The Primordial Record
chapter-577

577 Eyes Like The Rising Sun

The destruction of the galaxy continued unchecked and the faces of the gods went pale, these monsters that Tenma had unleashed were strange and diabolical, as everything they touched fell to rot and decay.

In addition to that they had great strength and the wave of energy emanating from their bodies was not Divine in nature, but something… darker.

Shario swore, her eyes wide open in desperation and horror as the scripts just changed, "What do you mean their prize, we are the ones being hunted! We have paid with our lives and no one here is…"

She was interrupted when the Archangels suddenly disappeared in pursuit of the tens of thousands of summoned monsters that Tenma had sent against the galaxy, clearly that battle held far more significance to them than butchering the gods here.

Shario went pale, and the feeling of being an ant caught between the games between two giants enveloped her Spirit, everything they had been fighting for now seemed a bit meaningless.

Tenma was experienced after living a long life and he had discovered a pattern to this madness that had suddenly befallen their civilization.

The first god to perish was Dao Ma, who lived towards the edge of the galaxy, and then there was no other movement from their enemies. He suspected that it was not because they could not push further, but because they had other agendas.

The next god who perished was Murrihm, and that was because he was sent to investigate what happened to the missing god Dao Ma and to ascertain why few of the Minor Worlds towards the edges of the galaxy had gone silent.

That second part of his mission was critical because Tenma thought that if Murrihm had not gone to investigate what had happened, then their enemies would continue lying low and would not rashly attack. After all, their true goal was not the death of the gods but something else, they wanted their worlds!

Tenma had arrived at the correct conclusion for greater than Rowan's need to collect Soul Energy at this time was the greater urgency to evolve and grow his bloodlines, and not just grow his bloodline, Rowan's goals were far more ambitious, he was going to be pushing for two or more Primordial Bloodlines.

Rowan was sure there were stupendous restrictions in acquiring a Primordial Bloodline, but with his Singularity, he only needed to push his bloodline potential to their limits while ensuring that the energies they contained were as pure as possible, his Primordial Record would take care of the rest.

This condition to upgrade a bloodline would drive the rest of the multiverse insane with greed and desire if they understood that great power could come at such minimal costs.

Minimal cost only related to powers at Rowan's level. He did not forget that his quest for power had killed an unfathomable amount of mortals in such a short period.

He was still at the first Supreme Circle with his Ouroboros Bloodline and normally he needed just to seed 10 worlds in order to upgrade to the second Supreme Circle, a daunting task for most, but Rowan wanted more, he aimed for 3,000 Minor Worlds as his foundation… at the least.

Tenma Darkness that he spread all over the galaxy gave him a pale understanding of everything happening in this vast area, and he was able to glimpse a part of Rowan's new worlds.

Rowan's Primordial Worlds were a shocking sight and the Aura emanating from them drove away any attempt for closer investigation from him.

During Tenma's long years, he had heard of a certain ability to corrupt and control worlds, but this power was closer to a myth and from what he understood, usually, this happens to maybe one or two worlds, not hundreds! Also, he thought this process took at minimum centuries, not a few short months.

Whatever was happening here was bigger than the gods, and Tenma did not know if they were fighting against a single Demon Prince or the entire Great Abyss. Only powers at this level could orchestrate something like this.

All he comprehended from his short investigation was that they could not win, only a minor portion of this Great Abyss or some other fell powers from outside the universe could crush them completely.

Tenma was also aware that word of what happened here would not be allowed to spread far, the Cerulean Gods would be hunted to the last. Supreme powers such as these were clearly forbidden from interfering with the fledgling powers inside the universe, and if the word were to get out, it would lead to drastic repercussions.

Tenma knew the perpetrators would not allow this to happen. If this were to be the case, then he would make them fail in whatever tasks they wanted to accomplish it at least make their victory sour.

Tenma whispered, his voice filled with sorrow and growing rage, "I can do this at least for you… my son."

His lust for the powers held by the weapons he once craved was placed behind him, as the true scope of this battle dawned on him.

When the monster wearing the face of Rowan Kuranes was dragged outside of the universe by powers that nearly destroyed half of his Divine Kingdom, Tenma truly understood he was dealing with Supreme Powers that transcended the universe.

His lust for power quickly disappeared as a fight for survival took the forefront, but with every passing moment, he began to understand that survival might be a far-off dream, but what was left was simply to make their defeat a costly one.

"This battle is not about us," Tenma called out to the gods, "We are just the unlucky ones in the way."

"Hhhaaaa…."

A deep groaning voice resounded in the universe, shocking the gods and they looked around confused.

"Don't sell yourself short."

A voice like thunder rumbled and the darkness parted overhead as two golden suns appeared above the gods.

Not suns… Eyes!

"You all are very much a part of my plan."

A gigantic platform appeared below the gods that turned out not to be a platform but a palm, and a suction force that crushed all of reality pulled the gods to the surface of that palm, dragging them to their knees.

Except for Tenma who screamed with rage and maintained his position in the sky, every god here had been locked in place.

"I was waiting for you!" Tenma screamed and the gates to his Divine Kingdom cracked open, this happened so violently that Tenma's Divine gates were crushed as the god screamed in pain and a third of his body withered revealing his decaying bones beneath.

From the destroyed gate a familiar demonic presence walked out, shrouded by darkness and purple flames.

"Hello, brother," it said.