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Chapter 665 Retrieving The Page

It was as if a red sea had appeared that covered this entire section of the Underverse, filling this area with a noxious stench that had a harsh smell of blood.

The first of his Consciousness followed the greatest purpose he came here for—the page of the Primordial Record.

A relatively small cluster of Blood Mort that was the collective size of a river plunged into the ground, their activities hidden by the vast array of insects filling this entire region, and their activities went unnoticed.

These insects barely penetrated past a hundred thousand feet of bones before they broke through into a cave that Rowan quickly discovered was the skull of a long-dead titan.

The river of Blood Mort quivered in satisfaction as the contender sigh from a billion mouths resounded at once.

Hovering in the air was the page of the Primordial Record.

It was wrapped in red slimy energy that resembled veins. This slimy energy moved around the page creating countless barbs that attempted to dig into the page, their presence served as both a barrier blocking the perception of anyone from reaching this place and suppressing the page of his Primordial Record.

He quickly realized that except for those with powerful Intents or Will, it would be nearly impossible to detect this page of the Primordial Record, this was perhaps the only advantage of this energy from his father that was wrapped around the Singularity.

This energy was not Intent but it was also not Will either, it was something different, like the distorted reflection of what an Intent or Will was supposed to be.

This was not strange now to him because he knew his father was just a Reflection, and even though he hated him, Rowan had to admit that he was certainly impressive when it came to the application and creation of power.

The damned bastard might have just managed to create something phenomenal using the limited resources available to him, after all, he doubted if a Reflection was supposed to be able to create Intent or even Will, but his father had found a way around that barrier.

Recognizing how difficult it was to create something seemingly out of nothing, Rowan did not deny the achievement of his father.

Time was of the essence and he did not waste long deliberating on the plans of his father, he dispersed the insects and appeared in his present form, a white line that appeared to be simultaneously as short as six feet in length and as long as trillions of miles in length.

The line simply plunged into the Page of the Primordial Record, destroying every single strand of energy wrapped around it. Rowan tried not to enjoy the screams of rage that erupted from the slimy energy as he crushed them all to ash.

\'Whatever you have created, I shall destroy.\'

A large burst of information slammed into his mind but they seemed distant, as if they were affecting someone else in the distance, this was a warning to Rowan that his time was getting short.

The page of the Primordial Record hung in the air and the white line penetrated the middle of the page, and for a short, while it seemed as though nothing was happening, it was then that the page began to vibrate, and similar to the way Rowan body had compressed out of Reality, the page began to fold into itself and was swallowed by the white light.

While this process was ongoing Rowan\'s other two objectives were moving forward. With his short battle with the Archmages, Rowan had discovered a few things, the most important of those was that Archmages especially those in higher stages were ridiculously difficult to kill.

The Proto Source weapon he had used on them was so powerful that if he had swung it against the Cerulean Gods, including Tenma, it would not have mattered where they hid their Divine Kingdoms, the energy from that single slash would infiltrate it and consume their Divine Kingdoms including their God Spark and reduce them to dust.

Every Archmage here, including Oshim and Zyatt that he grievously injured had escaped death and he could no longer access their past, it would seem as if they had vanished from reality, and the only sign of their presence was the leaking energy from their Towers.

Rowan had been able to follow that energy of the Scythe as he had slashed down, and he discovered that when it bypassed the physical barriers of the Archmage\'s flesh and was questing for their Tower\'s real location which should most likely contained the essence of the Archmages, the energy simply vanished.

Rowan knew the most likely reason for that was simple. The Towers of an Archmage were situated inside their Supreme World.

Similar to the universe barrier blocking any outer universal energy from entering it, a Supreme World would most likely protect its inhabitants, especially powerful residents like the Archmages.

The battle was intense but he did not truly make any significant difference in the long run. The Tyranny of a Supreme World was now truly revealed to him.

If he did not have a method to tear through the defenses of a Supreme World, then battling foes like Archmages or Demon Princes was useless.

But then a thought occurred to Rowan that made him frown.

The gods of Trion had been battling against the forces of the Supreme World of Mages and the Demons from the Great Abyss, and this battle had been going on for more than a million years.

How was it possible that they had not just been able to fight for so long, but they had succeeded in killing a Demon Prince and also an Archmage despite the protection offered by a Supreme World?