Chapter 1655: The Maw

Published Mar 17, 2026, 08:40 AM

Chapter 1655: The Maw Rowan had not missed out on the fact that he had not found the Intent of Chaos on the third layer of the void. While battling the Folded Oracles who had taken the shape of his Echoes, Rowan had kept half his concentration focused on discovering any of the Intent of Chaos, but he had found none. This showed him that the Primordial had only managed to gain control over two layers of the void, which was to be expected, because he was the Primordial of Chaos, not the Primordial of Space. Rowan had gained the Origin of Fate, but up till this moment, he had not been able to get past the first layer of Fate’s Origin. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚 He was only making such quick progress because of the inheritance from Eosah. It was amazing that Primordial Chaos would have been able to conquer two layers of the void, alongside other concepts they had mastered, but Rowan knew that the Primordials were ancient beyond all memory, and if they had truly wanted to possess all the layers of Reality, then they would, it would only require an unknown number of sacrifices. Reaching the fourth layer of the void, Rowan hesitated for a moment, remembering how the realm of Fractal Weave had wrapped him. Still, his hesitation was only momentarily before he proceeded. Perhaps this was the last layer, and his purpose would be completed. He touched this layer and.... Rowan had just crossed the Fractal Weave, and killing all of the Folded Oracles had not taken much from him, most of his attention had been focused on finding the Intent of Chaos, and he was a bit surprised that he could find none, it would seem that the omnipotence of a Primordial still had a limit, at least the portions of them that were locked inside of Reality. It was always in the back of his mind that the Primordials he was fighting were a small part of a greater whole that dwelt outside of Reality, but Rowan knew that he would tackle greater challenges in time. What was important was the need to acquire the origin of space, and for that, he would go deeper. Reaching his hand towards this deeper layer of the void, Rowan hesitated. "Something is wrong," he whispered to himself. I have been here before..." A glint shone through his eyes, and Rowan smiled. "Oh, that is how it is. The layer below me is linked to oblivion." Rowan took a step back and began to rotate the power he had gained from gaining dominion over three layers of the void. He reached out and touched the barrier before him, and his hand sank into it without any issue. He paused for a moment before he pushed his entire body through the barrier, and he vanished from this layer. Rowan’s consciousness was extremely powerful, and although the power of Oblivion here was so great it had erased his memories, it was still not enough to banish all of Rowan’s instincts. He had experienced the power of Oblivion before, which means he already had a defense against it. Rowan might not be able to resist the power, but he would recognize its traces upon him. So, he quickly deciphered what this power was, and by so doing, he already had an inkling of the method to defeat it. Primordial Chaos was able to stand outside the Gate of Oblivion instead of any other Primordial, which must surely be linked to his connection with Reality and not just his status as a Primordial. Mastering two layers of space granted Chaos the chance to manipulate a portion of the power of Oblivion, and Rowan believed that this should be able to help him; he was correct, and so Rowan descended into Oblivion. He felt as if he was pushing himself into a wound. ® Once more, his consciousness was stretched to the limits as the alien nature of this place took his mind for a ride. Rowan was coming to understand that this process was the test for his compatibility with the void and his capabilities. If he was missing a bit in any of the two, then death was his most favorable outcome. How does one come to understand oblivion? Before now, Rowan would have thought such a thing was nearly impossible, but he was only missing the right tools, which were the more profound mastery of the void. Yet, this tool would only bridge the gap. He must master the intricacies of Oblivion using his mind, and failure would mean his end. After all, he was already inside Oblivion. It was a struggle to understand the nature of Onlivion, and Rowan silently acknowledged in his heart that at his present level, it was impossible for him, perhaps if he had reached the peak of the eighth-dimensional level, and brought all his wills and the concepts he understood to the proto-ninth dimensional level, he would have the knowledge to understand what was surrounding him, but he was not at that stage. Instead, to find his way into this place, he had to sacrifice his body and soul, breaking down his flesh with the essence of death and restricting his level to the third-dimensional state, basically making himself a ’mortal.’ Only his capability as a dimension made it possible for Rowan to survive such a thing. This should have been the end of his road, but Rowan was not alone, and although he struggled, there was still a guide by his side. "The Maw of Oblivion. You have found my heart. Now would you dare to make it beat again?" Rowan grinned and he spoke aloud, "Is that a challenge? I gladly accept." "Ah. Then come to me... Eos. I have waited for far too long." ® Primordial Life wearing his Throne, Seed walked in the lower realm, every step he made crossing millions of universes. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be in deep thought. Suddenly, he stopped, opened his milky-white eyes, which resembled those of a blind man, and looked below him at a nondescript universe. Within his gaze, this entire universe that was vast beyond the mind of mortals and immortals was less than a speck of dust, and he could now walk here because of the amount of decaying essence the petulant child was spewing across Reality. His body blurred, and an identical copy of his Throne appeared beside him, who was frozen in place for a while before a forceful breath exploded from his lungs, and he staggered, but stopped himself from falling before turning a rage-filled gaze to Primordial Life. "Hahahaha, I have wondered when you will let me out of the cage. Perhaps it would be in this era, the next hundred eras, or perhaps a million eras in the future, maybe a billion... trillion! Yet, hahahaha.... It has hardly been a century. Oh, great Primordial Life, did you need your Seed of Wrath so quickly?" Primordial Life ignored the ranting of his copy, a thoughtful look in his dead eyes as he looked deep into the universe, towards a Major World that was more massive than the rest, Trion. Seed had been staring holes into the back of Primordial Life all this while. When he noticed the direction the Primordial was facing, he turned towards the universe and reacted with shock. "I am in the lower realms. You are in the lower realms! How is it possible?" Primordial Life flicked a finger, and Seed’s head shot backward, and he growled in pain, massive veins like snakes filling his head as the memory of a Primordial being assaulted his consciousness. Seed fell to one knee, black blood pouring from his nose, eyes, ears, and mouth, and he dug his fingers into his skull, as if trying to claw out the pain from his head. "You can scream," Primordial Life said softly. No one here but me can hear you. Your shame is safe." Eyes black with blood, Seed stared at Primordial Life with rage and struggled to come to his feet, disregarding the endless waves of pain that came from having the full weight of a Primordial Memory thrust into his mind. Growling with unmatched rage, Seed swallowed the blood in his mouth and slowly walked to stand in front of Primordial Life, who glanced at him in amusement before looking back at the universe. After a while, Seed had finished digesting the memory of Primordial Life, and a strange glint arose in his white eyes. he spoke to Primordial Life with no fear. "This was the universe of his birth?" Primordial Life replied to Seed quite quickly, not withholding his words from his Throne, "Yes, I recreated it, but it is just one of three. Finding the remaining two was quite tricky due to them being destroyed, but I have my ways." Gesturing with his fingers, another universe was dragged from an unknown place, and Primordial Life placed it above the first universe in front of them, and when his fingers dropped, the two universes collided. Another gesture brought up a third universe, but this one seemed to be made from shadows, the Underverse. With another flick of his finger, the third universe collided with the first two.

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