The Primordial Record-Novel

The first of those opportunities was before him now, an opportunity that would redefine his path moving forward as his nwould becknown to the entirety of creation, one way or another he was about to walk towards the highest of stages.

Andar would be displaying his mastery of every discipline of the Magus World right in front of millions of audiences all Mages of renown and also in front of Archmages from all the Towers.

He was barely three decades old and already possessed the mastery of subjects that would take endless lifetimes for a single mage to gain mastery in just one of them because knowledge like this was not attained by how much tyou spent studying for it, but purely depended on your talents and something much deeper, the soul.

Not everyone's soul would be capable of holding the mysteries of creation, which was ultimately the path that Magus's discipline led to. Complete mastery of any one of them would reveal the truth of creation.

To beca Master in one discipline would place you at the Mithril Rank, and if you were lucky, after countless years and back-breaking experiments that would most likely lead to failure you might claw your way towards becoming a Grandmaster.

A feat that even Archmages found hard to replicate because according to the hidden knowledge that even Andar did not have access to, becoming a Grandmaster in any discipline would mean you would be able to barely touch a higher dimension.

It would make it infinitely easier for a Grandmaster to reach that dimension and beca Tower Master. Not all Grandmasters of their Discipline could becTower Masters, but it raised the chance.

His masters believed that with Andar's talents, it was inevitable for him to beca Grandmaster in at least one of these disciplines, and if he could beca Grandmaster of all of them, a feat that seemed more likely to happen with every accomplishment that Andar continually made, then the chance for him to beca Tower Master would increase more than six folds.

These were the reasons why all masters from all over the universe and beyond had found their way to this place to watch the beginning of a legend.

This was to prove his ability, for him to be able to master all these disciplines in such a short time. After all, the last Tower Master was born many Eras ago, and from the beginning of the Magus civilization, there had only ever been six Tower Masters.

Andar took one last look at himself in the mirror and made a small gesture with his left index finger. His body glowed as it repelled all the moisture left on his skin and clothes settled over his body, from shoes, pants, jackets, and flamboyant cape.

He hated the cape, but it was a necessary part of his attire as a prospective Mithril Rank master.

If he failed this test, he would be stripped of the cape and if he succeeded, he would becthe first Mage to have all seven of these disciplines branded on his cape.

When Andar beca Mage, his Spirit Body had evolved once more, giving him greater control over his Aether and massively increasing the amount of Aether he could store and generate at the stime.

It was difficult for even him to understand the limits of his abilities, and this change had reflected itself in his companion beast, the Cloud Whale, who was currently at Rank 4 and rapidly heading to Rank 5.

The reason he could enjoy such pleasant showers without any barrier of Aether blocking the water from reaching him was that he could shut off his body's natural response to the outside stimulus, which naturally happened by thickening the Aether around his body that would then produce a sort of force field around his body.

This talent was similar to those of Rowan, whose force field was generated by his Telekinesis talent, and Andar's own was generated by the insane amount of Aether and the Empyrean shell of the evolved Ouroboros that Rowan had inscribed into his DNA creating a unique barrier over his body.

As a Mage, his control of power had becfine, and now he was able to manipulate this part of his talents that had made it previously impossible for him to becan Acolyte.

His Spirit had expanded, becoming stronger, stunning all his teachers, but Andar knew it was due to the last lessons taught by Rowan on how to recreate his body inside his Spirit Matrix using just his Spiritual power.

This exercise was difficult and up until now, Andar could only create a vague amorphous form that barely resembled humans, yet this alone had helped his Spirit to grow faster, increased its sensitivity and his control over it, and enhanced his perception.

He reached the limits of an Acolyte with the Endless Vault Meditation Art with 396 Engraving Tiles unlocked. This number had reached 450 in less than a year since he had becan Archmage, and he was already a peak Rank 1 Mage.

Already with his qualifications, he could easily beca Rank 4 Mage if he had enough vitality, but he wanted to make sure he would explore the limits of each level before pushing for the next.

With his calculations, he would reach the limits of Rank 1 at 480 Engraving Tile in a few months, and he would push to beca Rank 2 Mage.

He planned to spend just a single year on each rank as a Mage, an impossible achievement for anyone else, but he knew he could achieve it. In nine years, Andar wanted to be a Rank 9 Mage. He could not plan on how long he could take to becan Mage as he was not yet qualified to judge himself on that matter.

'I hope this will be enough to see the end of the trail you leave behind. But if it is not, I will have to keep getting better.'

Andar brushed invisible dust on his sleeves and turned away from the mirror. His clothes had been stored inside his Endless Vault alongside all his properties, and with gestures that he had attuned to various actions surrounding his Vault, he could summon anything he had stored inside of it.

Andar veered around to the door and slightly opened it, and a wave of sound that could only cfrom millions of mouths speaking at the top of their lungs assailed him. He cringed as he noticed hundreds of faces turned towards his direction, all lining the path he would be taking to the testing ground.

He was no longer on the Body Farm but on a massive testing ground situated near the top of the Black Tower. He would be tested here before the eyes of the many universes.

'Well, let's get this show started.'

Andar snapped his fingers and he vanished in a burst of silver light and he appeared in the center of a vast field.

He looked up at the millions of faces all around him as a sudden hush fell on the crowd. His entrance had been unexpected, as he was supposed to walk along a decorated path that was lined with various dignitaries from a thousand worlds who would like nothing better than to shake his hands.

This hush did not last for long as a cheer erupted from the many masters sitting here. They had expected Andar as a youth to take his tto enjoy the adulation from the various heads of state waiting for him along the path.

But his appearance in the center of the testing field showed them that his only interest was in knowledge. This was a true Mage, and in their heart, a new feeling besides awe at his talent began to emerge.