1508 The Primordial Domains (3) From all Rowan could understand of Primordial Memory, he preferred to keep himself away from the limelight, but was that the case? With his present understanding of Primordials, he knew that these entities were not benign, and if he understood anything about the pure Evil that existed outside Reality, then he would never underestimate any single Primordial, they were here to plunder, and being quiet didn't necessarily mean docile. How much was Primordial Memory hiding and would he be able to tackle such a nondescript power? Rowan had no bloodline that was related to Primordial Memory nor did he possess any of his innate techniques, but that was an oversight that he aimed to soon correct. It was strange for Primordial Memory to keep his influence from reality, unlike Primordial Demon who was essentially barred from Reality, but if a fraction of what he knew about the Great Abyss was true, then Rowan could justify this action. Despite the conflicts between the dominant Primordial Domains in Reality, they could still coexist with one another, sharing resources and advancing their various agendas without causing too much disruption to the affairs of the other, however, the nature of the Great Abyss was to devour, it was the corruption taken beyond the absolute limit and allowing the Domain of Primordial Demon to remain unchecked on the higher realms was like placing a lump of bloody meat in front of a starving wolf and not expecting the animal not to consume it. Rowan could stand behind the thought of the Great Abyss being suppressed, there was too much chance for an unknown outcome if its gate were fully open. Looking at the last of the three Primordial Aura here which was the purple Aura belonging to Primordial Time, he considered that this was also special situation, and only with careful discernment was Rowan able to notice that the fate of Primordial Time was nearly the same as that of Primordial Soul. Throughout the higher realms, there was a faint purple Aura that could barely be sensed, and this should be the body of Primordial Time that had been scattered and shackled by Will Chains. He had watched this act being performed on Primordial Time and also saw him walk away, barely standing on his feet before he tried to merge with the concept of Evil brought from outside Reality, If Primordial Soul was imprisoned inside the Gate of Oblivion, then Primordial Time was imprisoned in the higher realms by every higher dimensional immortal in existence, because as new higher dimensional immortals were created, a new Will Chain would be born to bind Primordial Time further. Inside his Destroyer were billions of Will Chains and he had seen what he could do against Primordial Time when it was fully unleashed. No wonder this Primordial would love nothing more than to kill every single immortal in existence, for they were all his jailers, and unlike Primordial Chaos, Primordial Time had a different agenda that Rowan believed had diverged from what the rest of the Primordials were going for. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 These two siblings had suffered under the hands of the other Primordials, they had no domain or worshippers, suppressed and exploited, they had been made a mockery of their previous glory, so would it be possible for Rowan to drag them to his cause? This was a rather interesting stream of thought and one that should be considered further. There were no eternal enemies, only eternal interests, and Rowan knew the advantages of placing the right pieces in the best positions. With his great powers, he usually did not need to search for allies or those who shared the same interests as him, but things were changing and he needed to change accordingly, he was no longer the strongest or the wisest in this conflicts, and in many ways he was the weakest party here, and any advantages was essential. These thoughts would go nowhere without more information and so Rowan dismissed them out of his mind for the moment as he settled upon the next stage of his analysis. The table which was his map had shown him all the Primordial Domains, and now he could go more in-depth. The Domain of Primordial Memory was hidden, not existing in the higher realms or the lower realms but seemed to be somewhere in between. It could almost be thought of as non-existent but it was there, its yellow Aura proved its existence. On the surface, Rowan was unable to find anything on his map that would show the Domain of Primordial Memory except for the Yellow Aura, but he already had plans in place to change all of this. Not needing to make any gestures or speak any words, seven powerful arms made from complex arcane energies so powerful that the surrounding room thrummed with power appeared behind him. This was a spell he had been working on for months in real-time, while inside the accelerated time factor of his dimensional soul, it had almost been a million years, and they were one of the most complex Spell craftings that he had ever done. They were not yet complete, because he wanted to anchor them to his dimensional flesh for their true powers to shine, but for now, they would have to do. These arms stretched forward like serpents and began to make multiple complex gestures with nine nimble fingers over the map of reality, each motion leaving trails of light that would drive a seventh-dimensional immortal insane, and it was not long before the first of the connections he made sprang into place. One of the arms jerked as if it had seized something substantial, and in front of Rowan, the Yellow Aura of Primordial Memory that was insubstantial began to rapidly coalesce, and before long a seven-pointed deep yellow star appeared. The table shook and the air in the room grew heavier as an intense presence filled it. There were dull creaks around the room as if it was expanding, and Rowan stayed still because the Aura of this star had frozen him in place for a while before it finally settled, and he could move once more. What he was doing here was intensely dangerous, and this was a reminder of it, he was playing with Primordial forces and the chance that he could get burned by it was significant. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained!" Rowan reminded himself of these words as he braced for what he had just unearthed, and it turned out to be more substantial than he had expected.