The Primordial Record

Chapter 1141: Inheritance Ground



Anyone in the fifth-dimensional level could do what the Chaos Door could do and create multiple Avatars, placing them all across space-time, but that would lead to wastage of so much Aetherium Essence they would have to be transporting mountains of higher-level treasures to make it worth the cost, because, unlike Aether that could be easily regenerated or collected, Aetherium was rather difficult to grow and maintain.

It was unlike the Chaos Door whose Avatar that had all the advantages of being created by Aetherium was instead created by the power of his Chaos Bloodline and so the price he had to pay was substantially lesser than what others had to pay for such a thing.

In addition to this, Labaletai had the bloodline of Chaos, making him a Chaos Blood, this meant he could enter the third-dimensional universes present inside the Great Darkness without much hassle, a feat that was extremely difficult for even a fourth-dimensional entity, talkless a fifth.

There were great treasures in the third dimension, from their Isles of Rest to Universal Wills, to the birth of mortal creatures who were perfect vessels to transmit higher level bloodlines and so much more, and Labaletai's small wooden fingers could be found in many of those places.

All of these made the Chaos Door hold a unique position in reality. Not only did he become one of the richest fifth-dimensional entities to ever exist, but he was also one of the most well-known beings in all of Creation.

He was worshiped across countless universes and dimensions, praised as a being who brought knowledge and enlightenment to countless realities, and if it were not for the shackles of his bloodline, the Chaos Door could have become a far more powerful higher dimensional entity. It could be said that his bloodline brought him to his present height and it also gave his ambition a ceiling. No matter how much adoration or power he gained, his level was forever fixed, and despite the fact that he stood above countless multitudes, all he could see was the countless more on top of him, standing at a height he would never reach, until the end of everything. It was not a pleasant thought.

The Chaos Door could be found everywhere, in most universes and realms, his pale green door could be seen. In the depths of the ocean, on the top of a mountain, in the middle of a desert... all who sought to look for new realms beyond their own could reach almost every corner that the Chaos Door had touched, but for a hefty price.

His reach grew wider with every new realm or universe he was able to gain admission into. The Chaos Door was immortal and had been alive for many Minor Eras. When the blood of Chaos that escaped his eternal prison found the broken door, he was born, and with his talent, he had reached this point.

With his influence over a sizable portion of reality, the Chaos Door would have made a credible threat, but he had weak combat abilities, or perhaps what he had displayed to the rest of reality could be considered weak, and he had exhibited no willingness to use his vast reaches to further nothing but his pursuit of wealth.

A bloodline lock, especially those that came from a Primordial was impossible to be broken, and no one would think the Chaos Door could truly shake all of reality if he wanted, and so he was treated as an odd necessity, but not a credible threat.

However, Labaletai knew that what kept him truly safe was the impressive networks and alliances he had made all through the years. Due to the ease by which he could move people and services from one end of reality to another, Labaletai was able to make a lot of friends and brokered many powerful deals.

Labaletai had made a fortune that he kept hidden in a special realm and news of the incredible wealth of the Chaos Door was prevalent in certain circles, it was a full-day chore to balance his many enemies and the false backstabbing friends, it also helped that the true body of the Chaos Door had never been seen for many Minor Era, and it was nearly impossible to find the real him, at least, that was what he thought until Rowan had shown him how useless such a notion was before his terrible gaze.

Cursing under his breath yet still lured by the allure of great wealth, Labaletai was on the verge of teleporting his Avatar to Doom Star when reality began to shake.

Labaletai was inside the Inheritance Ground, a place where the Children of the Blood and Slaves of the Blood could coincide in peace, for in this place was the Last Testament of Chaos and the shattered remnant of his throne.

In this Inheritance Ground, the two factions of Chaos's bloodline could live in peace with each other, no one daring to break the rules of decorum in this sacred place. It was the reason why the vibrating space drew Labaletai's attention.

Hurriedly leaving his private space and emerging outside, he found that countless Chaos Bloods had emerged from their space with confusion in their gaze. Could there be anyone foolish enough to attack the Inheritance Ground of a Primordial?

Gasps of shock and amazement soon ran across the crowd when they discovered that the space under the shattered throne of Chaos began to vibrate.

The Throne of Chaos was made from stone and frozen blood, and it was cracked in the middle, a large part of its upper portion was sliced off, and it hovered in the air at the center of the Inheritance ground.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

It appeared simple from afar, but the aura it exuded was so powerful that anyone who came near it was condemned to instant death. It was the greatest source of confidence for the Chaos Blood, because in this Inheritance Ground, the power of the Throne of Chaos could be channeled in a limited manner, and this ensured that in this place, every Chaos Blood was safe, and except for the attack of a Primordial, this Inheritance Ground would never fall.

For as long as anyone could remember, there had never been a moment where anything could come as close to the Throne of Chaos without dying, yet they could see that the vibration was increasing with terrible intensity, and unexpectedly the space below the throne began to crack.

Cried of shock and horror swept through the ranks, as many of Chaos children fell on their knees, especially from the ranks of the Slaves of Chaos-This was the faction that refused to use the technique created by Caine, the firstborn of Chaos to remove the Intent of Chaos from their bodies.

They wished to be nothing but tools for the great Primordial Chaos and they considered it the greatest of evils to remove the Intent of their Primogenitor from their bodies. The rest of the Chaos Blood like Labaletai chose to remove the Intent of Chaos from their bodies to stop his mad ravings inside their Spirit and to finally end the great war that had gone on for many

years.

From the shattered space below the throne, a mighty hissing sound was heard, and then another and another until the hissing sound became so loud that it would have killed a lesser

immortal.

Then the head of a massive serpent emerged from the tear in space, and it was just the first.