The Primordial Record - Chapter 1348

Chapter 1348 Witness His Glory (9)

'The journey to the peak of existence was a road that was without end, why else do Primordials still strive? There is always something... Something more on the horizon, and the pursuit of power is an endless journey, that is what I crave.'

Unlike the other Reflections who had no knowledge about their main body, the eighth Reflection knew about him, and at the moment of his creation, he had glimpsed a bit of his creator's spirit, and he had held on to them.

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The Reflection becoming a Demon Duke was also not the only good news as he was also able to enter deeper into the Sirens, passing the layer of the skin and entering the muscles. @@novelbin@@

This was significant, displaying that his merger with the realm was becoming deeper, his dimensional senses were merging with the realm with incredible ease, and it was only a matter of time before he fully possessed the Sirens.

The Reflection suddenly went still before he brought up his front paws and held his head in a very animated display of anguish, that in the body of a large fox was almost comical, the screams of Tenebris had increased in intensity, and of the many jumbles of words they were pushing into his consciousness, one of them was more prevalent,

"Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?!..........."

These words that were once whispers slammed into his mind with the force of an exploding sun, and the Demon fox could only whimper in anguish. To assimilate the power of a Demon quickly enough, he had to separate a lot of qualities that made him more resilient to mental corruption, knowing the risk he still went ahead because he had sacrificed more time than he thought in order to find a method to assimilate a Demon Lord's Essence, and he could not trust that the World Stele would enter this realm long before the time that it had previously stated that it did.

According to the World Stele, it found this realm several billions of trillions of years in the future, which was essentially many Minor Eras from now, and the Reflection should be calmly proceeding with his plans, but the Reflection didn't trust those words, as it was very easy for the World Stele to disguise its tampering of Doom Star.

He did not want to be caught pants down in the act of merging with the realm, so he was pushing ahead with no safety guardrails, and although he would have still faced this same challenge if he proceeded more slowly, he would have been better prepared to handle them, but now he had no option but to manage his condition.

'Not the power... it is the pursuit that I crave.'

Two massive green eyes shone from the cloud of darkness that was now hundreds of miles in circumference and reaching nearly ten miles into the sky, the ascension to a Demon Prince was on its way to completion but the light in those eyes was stubborn, and instead of completing this promotion, he instead drew upon more Essence of Tenebris, and this time he did not take a thousand, but hundreds of thousands, and among their number were fully realized essence of Tenebris that numbered in the hundreds.

The reason he decided to follow such a dangerous road was two-fold. The first was that the Reflection was in a strange state where his demon promotion was not fully set, and its evolution need not be brought to completion.

Instead of going through the motion of anticipating the next round of torture that was going to erupt when he proceeded to devour more of the Tenebris Essence, he would rather continue forging himself inside this crucible of pain and madness to reach the highest levels possible.

In other words, he was not going to stop until he reached the pinnacle.

And then there was the spark that had been born inside of him.

He did not understand what it was at first, but somewhere inside that endless madness where he could no longer hear his thoughts and forgot who he was, the core of his being that had decided that it would never give up despite the challenges he would face began to gather.

Like metal being repeatedly tempered, that mindless part of himself that did not need conscious thought to operate, that part of his spirit that was the essence of who he was, pure and unfiltered, drawn out by pain and madness beyond comprehension began to take shape.

Even without the Primordial Record, the Reflection knew what that spark was, and it was Will. A Will all of his own, born from an unyielding spirit.

A Will that was integral to who he was in a manner that could only be discovered by taking himself to a limit where he had no option but to push on, he could not scheme or fight his way out of this malady, he only needed to endure and press on, until something emerge from that crucible, he would either break or rise.

It was the reason he drew upon more of the essence of the Demon Lord, not just to fuel his evolution, but to temper the embers of his Will.