Chapter 2039: 10,008 Supreme Origin Techniques Each Origin Realms were vast and in fifty million years, countless species had arisen inside of it, but in every Origin Realm, there must be one Supreme Species. These were the ones who proved themselves to be outstanding in every way possible and were rightly termed the Supreme Species of that Origin Realm. However, amongst all the Supreme Species, there was a gap between those whose Realms held Primordials and those that did not, and the goal of every Supreme Species was to give birth to a Primordial. Every species inside the Origin Realms was equal; the potential that gave one species the ability to be called Supreme was also in others, and so what made these species supreme was their ability to master any of the 10,008 unique scriptures created by the Grand Creater, Eos. The Primordials were at the pinnacle of Existence, but there was one figure that rose higher than even the Primordial, and to even think of that figure as if he were a person was almost heretical. What would you call someone who creates Primordials? The 10,008 Supreme Origin Techniques were so profound that they could be cultivated by mortals, and they could use them all the way to the Primordial level. Each technique was filled with endless mysteries, and for those who knew of the past outside the Origin Realm, they were dumbfounded when they saw the abilities that these techniques were able to create. Comparing what they used to cultivate in the past and the power of these new techniques was so absurd that it was almost as if they had wasted their entire lives. One of the reasons why there were so few Primordials born during the second generation of the Primordial’s Ascension was that upon releasing the 10,008 Supreme Origin Techniques, a lot of Old Ones shattered their foundation and returned to mortals to recultivate. Even a fool would be able to see the clear advantages to be had from cultivating these techniques that clearly exceeded any sort of techniques ever born in the past. Even Primordials selected several of these Origin Techniques and cultivated them, deriving a lot of inspiration and powers from the endless mysteries between their pages. Every Supreme Origin Technique had twenty layers, and what was amazing was that reaching the tenth layer of this technique meant the individual had a great chance of becoming a Primordial in the future, and reaching the twelfth layer meant that chance had become a certainty. To be called a Supreme Species meant that a member, or multiple members of a particular species, had been able to master at least half the layer of a Supreme Origin Technique. With many individuals of a species mastering one of the Supreme Origin Techniques to the tenth layer, it meant there was a great chance that a Primordial would arise among them, and so they were given the title of the Supreme Specie of that Origin Land, but that title could be given to another species if they surpassed the current holder of the title in the amount of individual to reach the tenth layer. There were only sixty-four Primordials across all the Origin Realms, but the fourth generation of New Primordials to be born would soon reach its height a million years from now, and the contest to reach this level and claim an Origin Land was the foremost goal of any immortal and knowledgeable mortals who were aware of the truth. Conflicts between Origin Realms were strictly forbidden, and inside each individual Origin Realm, battle was frowned upon, but it was still a part of life. However, unnecessary wars were almost nonexistent because of the one piece of knowledge passed down to any mortal who could ascend past the level of an Earth God and gain a form of lesser immortality. The truth was that their paradise had a time limit. Inside the Origin Realm, there were limitless lands to explore filled with adventure and dangers. The chance for growth for any individual was almost limitless. But there was a darkness creeping in that would devour everything they knew and loved. This darkness would not care for their race, species, or talents; it simply wanted to end all life in Existence and drag it into a place of endless pain and suffering. This darkness could not be negotiated with, could not be bought, and it would only end if they came together as one to destroy it. If there was one thing that brought people together, it was a shared threat, and so across all the Origin Land, there was relative peace as everyone, and everything struggled to climb up the dimensional ladder and fight for the chance to survive and protect their home, because if it was destroyed, there were no more homes to be found in the vastness of Limbo. The Origin Realms were the only paradise that could ever be in an Existence that had gone mad. What was the use of petty strife and quarrels when everything would come to an end if they were not ready? In these fifty million years, there had been attacks from Limbo, and even though lower-dimensional immortals could not see these attacks from their universes or lower-dimensional realms, the spread of information in the Origin Realms was matchless, and they were able to get accurate recordings of the scenes of these attacks. They had seen a small portion of the horror that was to come, and it scared the weak of mind to madness. Thankfully, with the potential inside the bodies of every new species in the Origin Realms being at the peak of Existence, only a surprisingly few fell to madness and despair. And that was because they believed in their Primordials, they believed in themselves, as they could feel their endless potential for growth flowing through their veins, and finally, they believed in the Grand Creator, Eos. His name and his image had spread all over the Origin Realms, and when mortals pray to a god, they call his name in their hearts; even the Primordials worshipped him. This war would be terrifying, but they knew no fear because as long as Eos was still alive, they would be able to survive anything. This was the unshakable faith every single individual inside the Origin Realms knew.