures he required.

Beside his consciousness, an orb appeared with an Abacus beside it. Every selection made by Rowan triggered a change in the Abacus, it even carried its own special sound effect,

"Kaa Ching!"

He noted that his dissipating Labyrinth Coin began to regain back its luster. A sign that whoever owned this place did not want people to just browse their wares but to engage in active transactions.