The Primordial Record

Chapter 1200: Deceiving Memories



The Chaos Door was shaken by Rowan's question. His wrinkled face was a weird mixture of both a child and an aged man warped into a funny visage as if he had just swallowed feces and was trying to love the taste.

Ordinarily, he should not be this concerned by Rowan's query, but everything that he was witnessing here was shaking him to the core and this was affecting millions of his body spread all over Reality, and this change drew the attention of various parties who were monitoring the Chaos Door for various reasons.

Labaletai was not a fool, for Rowan's time domain to cover such an expansive location and last for this duration meant two things, either this man in front of him had attained a power that was so ridiculous in a short time that should be almost improbable, because such an expansive domain should be in the realm of the seventh dimension or perhaps even higher, or he had the Will of Time.

The Chaos Door would very much prefer that the first option be the truth, but somehow he doubted this to be the case. He was there inside that universe a million years ago when he saw Rowan for the first time, there was no denying that his Aura was young, barely an infant.

Still, the only option for him to believe should be the first, every piece of evidence he had was pointing to the first option. Rowan at this moment was something else, and it was possible the person he had met was simply an avatar of an old monster, and it was the fear and oppressive nature of this realm that was making him think about crazy thoughts like someone having a Will of Time.

'hahaha, I almost scared myself to death, of course, he is just an old monster who likes to wear the skin of youth now and then,'

The Chaos Door became aware that he had remained silent for far too long and he had not answered the question by Rowan, he could imagine how guilty this could make him look to the eye of an observer,

"My Lord, I don't understand, you know the nature of my talent. This body was crafted out of the Chaos in between realities, it is impossible that I can bring anyone else with me. It goes against my code and what I have stood for in all these Eras."

"Is that so Labaletai, then surely you will not be against me searching your persons for certain...clues."

The face of the Chaos Door could not get any more crestfallen and he sighed, "Your words pain me My Lord, but if this is what is needed to clear my name before your eyes, then I shall gladly submit this clone to your gaze."

Immediately he finished speaking, Rowan cupped his hands, and streaks of red clouds floated from the golden city and began to gather around his palm.

When Labaletai saw this, his eyes were squeezed into needle points. This dimensional energy he was sensing from that red energy was bizarre and filled with wickedness, something he was expecting from a Devil or a Demon, although surprising, it was not unexpected, however, what was unexpected was the power of this energy.

Labaletai had lived long enough and known numerous higher dimensional powers to recognize the stench of a higher dimension. He was a fifth-dimensional being and although his bloodline had locked him away from accessing the higher dimensions forever, he knew Memory/Mind when he saw it.

So his first conjecture had been the correct one, Rowan was an ancient monster whose path could not be understood, and trying to figure out his plans was useless. The Chaos Door gritted his teeth as Rowan's arm came lower and brushed his frame with the red dimensional energy, and a freezing pulse traveled through his frame that made the Chaos Door release an unconscious drone, and no matter how much he wanted to pull back, he kept himself still.

He watched the red cloud suffuse his body and enter it, and then he could no longer feel anything, he only had a sense that something was searching, rummaging through something and somewhere that he could not understand, and this was a harsh reminder of the place he could never touch for all eternity.

Labaletai watched the red cloud disappear with a degree of longing that Rowan caught with a glance and a thought occurred to him before he placed it aside and felt the space around the frame of Labaletai shudder, it appeared that his hook had sunk into a target. This made him frown.

Rowan began to pull. He had discovered that manipulating the higher dimensional energy of Shisu, even when he had to pass through a convoluted process that would burn out his mind of a god, was quite fun. In simple terms, he was convincing the dimensional energy of the dying Ascendant to perform certain actions that it thought had already occurred in the past, in essence fooling a memory with a memory so he could bring the energy into reality.

The Will of Truth should be the reason he was able to easily do this, although, in his soul-like state, he could not access it in the way he would have liked, nevertheless, it was a part of him, and its powers were his to control.

Whatever he was pulling from the memory of the past had weight and this troubled him, he was hoping he was not going to be dealing with an Ascendant Sun, or worse, Calamity. The energy he had summoned would not be enough so he collected more from Shisu, his actions would hasten the death of this Ascendant, but in the time they had spent inside his time domain, Shisu had guided a world of peace and opportunity in his Memory/Mind for 340,000 years, creating a civilization that could rival the best that ever existed in terms of justice, peace and stability.

In all these years the Ascendant had never stopped crying for death as his essence was violated to the core. Hate should never breed such a fruit, and if only Shisu was able to, he would have

gladly run mad.

Rowan drew a ton of energy from Shisu creating a red cloud that was more than three hundred meters across, making the eyes of Labaletai grow wide, was it possible that he might have carried an unwanted passenger along with him? His mind went back to the events at the Inheritance Ground and his heart went cold.

With everything inside of him, he prayed that whatever was going on with the Firstborns and Caine, he had not brought it here with him. He may not know everything about the monster that Rowan was, but he knew that once he had the bloodline of Chaos and now he did not. Labaletai did not know how that was possible, in fact, there were moments he thought he was missing memories from his mind but anytime that occurred, something would happen that would make him lose that train of thought, and somehow the Chaos Door had never found

that suspicious.

However, what he knew was that nothing good would come out from Rowan missing up with the Firstborns of Chaos, especially him, he did not know if he would survive the clash.

He merely wept when on his frame, the fuzzy image of a blue snake appeared and even he could tell that he was looking at her... the Mother Of Poison.

Rowan's tone was dry, "What do we have here,"