The Primordial Record



Chapter 1284 I Am A Sword?

With the present size of Rowan, the beings he had summoned could wrap their senses around his body, but it was difficult, especially for the summoned golden giant who looked around him in confusion, the events around him seemed to be happening extremely quickly and he did not have the time to sit down and think about everything that was transpiring, but his gaze inevitably fell on the white-haired man.

He felt his chest seize as if a hand was gripping his heart and squeezing it. The power emerging from the white-haired man was weak, similar to the children of the golden giants, but there was something about it that was extremely strange. It was perfect and... complete.

These were the only words the golden giant could describe what he was feeling from this... mortal? Like a flawless crystal with no hint of imperfection, it seemed that nothing could penetrate through the barrier created by the sheer perfection of this man's powers, and it might be weak but it was inexorable.