Rowan was on his knees, while he accessed his body condition, his evolution had stopped his uncontrolled mutation. Yet, it had not ceased. He had been able to create a delicate balance inside his body.
He was on a knifes edge, and his teeming vitality was working overtime to keep his body in balance.
Nevertheless, he had never felt so weak. His body had kept his degeneration in check, but he had paid for it. It did not take long to realize that he would not be able to unleash his Serpents, as they were the only thing keeping his body in balance, and still feeding him the minor bits of energy for him to function.
If you were to scrutinize Rowans body on a cellular level, you would discover his cells breaking apart only to be fused back together repeatedly, it was like a video stuck in a loop.
Rowan had a new budding heart inside his chest, so he was aware that if he evolved one more time, he should be able to push back whatever influence was attached to his body.
The previous situation still sent chills down his spine. Rowan was aware that with his Empyrean bloodline, he would soon draw the attention of the gods; that was already a foregone concept, but he felt he might have a little more time before he began touching that realm.
He had nearly died just viewing one of the gods for a fraction of a second, and he knew her gaze had not been directed towards him, as he detected no malice. He had not even been registered as a threat, he was just a dust by the side.
It had been a confrontation between her and the Primordial Record, and he had not even caught a glimpse of the fight, just seeing one of the combatants was enough to kill him.
If this was the true mastermind behind the Nexus, then he had his job cut out for him, if this so-called Order of The Broken Eye had a god overseeing their operations, it was bad news for the current him.
The Primordial Record has really spoiled him, previously he was able to view gods and Empyrean whenever he accepted a bloodline, it had placed him in a position where he could easily see them.
Maybe because he had seen such grand sights with the visions granted by the Primordial Record, that he took for granted the power of these powerhouses.
The Black Book must have filtered everything it showed him, until Rowan’s tiny mind could understand them, and he had underestimated what it truly meant to be a god.
He was grateful that the goddess’s gaze was not truly directed at him, but towards the Primordial Record, he was not so arrogant in his abilities that he thought he could challenge a god even with his potential.
Although he had lucky encounters that increased his strength, it should not be easily forgotten that he had lived less than two weeks in this world. Rowan believed that if he was able to safely develop, then in a year or two, he would be able to challenge a god.
In a decade, he would be able to slaughter all of them!
Rowan now had a weird mental space where a blank face filled up eighty percent of it, circling the mental space were various Runes that resembled tiny fireflies.
He identified those Runes as the magical abilities he had, like Flesh Light, Bone Fire, Spatial Sight, and Berserker.
Each rune was distinct with varying complexities in their makeup and colors, with the Berserker Rune having six nodes connected to it, Rowan inferred it must be the various techniques associated with that Aspect.
Rowan was astonished with this new development, was this not a mental space that should only be available at the Rift State and above?
At the bottom of the mental space was a small patch of golden mist, this should be his Spiritual Essence that represented his Spirit value.
Although this blank face had opened up his mental state in advance, it was not necessarily a good thing for him, as he had no ability to wield Aether and control his Mental space, so this mental space was useless to him.
Plus, he had no idea how to remove this massive face from his Mental Space, and even though he had repeatedly inspected it with his perception, and discovered that it was like a blank canvas, it was still extremely uncomfortable to have something like that existing in his head.
He was distracted from his introspection by a dull palpitation in the air, and he looked up to see the Primordial Record accepting the two floating pages.
They fluttered in the air, before drifting to the Primordial Record floating above, it settled right before the seventh page. The two previous pages on the Primordial Record were like phantoms that faded away, allowing these new pages to merge seamlessly into it.
The black Book flashed with a red glow, and the cover of the Primordial Record began to fill up with words, and to Rowan’s shock, he could not understand them, it flashed again and the words disappeared. Rowan inexplicably felt a feeling of loss.
His hand was held up in front of him, as if trying to grasp something that was not there. He closed his eyes and tried to remember what he saw, but his mind was a basket full of holes and that memory was water. He could not hold anything back.
With his Decipher Language passive skill, he had thought he could read every language in creation. Either the language was still higher than the skill or it was not a language at all, yet it had felt like words.
He suppressed the melancholy mood that came over him, if the Primordial Record could give him access to Empyrean Pathways, that meant the secrets that it contained should surpass what his mind can hold at the moment.
He did not believe that this was the last time he would come in contact with those words, and when that time came, he would be ready.
The Primordial Record trembled shut and zoomed back into Rowan’s chest.
Rowan immediately noticed that the two other Sigils bounding the Primordial Records began to fade, and with his Sight, he could see tiny pieces of the Sigils being worn off, but judging by the complexities of the Sigils, it would take centuries before this process was completed.
This was an extremely great development! As Rowan knew, he would never truly be free unless he cut out every string bounding him. His greatest enemy, as always, was time.
The two other strands of Sigils penetrated the roof of the devastated temple and disappeared far into the horizons, and where they led to, he did not know, but they were most likely connected to those corrupted clones of himself.
Rowan intended to hunt them down and destroy them, he would never allow any parts of himself to be used and manipulated any longer.
Recovering the first two pages of the Primordial Record had appeared to tip the scale in his favor, but he knew the true test had just begun, and he may end up being the enemy of the entire planet, yet such a challenge in the future made his blood tremble in anticipation.
First, he had to view all the changes that had happened to him over the last few hours, no doubt it would be monumental.
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Name: Rowan Kuranes
Age: 11/33,000
Strength : 3/ 2797
Agility : 5/ 2716
Constitution : 15/4390
Spirit : 1/ 585.8
Class: None
Title: Plane walker, Chaos Blood
Aspect : Spatial Sight (Tier 3)
Berserker (Tier 1)
Skills:
Enrage (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Vortex (Level 10— Mortal State Completed
Bash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Dash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Smash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Combo Attack (Level 10— Mortal State Completed)
Flesh Light — Level 2
Bone Fire — Level 2
Passive : Decipher language (complete), Ice–Fire soul (level 6)
Records:
FIVE [CHAOS BLOOD]- level 2 [10,000/15,000]
REAVER – level 0 [0/5000]
Legendary Skill : Chaos World Engine [5/5]
Chaos World Engine [Minor]
Engine One – 865,225,788/1,000,000,000
Engine Two – 1,897,645/1,000,000,000
Engine Three– 458,001,876/1,000,000,000
Engine Four – 1,767,665/1,000,000,000
Engine Five – 0/1,000,000,000
Rift Rule: Absolute Body [Locked]
Incarnation Path Unlocked
Path: Chaos Territory Creation [Locked]
Path Skill Gained :
World Soul Manipulation [Locked]
World Recreation [Locked]
World Merging [Locked]
Active Skill Upgraded: Flesh Light [(level 2) Spirit +100. Constitution +40. Strength +30]
Active Skill Upgraded: Bone Fire[(level 2) Spirit +50. Constitution +100]
Condemned: Flesh of Madness (Suppressed)
Soul Point :1,890.4566
Remark: Nascent Titan
