The Primordial Record

Chapter 1158: Mountain Of Mourning



At Rowan's cryptic words, Shisu's glowing red eyes tightened, somehow knowing he was hearing great truths but not comprehending them, "What book? Where is this Doom Star? What are you talking about?"

Rowan folded his arms across his chest and tapped the side of his head as if in deep thought even as he observed one of the more powerful beings he had come across, he sighed in a somewhat pitying manner,

"Ahh, I see, I had forgotten that you are all mice trapped in a spinning wheel. It is hard for me to reconcile sometimes that such great power could be paired with a greater amount of ignorance. I guess, this is the price you have to pay for power in this realm. I wonder how many places in reality such a phenomenon occurs, perhaps it is unique to this realm alone, it has to be, else why would I allow myself to become trapped inside of it for so long."

"Do not speak in riddles," Shisu snapped the unrelenting hate and madness that he barely hid beneath the surface bubbling up, his fear and irritation driving his Will into a frenzy, "You should be the remnant of that alien entity that arrived a million years ago, or a part of the Time Blight, j don't care which, but I shall delight in your screams of pain when I feed..."

"Oh, I see what that is, turning to your Hate, but you have forgotten something here," Rowan chuckled, and his body turned into a beam of light that shot towards Shisu, "Your Hate has a new master now."

"Stay back!" the Ascendant roared as a reddish-black colored shockwave erupted from his body.

This move carried such devastating power that being close to the city would shred everything around in a thousand-mile radius to nothing, but upon encountering the red beam of light that Rowan had transformed into, the shockwave was absorbed in its entirety, and the speed of the red beam of light increased as a result, and it pierced into Shisu's forehead.

The Ascendant screamed, clutching his head and he suddenly went silent, his body dropped from the air like a rock, yet his crash at the ground stirred no dust.

Due to the speed Rowan and Shisu operated, everything that occurred here seemed instantaneous to an outside observer. In one moment the golden giants were charging at an insurmountable foe, whose appearance was slight, but the Aura he exuded felt as if they were charging at a slumbering supernova, and the next, he clutched his head with a scream and collapsed.

They were rightly confused but their attention was drawn to the body of the god-child who had stretched his hand and picked up his head, and was setting it back on his neck.

A cheer rang out among the Blood Blessed before they turned to the prone form of the Ascendant, not knowing what had caused his collapse but not willing to allow the opportunity for revenge slip from their fingers, they charged at him,

"Stop!" the god-child called out, his voice was so loud it traveled through their ranks of billions, "This is the work of our Creator, he defends us, we have proven our worth before his gaze and this is a test that he would never let us fall. He is not cold and distant, but he is here with us." his gaze was drawn to the Ascension Spear, seemingly realizing something.

His gaze was noticed by the rest and a stir went through the crowd, as an air of sheer disbelief thundered across their ranks, was it possible that all these while, their Primogenitor had always been with them?

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Lost appeared in a blaze of golden fire chuckled, and nodded at the golden giant, "Against all odds, we have succeeded, we have brought him the time he needs to complete his great tasks, now just sit back, relax, and watch the sparks fly kid, I promise, it will be hard for you to see the likes again. He does not know how to do things on a small scale."

Lost was startled when the golden giant suddenly dropped to his knees, and the earth trembled as billions of knees followed his direction, they bowed towards the Ascendant Spear and silence swept across the entire city, only broken by the sound of tears hitting the ground,

Lost scratched his head, "Oh, you know that he doesn't care for worship, he doesn't need to leech on his people like any of those lesser gods."

"I thought you would understand. This is not just about our worship, Lost Flames," the golden giant said, not looking away from the earth, "If you know and understand the history of our people, then you will realize that this act is not just necessary, it is for us, a privilege to be able to worship him."

Lost eyes widened, "When you put it that way..."

"You should now Lost Flames, else my people would no longer look favorably upon you." "You little rascal, I am his..."

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Rowan appeared inside the mental space of the Ascendant Shisu and found himself looking at a strange reflection in a stained glass window. It was of a youth, about fifteen years old, with extremely pale green skin and yellow hair, he looked at the edge of death, he was barely skin hanging onto the bone, and he understood that he was inside the body of a mortal Shisu, 9.6 million years ago, who despite his age was an Explorer at the Deific Rank.

A cold and sharp pain pierced through his chest, but Shisu hardly reacted, calmly bringing a white handkerchief to wipe the blood coming out from the side of his lips. He turned his head lazily to the left at the moment the door behind him opened up, and a man clad in heavy armor entered the room, which was a rather large library, holding thousands of books, Shisu loved to read, and if he was not in his labs, he would be here.

The man who entered should have been in his fifties due to the gray hair around his head, but his muscular figure had no hint of weakness on it, and he carried his heavy armor as if it were made from air. His deep but regal voice shook the room, this was a man of power,

"My Prince, your father summons you. The army has returned from the great campaign in the north, and a feast is to be held in their honor... and yours. Your presence is required."

Shisu replied, his voice the opposite of the soldier's own, weak and thready as if he was a talking ghost, "Do I need to attend this feast?" he smiled inside when he saw how the hair on the hand of the general stood up and he minutely flinched, but Shisu pretended not to notice this change, no one knew of his present power, his weak body masking that he was at the peak of the mortal's world.

"The feast is being held on the Mountain of Mourning, the entirety of the kingdom will be there, preparation has been ongoing for years now my prince, I know you must have missed it due to your... work, but such an event has never occurred before in the kingdom's history, and if I may be bold my prince, I believe you would regret missing it, even if you were not compelled by the majesty's order, which you are."

"If that is the case," Shisu slowly rose to his feet, "Who am I to refuse my father's summon."