The Primordial Record

Chapter 971  Seven Centuries (2)

Except for beings at the God-Emperor level and above, anything less was treated as thrash. So Rowan could not feed them with any sort of mundane energy or Essence inside the universe.

However, the Primordial darkness inside the Tenebris armor was promising in that regard, and it seemed it was limitless in some regard, and Rowan now had the chance to grow both in knowledge and power.

His dimensional flesh creaked and pushed against the pressure from the armor, and he almost felt his large pool of Consciousness quiver, but his excitement had no time to build before a wave of power emerged from the armor, and the force suppressing his body multiplied once more.

The Primordial Serpents hissed in irritation as their bodies that had grown to hundreds of feet were compressed to a few inches, but this did nothing but trigger the madness in their heart. Their essence stores had increased in volume and although they had not gained more Spirits, they could burn those they had more effectively. The least Spirit in their bodies belonged to God Emperors, and with a dull thumping sound that shook the armor, the bodies of the Serpents ignited and the devouring force increased. Slowly but surely, their explosive growth resumed.

Before he entered the Tenebris armor, each Primordial Serpent measured nearly 450,000 miles, and could easily swallow entire solar systems, leaving the previous bodies of the Ouroboros Serpents to shame, and under this meal of Primordial Darkness, it was unknown how large his serpents would become once he left the armor.

In two years, the Serpents had eaten enough to push his dimensional flesh to another level of strength, expanding their bodies until it reached nearly a thousand feet, and once more the Tenebris armor suppressed him with unflinching power, over the next seven hundred years, this suppression was performed 2,782 times.

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The discussion of Old Man Seed and Elura under the Bodhi tree did not come to a satisfying conclusion, each of them knowing they were keeping secrets in their hearts, but sure they would be the first to discover it before the other did.

 Elura decided to wait by the side of her father and watch out for her son, although she had high expectations of the direction her father was trying to push Romion\'s personal growth, she was also concerned with other facets of power that Old Man Seed did not care for, and that was influence among the other Primordial Domain.

Her plans for Romion did not involve him becoming like her father, an all-powerful hermit who would spend eternity isolated in various places of power, chasing the Paths to Power for all eternity. She had learned that to truly take hold of Supreme Power, allies and alliances were needed. To rule, one needed an empire or at the least, a powerful organization that could carry one\'s Will to the ends of reality. The Primordials in all their power still created domains, there was a lesson here.

Romion would not become a diamond that was hidden in the sand, instead he was to be an Emperor. He had one of the most pure bloodlines of a Primordial, and if her plans went well, there was an opening for her son to take advantage of.

He would stand out among the most powerful in reality and would chase the limits of power in all its shades.

The harsh lessons of the past had taught her that personal power was not everything, sometimes a powerful influence and background were all that was needed to push Fate to your Will.

Elura had suffered many tragedies in the past, and she would not be able to live with herself if Romion followed the mistakes of her past, and lived without the ambition that could fulfill his potential.

"Stupid armor, how can you be consuming so many resources?"

The muttering from Old Man Seed drew her out of the haze she had found herself. She had been here with him for less than six months and she frowned as she felt the trembling of the space around the armor, turning to the old man in annoyance she whispered incredulously,

"Surely you did not fail to refill the Essence Stores inside of Tenebris before you placed Romion inside did you?"

Old Man Seed scratched his head in confusion, "I did not refill it, but that should not be a problem, the armor had been left unused for more than a hundred Minor Eras, technically, it should be overflowing with Essence, and would be able to last for another Era even under constant concurrent usage by trillions of other users, and I have checked, I am the only one with total access to this treasure."

A treasure like the Tenebris armor was not simple. Due to its higher dimensional state of existence, this armor could exist in more than one location and time period at the same time, and so, it could be used by multiple people at once, across space and time.

It took a seventh-dimensional being like Old Man Seed to erase all aspects of the treasure among space and time to ensure that his grandson had unfettered access to it. In that case not just lasting one Minor Era, the armor should run with no issues for a hundred Minor Eras.

Elura rubbed her brows in irritation, "Were you aware of who had access to this armor during the period you were away? Do you not think that perhaps, Labyrinth may have sold access to it, after all, you gave him a passcode to access its Spirit."

Old Man Seed frowned, "That is unlikely, but also possible, but do not fear daughter, refiling the Tenebris armor would not take much from me. This armor is expensive to refill, nevertheless, it is not a picky eater. Do not look down on your old man, the treasures I have gathered have long been the envy of Labyrinth himself. Refilling Tenebris is a minor issue."

Old Man Seed conjured an orb of rippling silver metal. This was Aechon Stone, a potent treasure that could only be harvested from the depths of the Abyss. Old man Seed had gone on an expedition to the lower levels of the Great Abyss many Eras ago and gathered a lot of valuable loot, this was one of them.

A single Aechon Stone was worth the price of a universe, and Old Man Seed had gathered tens of thousands of these stones. He was not bluffing when he said his riches could make a Primordial envious.

Without any fanfare he pushed the Aechon Stone into Tenebris and the vanished, he closed his eyes and sensed the power levels in the armor,

"Strange, it is still dropping." he muttered to himself.

Summoning ten more Aechon Stones he pushed it into Tenebris and after a while smiled in satisfaction. This should last for at least a hundred thousand years, even with the unknown expenditure from this cursed armor, he thought.

Two years later, his eyes snapped open as the armor began crying out for sustenance. With an annoyed grunt he pushed another ten Aechon Stone into it.

One year later….n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om