The Primordial Record
chapter-940

The transfer of information was successfully completed and Rowan took a while to discuss with the duo about random matters about their lives and their duties as guardians of this outpost, perhaps it was the wine but the two spoke easily with Rowan, telling him tales that had occurred countless trillions of years ago.

With the lives these two had lived, they could speak for a million years and their tales would not end, but it was a good thing that a higher-order language was a great tool to manage tasks like this, as Rowan heard millions of years of history in the span of a few hours.

The higher-order language of the Eldar was called the Orighin Language. With a history that Predated the Primordial Era. The Orighin Language had various levels, and although the guardian had reached a high level of understanding of the language, they admitted that they were still a long way from mastering the language.

They believed that Rowan had mastered Orighin to a more profound degree than both of them combined, because Rowan's words were delivering far more information than they should, and they marveled for a mortal of less than a thousand years of life to be able to master such an intricate language to this extent.

Rowan felt a bit of shame from their praises, his language comprehension was something that he was born with, and this accomplishment was not his own.

They soon both stood up to leave, but not before showing him a 'Master Portal,' inside their cabin that should be able to bring him to anywhere of his choice that this outpost was connected to, a game changer for Rowan because if he had followed the traditional method of portal travel, he would be sent to specific temples where his background and powers would be intensely scrutinized.

He waited for a while before bringing the two orbs to his eyes and closely observed them for a bit, he kept the orb brimming with immortal information to the side for layer viewing outside the gaze of the duo.

The immortal info orb was quite easy to differentiate because it resembled a ball of burning hot plasma. The mortal orb took the shape of a planet with a swirling view as if the time flow on the planet was a thousand times faster.

Rowan clutched the mortal orb in his hand and squeezed, a moment later the orb vanished and he remained in that position for nearly three days, seemingly absorbing the vast amount of data inside the mortal orb.

Of course, this was all for show, he had been able to absorb all the dense information inside the orb in about three seconds, but he was mindful of what a scene like that could appear to anyone else so he made sure to meditate for a few days before standing up and setting out. Idly scratching the itch in his neck in annoyance, knowing it was not a physical symptom but a mental one, perhaps if he left the outpost this irritating sensation would vanish.

With the information about the Land of Miracle in his head, Rowan now had a vast map that could cover several universes in his mind, this map included the location, culture, and millions of other affairs concerning the region. The guardians had not shortchanged him and the true picture of the Land of Miracle was beginning to unfold itself before his gaze and what he saw stunned him.

It would take a while for him to wrap his perception around all he had learned so he decided to head for the first location he had selected. It was one of the most isolated spots in the Land of Miracles and that would be the place he would ascend his Ouroboros bloodline and claim his class, after that Rowan intended to leave the Land of Miracles.

The persistent itch he was feeling was a warning sign that something was not right, and for him to feel assured, he would gain his class, leave, and upgrade his three bloodlines to the peak of the Supreme Circles, at that time his powers would be countless times more potent than before and then he could return.

Heading to the Master Portal which was a spot that was nothing but an oval gap in reality, Rowan paused and dropped two more jugs of his modified wine before bringing his hands up and speaking aloud, "The Kaelid Forest," he waited for another second as the void in reality swirled before it regained its previous calm, before he stepped through and he vanished.

A moment later, a large pair of hands appeared and seized the two jugs, faint muttering could be heard from space, "... wasteful descendant,"

Suddenly the entire outpost froze, even the guardians inside their Titans could not feel this change, because the authority over this Time-stop was greater than theirs, and although the Titans they rode could detect this time freeze, the authority of the wielder was greater than the guardians and so they were not alerted to this change.

"Why do you seek to violate the gift my son gives to a helper? I don't care about your sentiments Father, but you shall not dishonor him."

"I do not seek to dishonor him, dear daughter, I will be replacing this treasure with an equal one, ok, a better one, but first I would like to know what sort of a treasure this wine is. Boosting the power of the soul is a unique power that is difficult to achieve, but he easily uses resources that should be used to gain kingdoms and better it for mere information about paltry issues."

Elura snorted, "I am sure you know the reason he did such a thing, he did not just obtain information, he gained loyal allies, and if the time comes for the pitching of tents, I see no reason why the guardians of this outpost would not flock to his banner. Say the truth father, you just seek to taste it for yourself."

"Oh, Elura, your wisdom is sharp but brittle, be silent while I investigate this wine, a treasure like this should not be found in a mortal universe, I wish to find out the waters my grandson has touched."

Bringing the jug to his lips, he was about to let a single drop of the wine touch his tongue and then he suddenly recoiled as if it was poison. He looked at the bottle in surprise and fascination and tried to bring it to his lips once more and his hands jerked by themselves, preventing it from touching his lips.

Even Elura looked at her father's action in surprise and scrutinized the wine, "I can detect nothing harmful in it."

The old man grinned, "yes, and yet, my bloodline is screaming at me that this is a potent poison that can even affect me. Elura, are you sure you don't want to tell me about the true origins of this child, how could he acquire so much beyond the scope of our bloodline."

Elura smiled, "Are you thinking of backing out of our agreement father?"

The old man's eyes twitched in annoyance, and he did not reply, he looked towards the area where Rowan was headed and then his eyes widened in astonishment and he dragged Elura and vanished, a moment later Rowan returned.