The Primordial Record
chapter-1060

Rowan was overflowing with Soul Energy after all the time he had spent within and outside the universe, with him.being around the death of so many lifeforms. Even in death, his consciousness still held power and he would not be surprised that for the near million years, he had been harvesting souls.

For a long time he had not been using these souls, he simply prepared himself as he waited for the right moment. Although Rowan claimed that he wanted to perfect his foundation to a ridiculous level before pushing forward with the resource available to him, and while there was great truth in these thought, there was a rather hidden justification for why he had been gathering soul energy all this while without utilizing them, it was all in preparation for something terrible, but he could not find the source of this fear.

The addition of a large part of his consciousness did not reduce this fear, instead it increased it. It was not even the knowledge that the eyes of the Primordial of Time had left his control, it was something even deeper.

He knew that even when his consciousness was previously completed, he was missing memories, and there was an additional name that always plagued him-Nemesis.

The idea of this mysterious power seemed to have been born out of nothing, but Rowan believed that all his setbacks, all his pains, even the two deaths he had rapidly suffered in this world in the hands of the World Will were all due to Nemesis, and it was as if even if his mind and spirit had been scrubbed of every detail about this unknown power in the past, he would still remember its name because it had become branded into his consciousness.

This enemy seemed powerful beyond reason, formless and untouchable but one thing Rowan knew about himself was that he would never lay down and take abuse from the strong, his past was enough proof. Even under the tyranny of the Third Prince, he had found a way to sequester his bloodline across time to aid him in the right moment.

Plans within plans were made at every step of the way to make that event possible, and Rowan would never count himself out of this fight or any fight in the future, no matter who he would be challenging. He might not yet understand certain mysteries in the past, especially those related to his lost memories but Rowan firmly believed in himself and whatever decision he had made in the past.

He knew the importance of sacrifice, of laying your hand bleeding into the water to draw in sharks, of suffering countless abuse for the right moment when your abuser looked down upon you to gloat, and in that moment reveal their throat.

Yes, if there was one thing Rowan understood about himself, it was sacrifice.

With how special his consciousness was, Rowan knew that it was nearly impossible to wipe his memories without his permission. The fact that portions of his memories were missing meant that he made himself forget. He would never doubt his plans, only move forward according to his instincts.

With the previous computational powers of his consciousness, Rowan was sure that he would be able to predict his future actions with a near-perfect level of accuracy, and whatever might be happening to him at this moment or any decisions he had would be making in the future, he would have made arrangements and left safeguards in place.

This was a daunting prospect to believe in something he could not easily prove, but Rowan believed in himself, the return of his Soul Energy manipulation ability was all the tools he would need to survive and thrive.

He did not have to chase after the rat race everyone else in existence was subjected to when he could create his resource seemingly out of thin air.

It was the primary reason he did not rush out of Stone Reach towards his first target.

Having isolated the stream of soul energy this limited consciousness of his was channeling, he simply switched it from a vitality creator to one that created Purified Ascendancy Aura. It did not mean that he no longer had to kill for Aura, it just meant he did not have to take unnecessary risks in doing so. Risks like turning an entire continent into a battleground. If he had been unlucky and an Ascendant had been present in that battle, it would have signified his end.

At this moment the trillions of cells in his body were being filled with so much purified Ascendancy Aura that nearly ten percent of his consciousness nodes were tasked into masking the radiation of Aura that should have made him resemble a walking fountain of Aura.

At this moment Rowan's appearance was truly shocking. The face and body he showed Nyla, although supremely beautiful, could be acceptable by immortal standards, but perhaps if she had noticed his shadows, she would have fainted in horror.

His robes that were twenty feet long, billowed around him like a golden cloud, his red hair was also the same, and his eyes...

At the Legend Rank, his Natal Treasure kept growing as his foundations grew larger and firmer with every breath he was taking. With so much access to all the Aura he wanted, Rowan began to push this mortal body to the limit imposed by this world.

As a Maker of Worlds, Rowan had unique insights into the formation and creation of existence, and had slowly begun to peel apart the layers of control this world had to offer. He was not changing anything, only learning about the rules so he could break them.

To create his first World Core, Rowan basically had to understand every component of a world, even those of a higher realm like the Supreme Worlds, and he integrated every knowledge of a World's Will into his consciousness, no one else he knew was capable of hacking into a World's Will like he was.

Doom Star power system favored the soul and so no much focus was placed on the body, giving Rowan a door to extend his manipulation. The ceiling for a mortal's bodily growth as it turned out was not specified, but since no mortal creature would grow to be very large unless they would be squashed under their own weight, this oversight was meaningless.

But it was perfect for Rowan.