The Primordial Record

All of reality seemed to shake as the pillar of ice appeared to be holding the heavens as both of its ends extended for millions of miles into deep space with no end in sight.

This might seem to be challenging the pillar of blood standing behind the Narghal Tyrant.

Even Rowan was a bit shocked at the power of his Primordial Sea of Darkness, he had only spat out a small fraction of it, and already it was breaking the rules of reality, for if this pillar was not destroyed there was already a possibility that it would continue extending for another billion miles, the energy inside it seemingly infinite.

This sort of power was faintly exceeding that of a god or an Archmage.

Rowan pushed himself away from the Tribulation Ring, pushing himself away from the relentless force of 'Decay' his eyes peering through the ice where the Narghal Tyrant's body was slowly pushing his way through his primordial Sea of Darkness!

This being was very tough and also very powerful, what a dreadful combination.

Rowan understood the strength of this Black Ice, even Dao Ma would not be able to move a single inch encased in a fraction of what he used on this creature!

A piercing red light was beginning to shine from the eyes of the Narghal Tyrant as the ice made a subtle creaking sound, he would be breaking out soon., but it would still take a while.

It was because Rowan's perception was so acute that he could even detect that the Narghal Tyrant was moving, and if he maintained that speed, it might even take him centuries to escape from its confinement.

Rowan settled down as he was quickly analyzing the skirmish that had transpired.

This Narghal Tyrant was not a god, or an Archmage, in fact, Rowan could detect no trace of Aether in any of the moves he had made and everything he was doing was just using pure strength, but was that all to this picture? Rowan thought not, there was something he was missing.

Rowan's body suddenly flared golden and he vanished from his position, Just barely a fraction of a moment after he vanished the space he had occupied shattered into pieces, as a massive hatchet made from bones tore through that area.

Rowan reappeared a few thousand feet away and looked solemnly at the body of the Narghal Tyrant that was building himself from the leg up from billions of red squirming maggots. Four massive hatchet waved through the air held my large strands of red maggots, the body encased in the Black Ice slowly collapsed into nothing.

That red light in the Narghal Tyrant's eyes was not just light, it was Intent!

This was what he had been missing! The strength of the Narghal Tyrant did not come from his muscles or blood, it all came from Intent, but it was not Intent that was directed towards the world, this was all focused on one's body.

This novel way of utilizing Intent was interesting, and it would surely require a special kind of physique to pull it off, or was it the benefits of having your Technique at the Origin Stage?

Rowan did not think so, as outlined in the information he gained from the Ancient Library, Intent even at the Origin Stage could not transform the body to this state.

This must be a unique physique granted by the universe to the one who created a Technique that could reach the Origin Stage.

"You do not fight like a Berserker," the Narghal Tyrant said, his body had finished reforming but Rowan noticed that portion of his body would freeze and break apart only to be replaced by squirming red maggots which replaced the damaged parts.

He may have escaped from his prison of ice but the Narghal Tyrant had been damaged to an extent, and Rowan was very pleased by this result, as the first time he was employing this power, the results did not disappoint him.

"Of course, I don't fight like a Berserker, I'm not one, I am just here to harvest its strength," Rowan replied, his piercing golden eyes looked at the Narghal Tyrant and he smiled, "I am more."

"Then you will not win." the Narghal Tyrant growled and charged, his speed almost teleportation, but Rowan flared Eruption, channeling all that power into his Agility, and the world grounded to a halt, as time seemed to cease functioning.

He could now barely the snarling Narghal Tyrant approaching him, the effect of Rowan's previous attack still apparent because it was not moving at its previous impossible speeds, although its velocity had been delayed by just a fraction, at their levels of power it was enough to tip the balance of the scales of battle to Rowan's favor.

Inside his head, Rowan recited, 'The time to hold back is behind you, fight with your true strength, you are a Nascent Primordial, you are meant to stand at the pinnacle of all creation!"

His void heart stilled, and a peacefulness surged through his consciousness and he almost felt like singing.

He waited until he could smell the musk from the Narghal Tyrant, and peer into his eyes filled with battle lust. The four blades made from Intent nearly touched his body and then Rowan smiled.

The universe stopped.

From every single pore on his body, he unleashed darkness. The Darkness of his Territory. The Primordial Sea.

To understand what happened next, a spectator would have to be a million miles away from the Tribulation Ring, no… ten million miles.

Space was vast and from this distance even though the Tribulation Ring shone as bright as a star, it could barely be noticed from this point. A reverberation that resembled a shockwave erupted from the position of battle where a Nascent primordial and a Narghal Tyrant crossed arms.

A wave of coldness swept past this place that was ten million miles away from that battle traveling farther into space, a eave that froze everything, even reality itself, and space seemed to have turned into a mirror.

Then a world made of black ice instantly appeared, more than a million miles in diameter, a world that was as large as a star in the heavens, and shining with such a profound darkness that made all of reality freeze, and then for untold millions of miles around reality broke like glass.

This was a true Apocalypse.