The Primordial Record

Vraegar was leaving the Great Labyrinth, and he was not the only one. In fact, he was not the first. All across Reality, and most surprisingly, in the Primordial Domains, a mass migration had begun.

And all of this happened because of the influx of Primordial Essence into Reality.

When the vortex that was funneling Primordial Essence into Reality was unveiled, most of them were situated inside the Great Darkness, and some lucky dimensions had several of these vortexes close to their region; however, inside the Primordial Domains, there were hardly any vortexes to be found.

For example, in the Great Labryinth, there were only three vortexes, and it did not take long for them to collapse under the weight of the Primordial Domain.

From the beginning of the Supreme Era, there were only a select number of places where true power could be found and cultivated, and those were inside the Primordial Domains.

All of existence had to bow down to the power of the Primordial Domain and give tribute for the chance to be given essential resources for cultivation, and the members of the Primordial Domains had ensured that a firm foot was placed on the necks of all of existence.

After the end of the Primordial Era, the notion that there could be a separate power outside the Primordial Domains that could have a power that could overshadow them was considered to be nonsensical.

All of the power and the most Supreme bloodlines were to be found in the Primordial Domains, and if not for the lack of special resources that could only be found in certain corners of Reality or produced by many of the unique dimensions in Reality, there would not be any reason to consider anywhere else as equal to the Primordial Domain.

When the vortex appeared in Reality that could spew out a seemingly endless amount of Primordial Essence, the balance of power across Reality changed so quickly that it was almost comical.

In the beginning, members of the Primordial Domains did not fully adapt to the changes sweeping Reality, comfortable in their omnipotence, some of them had even believed that the changes sweeping through existence were not real and were a test given by the Primordials to test their faith.

In the first year, there were those who were persecuted and killed for daring to believe that a power had arisen whose influence could be greater than all the Primordial Domain combined.

Vraegar considered those first few years, when the Primordial Domain dithered in indecision and prided itself on its omnipotence, to be the crucial turning point for all of Reality.

If there had been a firm grasp on Reality concerning these new changes, with policies laid down to either control or destroy the vortexes, then what happened next would have been a dream of a madman; instead, that dream had become a fact.

The fact was that power had begun to shift from the Primordial Domains into the rest of Reality, and it happened so quickly that Vraegar suspected that even if the Primordial Domains had acted, these changes would only be delayed and could no longer be stopped.

The effects of Primordial Aether did not just affect a singular facet of Reality, but all of it. From the smallest atom to the largest star, Primordial Essence changed everything, and it was the reason Vraegar knew that the changes across Reality could not be stopped.

The fundamental forces of Reality were changing, becoming more primal. In mortal worlds, there was the birth of perpetual motion machines, thermodynamics and gravity were altered, some responding to the wishes of those around them, some becoming sentient

Life and death changed as endless vitality suffused Reality, and it was not strange that the stage of conception to delivery for a mortal that took a year was shifted down to a few days, even hours!

Some species that could only give birth to a single offspring found themselves giving birth to dozens with no ill effect on their new and powerful bodies, which were always growing stronger.

Progress in all fields of science and magic exploded as a thousand wars were started and ended at every passing moment. All of these changes were the tip of the iceberg, as Reality was far too massive to chronicle all the transformations happening around it. Vraegar knew that even if he spent a million years looking for the answers, he would only be finding a fraction of them.

His father had played his hand, and it was glorious and terrible.

When the inhabitants of the Primordial Domain began to realize that something was terribly wrong, it was already too late. The changes that were happening had long crossed the threshold where they could be stopped or even slowed.

Every day that passed, the concentration of Primordial Essence in Reality thickened, and whatever semblance of normality was thrown to the side as Reality shuddered into a new dawn.

Everything was changing so fast, there was even a New Light, and her cry that rippled across creation almost made the dragon weep because he could hear the fading echo of Lost and Eva inside of it. Everyone else was making sacrifices and changing Reality, but Vraeagar seemed to have been left alone.

His father had not given him any more instructions than to become a Labyrinth Specter and slowly cultivate. It was challenging to live a life of luxury, although Vraegar made sure that no one else who observed him would think that was the case.

He supported the fundamentalists who refused to acknowledge the change in Reality, and so his cultivation was extremely slow these last eighty years when the scales of power were beginning to fly off the leash.

Previously, there were rumors of certain species across Reality being born at the fourth-dimensional level, which was once thought impossible but soon verified when it became a norm among the more powerful species.

Vraegar becoming an Old One at this time was considered extremely slow in the grand scheme of things, but his impressive abilities had ensured that even at the seventh-dimensional level, no Old One was his match.

Vraegar's eyes, which were closed, slowly opened when he detected that he had reached his destination. This was the place his heart wanted to take his Tribulation.

"Stop the carriage, I will become an Old One here."

The treasure golem looked outside the carriage, failing to see what was special about this place.