Primum Ancestor.
Damian looked at Zhuque and felt nothing that resembled the appropriate response to standing before a being that had exceeded the Nine Circles and formed a Land within its existence. No awe. No recalibration of plans. No fear working its way up through his cultivation and needing to be managed back down!
His mother's soul was burning on the other side of this River.
That was the only fact that had weight here. Everything else, Zhuque's authority, his centuries of Ancestral Land development, the pressure his Primum had just released across the water, arranged itself around that fact and found that it didn't change the fact at all.
He had to cross this River. He had to find where the Demon Emperor held her. He had to bring her back. Whatever stood between him and that outcome was an obstacle to be moved, not a ceiling to acknowledge.
And none of them could even comprehend what THE Primordial Tongue or THE Primordial Source was.
