The Primordial Record

Chapter 1530: I Bring A Storm

The nine mountains had barely been filled with one percent of the Essence that could fill them up, and so were the Chasms.

There were supposed to be nine oceans of Ether surrounding his Essence Mountains, and by now, even the first chasm had not been filled up to a single percent despite the voluminous amount of Essence and Ether being poured into them.

In his estimation, filling these oceans and mountains would take hundreds of millions of years. Until that was completed, he would not know the proper height his powers could reach at the sixth-dimensional level because he could not see his limit.

What was happening here was that the mountains were growing higher, and the chasms were getting deeper. His dimensional flesh was not dead, and the purpose of creation was to prosper, as from nothingness was birthed something.

The more Essence and Ether flooded his dimensional flesh, the greater his foundations became, and it seemed almost impossible that he would ever be able to reach his limits!

“So, this is the power of an Eclipsed Creator when merged with a dimensional flesh. Everything has a limit, except… me, I will never reach my peak, because I have none…”

No matter how talented they were, such a Class could not be granted to immortals, for they could not carry the Karma that this power entailed.

This talent was incredibly frightening, and Rowan’s consciousness, which had been repeatedly tempered after many trials and tribulations, was shaken briefly before he reasserted himself.

It would not matter if he had no limits; if he did not survive this incoming war, then all of his potential would be the prize for the Primordials, and he could barely imagine the sort of monsters they could become if they had his powers and potential.

He swore within himself that in victory or defeat, he must never allow his potential to be gained by his enemies. However, a small part of him could not help but chime in that in the event that he failed, his wishes would not matter, and his Fate would be for the winner to decide.

“Then I will not fail,” he growled aloud, and his Origin Land shook at the voice of their Creator.

Rowan could feel the countless consciousnesses blooming inside his city as every world and star developed on an unprecedented path.

In his previous dimensional flesh, despite how rich his Aether and Essence were, not every world within him could create a consciousness that could enhance the energy pathways inside of them, and he mostly seeded those worlds that were able to gain consciousness.

His children fiercely contested those worlds with consciousness because the richest source of Aether and Essence could be found there. The world’s consciousness would assist them in breaking through to higher levels because the world could show them the path.

Before he gained his Origin Land and recreated this city, he could never have imagined a scene where every heavenly body inside his dimension would come to possess a consciousness. With the continuous expansion of Sheol, would it be possible that the consciousness of the celestial bodies inside it would soon exceed that of his mortal/immortal children?

Rowan thought he might still be thinking too small. Perhaps he should no longer look at Sheol as a city but as a new form of life, a new variant in creation, his new children.

Now the songs of his praise would not only emerge from the lips of men and Angels, but now the stars and the rocks would cry out his name.

It was easy to forget that Rowan could share part of the consciousness power of every world or star inside his dimensional flesh.

These processing powers had been there in the background, subtly aiding him in times of need. However, if this process of consciousness growth was finalized in his city, then in addition to his dimensional soul and his consciousness pillars, Rowan would also have a third stream of consciousness that was equally as powerful, and had the same growth potential as the other two, because his city would not stop expanding.

Observing the creation of this city and the destruction of his Origin Land, Rowan engraved this process in his heart as an unexpected beginning of battle technique began arising inside of him.

Born from observing a creation that was so vast it could equal the birth of a new Era, in addition to watching his Origin Land destroyed under the consumption of his bloodlines. He was in the eye of the storm, and he could see something peering out from within, a glimpse of a power that belonged to him alone.

His consciousness reached for the side with a hand made from golden light and his Destroyer appeared in his grasp, and bringing up the blade to his eyes, another golden hand touched the edge of the Destroyer and was sliced apart, but Rowan did not care about this damage as he seemed to be in a trance,

“You are Destruction….”

The golden hand that was sliced apart was healed, and it touched the blade of the Destroyer again, but this time, it was not on the sharp edges but on the flat of the blade. Faint trails of golden dust, like stars, emerged from the golden hand where it touched the blade.

These trails of golden dust were Ascension Energy, one of Rowan’s greatest weapons that had evolved alongside him to reach terrifying levels.

“Ascension, you also are Destruction….”

Rowan’s eyes lit up, and he harshly slammed his palm against the blade. Ascension energy erupted from the clash, and the Destroyer shone with a bright light as if Rowan were holding a golden sun. Then, a shockwave of light and force erupted from the blade and swept towards the city.

As the light reached the city, it began destroying everything it touched.

Worlds were ground to dust, and stars went out, but when the waves of destruction passed, they left creation in their wake.

The shattered worlds returned anew, stronger than before, and the stars glowed brighter.

Rowan blinked in astonishment as the Destroyer in his hand vibrated in annoyance. Rowan consolingly placed the blade away, and he could understand the weapon’s frustration.

“This was supposed to be a battle art, not one for healing.”

Observing that everything was going according to plan, Rowan reached towards the power channeled by the dimensional soul, which was the summoning of his World Bearer Title, and he took control of it.

“I bring a storm.”

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