The Primordial Record

Chapter 1091:  Integeration

The funny thing here was that before entering this hidden space which was now rapidly beginning to shrink, Rowan had no idea that the Chaos Door would be here or his arrangement with him, but just as it happened with the unexpected return of his soul, he had been fed a quick burst of information about what the Chaos entity was, but the information was bare-boned and Rowan had to play a lot of thing by the ear.

This meant his hypotheses about his previous plans were correct. There were many missing pieces in his memories, and certain events, even his deaths in this world which might appear to be very shocking, but ultimately he was still in control. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

 His past self was playing a dangerous game across time, and he was depending on the ingenuity of his future self to push their plans to fruition. Looking back now it was so simple if he thought about it for long enough, the name of the Sixth dimension was Memory/Mind.

Rowan had learned about Spirit Emanations from Old Man Seed, but that was not all there was to the higher dimension, was it possible that those at the Sixth dimensional level or higher could read minds? Or could they access memories in a manner that was yet unknown?

If that were the case then none of Rowan's plans would ever work. Was it the reason there was a big blank in his memories after the events in the universe? Perhaps he had learned about the higher dimensional powers before he left the universe of his birth, and had then decided to play a dangerous game across time, destroying portions of his memories and leaving himself vulnerable, knowing that somehow he would be able to figure out the truth sometimes in the future.

To play the games of conquest and power against higher dimensional forces, Rowan knew he had to take crazy risks, and there was a great possibility that he would lose, but he had no choice, if he did not maim himself, he would have no chance. The true face of reality was not for the weak of the heart.

What Rowan had to watch out for were the things he could not predict happening. If the Chaos Door had stayed a little while longer, he would have seen the cracks in Rowan's personality.

The only memory Rowan had of the Chaos Door was meeting him inside Andar's dorm room at the Body Farm.

 From the words spoken and to the so-called arrangement Rowan had made, he had no memories of it. He did not know what the Chaos Door wanted to deliver to him, or why Labaletai seemed to be afraid of him, but Rowan felt that the destruction of the shadow and the delay in meeting the Chaos Door again was a satisfactory result to this development.

If he spent time with the Chaos Door any longer, it might ask him questions that Rowan could not answer.

In four years he should have collected the last two parts of his consciousness and hopefully unlocked all his hidden memories and unlocked more of his abilities as he prepared for his reawakening and the end of his Tribulation.

In four years, when the Chaos Door returned, the war against this realm would begin. As it was now, with his present state of power, Rowan would lose, but he would not be the same. Nobody else could grow as strong as him in a short time.

He looked up from his deliberation at his new children, it was time to end the rot in their center and return them for a while, he would come for them all soon, but he was no longer willing to leave them alone.

He squeezed his left hand and every Blood Slaves perished, and he opened his right hand and their golden flames were given to the rest of his children. Rowan looked up and he began to suck air into his mouth. At first, what entered his lungs was the surrounding air but soon the range spread and it impacted against the shrinking space before rippling outwards.

This ripple traveled at the speed of light and before long it encircled the entire planet. This ripple was Rowan's breath and it touched every single calamity beast that had become corrupted by his bloodline and he called them all to him. The sky above him looked normal for a moment before it exploded and from above came a deluge of snakes. Rowan disregarded his small form and began to grow, and in a short while he was fifty thousand feet tall and into his opened mouth the snakes poured in.

This scene was something that could drive a mortal mind to the brink of madness, a green giant whose head could touch the clouds stood with mouth wide open as millions upon millions of snakes rushed into it, and it was all accompanied by a wheezing sound like a mistuned harp.

Rowan's chest lit up with a red glow as he burned millions of serpents in his chest, using their Calamity energy as fuel to separate his bloodline power from their bodies. This process was very efficient and he utilized every single strand of Calamity Aura in their bodies not letting a single one corrupt his body.

In his right hand, an orb of gold with scales beginning to grow that rippled with dense bloodline power, and before long a second orb appeared beside the first and this continued until there were seven orbs hovering above his massive right hand, and Rowan closed his mouth with a snap as black smoke poured out of the side of his lips.

Every Calamity on the continent was dead, billions of them spread across the entire continent had entered into his mouths and he had finished collecting his bloodline from their bodies.

However, his work was not over, if he allowed it, the new calamities that would soon be born on the continent would still collect a trace of his bloodline from the earth. He needed to solve the problem at the root.

Rowan sent the seven orbs into the air and he began to weave. Integrating the runic knowledge of this world and his personal understanding of his bloodline, he began to synchronize the seven bloodline orbs to the entire continent and his children below.

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