The Primordial Record

The child muttered to himself, 'Why am I feeling sleepy? I have barely been awake for three months and I am already getting tired.'

He looked up and saw the face of countless people staring at him in expectation, as they waited for him to speak, irritated he suddenly screamed,

"Why are you looking at this solution in absolute terms? Yes, I know that compared to me you guys are ridiculously weak, but could you not think of other uses for your weakness, like say, instead of fighting against the control of others in your creation, why don't you institute a firm rule that marks everyone who creates life? That should be simple for you all, right? Or is that too much?"

He pointed out fiercely, "If someone, let's call them watchers, is assigned over a part of the valley and is charged to keep a firm image in mind that anyone who uses a forbidden creation is painted with red color on their skin to show their misdemeanor to everyone, such a thing would not require much will power, and if someone wants to fight against that overall programming, the watcher would also be alerted, thereby creating a perfect system that can only be broken by a corrupted watcher. Simple but effective, but you dullards could not even think of such an easy solution."

The mother of the child pulled weakly at the robes of the child, her face pale with worry, her son was still an infant, he might be fiercely intelligent but he lacked wisdom, she softly spoke to him,

"Child, you should not talk to the Elders in this manner, they are handling so many issues in our society and they need as many helping hands as possible, there is no reason to berate them for any oversight. I am sure in time that such a motion would have been implemented. Our society is young, and innovation will come at its own pace. We are safe here."

The boy suddenly deflated and inside a dark thought crossed his mind as the strange voices he heard in his dreams returned,

'Peace was never meant to last.'

It was a voice that had haunted him from the moment of his birth, teasing him about truths that were covered under heavy shades of dreams, and somehow he knew if he made it to the top of the Ascension Spear, he would find the owner of that voice in his dreams.

"Of course Mother, I was a bit too excited, I hope I did not make you worry much, I will handle everything from here in a much more civil manner, don't you worry about that dear Mother," Saying this he eyed his father and continued speaking to his mother, "You know, this sort of high-stakes meeting is not good for your heart, you know you need to become a golden giant by next month. Father, can you take Mother to the house? The cultivation of the two of you cannot be delayed by my matter. Follow the instructions I gave you properly, and I will be coming to check your progress. Both of you have twin Natal Treasures, it would be a waste not to take advantage of its increased effect on cultivation."

With every word from the mouth of the boy, the faces of both of his parents became more crestfallen.

Blood Blessed by their nature loved the growth of their power, and refining their bloodline was an enjoyable activity for most of them. The only reason they should be this downcasted was that their training regimen must be so strict that it was able to bring them to the edge of despair.

The only reason they could not protest against the child was simple: whatever task he had set out for them, he made sure that he imposed a much harsher one on himself. How could they complain when their child of barely three months old was doing ten times more work than they, his parents?

As they turned around to leave the man supporting his wife turned to their child and hesitated before speaking,

"Can you not call us father and mother every time, we have names you know."

The boy sniffed, "I told you, I will call you by your names when both of you together are able to survive one move from me." he stretched out his left hand and waved his tiny pinkie, "I told you I will be using only my pinkie, how many concessions will you like me to make?"

The father scratched his head and said, "I think just one."

"What," the child snapped,

"Well, what does concession mean?"

The child was dumbstruck, looking at his beautiful mother and then back at his father, before looking at the physique of his old man and then muttered, "Oh... granted, now go and cultivate, you are wasting time."

Old Father Jinuh looked at the flustered child and smiled, "Kid, you have a lovely family."

The eyes of the child narrowed and then he simply resumed speaking as if he had not been interrupted by his parents for a while now,

"You see why this method of creating watchers is effective. It cuts out the difficulty of challenging someone else over creation and just allows you to hover your perception above the area that was allocated to you."

Old Father Jinuh stroked his long beard in thought, "You know, none of the creation development group had yet figured out that you could spread your will over a large area. Just this fact alone would go a long way to alleviate the stress of understanding what is happening in the valley. You have made a solid contribution Kid."

"You don't need to tell me something I already know," the child sniffed, "That is just the first item on the agenda, I have about seven other details I want to share with you, but I am getting sleepy, I should at least share another two before I go take my nap," he brought a chubby hand to his mouth and yawned.

The collective 'Awwnnn' from untold millions of people made his eyes snap open in anger and shock.

R

The event happened a year and seven months ago, and now the child was two years old and he was aiming to reach halfway in the climb of the Ascension Spear before he rested, knowing in another year he would reach the top and find his answers.

Reaching the fifth point in his star, he had gained the ability of flight, and at first, he wanted to easily reach the top using this manner, but a grave sense of danger had assaulted his

Senses.

His instinct allowed him to know that it was not the Ascension Spear that would attack him when he used this method, instead, it was that his mind would not be able to absorb the information he would be gaining at once if he flew directly to the top.

Climbing the Ascension Spear was incredibly painful, but he knew that it effectively stretched out his soul power and his bloodline, purifying it like a metal under a skilled blacksmith. Every step made his soul stronger and he aimed to complete his entire star by this time next year and see what new things lay above that horizon.

The child suddenly frowned when a few feet above him, a white flame unexpectedly appeared.

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