The Primordial Record

Chapter 1152: Dawn (5)



Hours after hours went by and the golden flames grew, the light it emitted clashing against the vast backdrop of red as destruction came ever closer.

At this time more than half of the Blood Blessed had collapsed, every single strand of power drained from their bodies, their minds were blank, every single mental energy spent, and if not for the superiority of their physique, the damage done to their mental space and bodies would have disabled them for life.

Anyone who looked at them would think they were simply dead bodies because their heartbeat was silent, there was not even enough energy in their bodies to maintain such a basic function. With the strength of their physique, even in this state, it would take many millennia before any adverse effect began to take root in their bodies.

Those who remained active despite the immense drain of building the golden flames were the ones who could thrive under pressure and had least made breakthroughs to a higher level under the strain of refining the golden flames and staying under the light of the red sun which was constantly screaming hate and madness into their psyche.

After lighting up the third star point in their heart, it gave the Blood Blessed the ability to summon their Natal Treasure, which enhanced their overall power, adaptability, and control over all aspects of their bodies and abilities.

Something amazing had occurred in the last few hours because every Blood Blessed here still pushing forward had undergone immense suffering under this trial by fire and the weakest had lit up three-star points.

This meant more than one billion of them had crossed this threshold of power, where a few hours back barely less than a fraction of a percent of their population had reached this mark, which was actually the god-child, even the closest Young Po was at the cusp and had not crossed this boundary.

Such rapid progress was tremendous, and none of them here had the words to describe it. They would have been going crazy with celebration but there was only a single thought in their mind, and that was refining the golden flame, most of them were not even fully aware of the great strides they had been making in the last few hours, only feeling glad that the burden of refining the flames seemed to get a bit manageable even when they thought their limits had been reached.

The impending catastrophe was not the only reason for these great changes in their bodies, but the act of refining the golden flames, which were supposed to be something they should be delving into at the end of their golden giant pathway, contributed to this unreasonable growth rather immensely.

There was great power in their bloodline, Rowan himself having what could be considered an infinite amount of Essence, so much so that all his children connected with him could tap into this unfathomable fountain of Essence, but the only condition was that they could connect and understand their powers well enough to do so.

As a dimension, Rowan was a fountain of unlimited power, and every drop of his blood was a part of his dimension, although they were taking different forms, it did not break the connection with his power.

For the Blood Blessed, refining this golden flame inside their bloodline had never been considered before because none of them knew that it could bring about such great benefits, perhaps in the future it was inevitable that one person would have experimented with this ability, thereby unleashing a new understanding of their precious bloodline, but that timeline had been pushed forward and in a few short hours the power levels of the Blood Blessed had shot up dramatically.

However, this trial they were undergoing was nothing simple, and even those that had activated three-star points began to fall, their Natal Treasures going dormant after excavating every shred of power they could process and contain. Of the three billion people who began this journey, there were barely half a billion left at this point.

Every single second that passed they were dropping like flies, hundreds of thousands at a time, yet they never failed to pass on their nurtured flame to the one beside them, and gradually, on each of the hundred platforms, a single massive flame was arising.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

This also heralded the first of the Blood Blessed to reach their fourth star point, an honor given to Young Po. His growth had always been fast and steady, and if not for the presence of the god-child, he would be the greatest in cultivation talent among the Blood Blessed.

His Ascension served as a lead to others, springing them on to push further into themselves and as many were falling many were also rising as a host of Blood Blessed followed him in his Ascension.

Many more fell behind, their potential exhausted, and for the Blood Blessed that could push to the Fourth point in their star in such a short time were those with at least two Natal Treasure, and among those people were the parents of the god-child. Although an extremely talented pair of individuals, their light had been covered by their son's.

In this fight against destruction, they had an extra motivation for working so hard, it was the simple act of a parent striving to protect their child. They were not able to follow him out of the city at first, and now there was no way they would allow him out of their sight. What sort of parents would that make them?

Even if their son was a sort of divine being, they were still his parents, and they would stand in front of him and shield him from any enemies with their bodies.

Knowing the incredible risk their two-year-old son was going through filled them both with pride and fear. They had long given up hope to ever control him or even teach him, the child picked up everything too fast, learning lessons before it even occurred to them to give it.

What they wanted was to protect him, no matter how much it took from them. Holding hands they kept pushing forward, the flames in front of them growing larger and the sounds of bodies dropping beside them getting louder.

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The end came as expected, and no one shirked away from it. The red sun, as it was spreading out, was also expanding. By the time it was a few miles away from the city, its circumference was greater than a hundred million miles, and before it, the entire city was as small as a grain of sand.

For such an incredibly massive explosion, it caused no shockwaves because it was not pushing any air ahead of itself, it was instead consuming everything, and this caused this explosion to be relatively silent, at least that was what it seemed like until it neared the city and then the sounds of the explosion began to make its way to them.

It sounded like a weird mixture of screaming and laughter, pain and enjoyment, hate and happiness.

It was as if this red sun reveled in its destructive power, but still hated its nature. Like its creator, this red sun was a perversion of everything natural, and because of the height of its maker, it was alive and fully aware.