Chapter 1481 Limbo Rowan barely had the time to come to terms with the strange method that he had been transported with when he used the Memory of Primordial Life as a bridge when he was crushed to the ground by great pressure, for a moment everything was blank, he could not feel anything, even thoughts were gone from his mind and any awareness of himself was gone, and Rowan could not tell how much time he spent in this state, not that it would matter, the concept of time did not exist here, a second and a billion years were the same things. A mortal or an immortal that was bound by the rules of time would not be able to survive here, the foundations of their existence was built upon this concept, and even though Rowan shared a portion of that foundation, he carried his own time and space with him, and although this concept did not exist here, he was still able to slowly make meaning of his surroundings. It also helped that he was still surrounded by the remnants of the Memory of Primordial Life, and those acted as the stabilizer to his existence, but he could barely think for an extremely long time, but slowly his consciousness began to accumulate until a threshold was reached, and almost automatically his fingers began to move. At first, their movements seemed erratic, but slowly grace returned to his fingers, and runes of memories, powered by soul essence began to rage around his body, as multiple barriers began to coelease around his body, growing increasingly thicker until they reached a certain point and Rowan began to slowly rise from the ground, carried by the waves of green runes pouring out from his fingers. Rowan was not sure that he should be able to do this, since he had never seen anyone weave Memories as if they were spells, but Rowan could touch memories that were as potent as his own, and it helped that the Memories he was weaving came from a Primordial. Whatever place he had just found himself contained laws of power that were so potent and beyond anything that could be found in reality and had never been wielded by anyone or anything that he had seen. It did not take long for Rowan to realize that the power surrounding him was beyond the eighth-dimensional level and was firmly in the realms of Primordials. This place had never been meant for any lesser being, not even Old Ones were worthy of reaching it. What could have been billions of years passed as Rowan continued weaving the fragments of the Memory of Primordial Life that he had snatched, and in that time his Wills began to grow in a ridiculous manner. His Will of Truth that had reached the sixth dimensional realm first quickly grew under the stimulation of his understanding of reality growing beyond what he had anticipated barely a year before. The Will of Elder, the Will of Soul Origin, and the Will of Time soon reached the sixth-dimensional realm, and their growth was not hampered for a single moment. Countless inspiration poured into his mind during the moments that he spent weaving Memories. The understanding of Time, Space, Soul Origin, Truth, and the Elder race grew until a wall was reached at the peak of the sixth dimension. This wall was unbreachable without any direct intervention from Rowan's dimensional flesh and his Origin Land, however, he was in such a high-level environment that despite not being able to ascend his Will past the sixth-dimensional level, it began to broaden, as Rowan had all the time in the world to begin experimenting with new permutations and combination of his Wills The inspiration he had gained over the creation of Wills when he combined the Sin Weapons was fully utilised by him at this time, and his Will continued to evolve. Billions of years passed and Rowan did not stop working on weaving Memory, the growth of his Will was simply a beneficial side-effect. Soon his consciousness fully awakened, all these while his soul had been operating nearly automatically without any direct input from his consciousness and he had succeeded in pushing this process to the level where he was able to finally unlock the full measures of his consciousness. Rowan's mind reawakened and he smiled in relief. There had been a possibility that he would have never been able to awaken, and his dimensional soul would have been stuck in this place forever until his dimensional flesh was strong enough to free him from this place, but betting on his ability to manipulate the Memory of Primordial Life was the correct option and he had barely succeeded. Despite his mind being awakened, he could not even see his surroundings fully, the weave he had made was protecting him from this place but it was also blunting his perception. However, he had spent such a long time here that Rowan had been able to decipher where he was by the process of elimination and the fact that he had the assistance of the Memory from Primordial life and he had been here before, in a Memory shown to him by the Primordial Record. He was on Limbo. When Rowan became a living dimension, his Singularity, the Primordial Record had become so enamored with his potential that he gave Rowan a choice to merge with it, for them to become something new and powerful. To convince Rowan of their potential if they combined, the Primordial Record had shown him a vision of the future, one where their fusion had shattered all of reality and what remained was a single plain that was called Limbo. Rowan had not left Reality at that time, he had barely seen the full measures of the Great Darkness after he left his universe for a brief moment, and so he did not. understand the full significance of that vision. The fusion between him and the Primordial Record had led to the release of so much energy that not only the lower realms were destroyed, but also the higher realms as well, every dimension in existence, every Primordial Domain were shattered to pieces, and it had not ended there, even the Nothingness was destroyed, and so what Rowan had seen was what was left behind when Reality and the Nothingness were destroyed, there would be nothing but Limbo. Previously as a lower dimensional immortal, he had not fully understood what it would mean for the fusion between him and the Primordial Record to lead to the destruction of all of reality, he could not even comprehend power on such a scale, and as a means of self-preservation, his mind had simply glossed over this detail, now he knew. With the understanding of what Limbo represented, it was easy for him to draw the next logical conclusion, "At first I believed that Singularities were born from outside all known existence, and they were like viruses, invading the realities that the Primordials had created and nurtured, but if I use what I know about the Primordials, then it means that like the Singularities, even the Primordials themselves are... invaders." In the memory of the future that the Primordial Record had shown him, his fusion and rebirth led to a war between him and the Primordials, and in the harrowing battle, there was no winner, he lost many times, and the Primordials also lost some of their numbers as well. Rowan had once believed that the Primordials had been protecting reality from the devastation his fusion would unleash, but the truth was that they were simply trying to take out competition. The Primordial Domains were simply extensions of Primordials who were dwelling outside of reality, they were not allowed inside of existence, and when his fusion with the Primordial Record had devastated all of reality it had opened the gateway for the Primordials to access reality. Rowan had gotten the interpretation of that battle entirely wrong. Inside the Memory of Primordial Life, he had seen that the offshoots of the Primordials that were inside of reality were dormant, not because they wanted to, but because they had no choice, something happened in the past that deprived the Primordials of the ability to fully control reality or perhaps there was something else that he was missing. Rowan knew that in the Era before this one, the Primordial Era, the Primordials, or rather, their offshoots, had been able to freely move through reality, he had briefly witnessed Primordial Demon himself arriving on Doom Star and slaughtering every single opposition in his path in a single moment. So, it as undeniable that the Primordials had more autonomy in the past, that is, until they decided to drain every single bit of Primordial Essence from reality. This event had always bothered Rowan, why would the Primordials drain reality of the one thing that could ensure they were still able to fully control reality, why would they chose to weaken all of creation? Well, he had been looking at this from a standpoint of them being the creator of reality, but if he looked at the Primordials as invaders, then so many things begin to make sense.