Rowan pulled his hands away, a bit disappointed that Eva could not handle this amount of information, forgetting that even a god would be overwhelmed if they collected just one percent of it.
He was quickly realizing that even though Eva was powerful after separating from him, there were drawbacks to this occurrence. For one, she was no longer limitless like him. Rowan took a lot of his abilities for granted, but he still understood how ridiculous his powers were compared to others, and as his most trusted confidante and partner, her recent performance was not up to his standard.
She could get stronger, he was aware of that, but he wondered if she would be able to keep up with him after a certain point.
Rowan sighed, at least it was a good thing that she was able to understand twenty percent of the information passed across.
He lifted her with a burst of Telekinesis and deposited her in a Heavenly Bed he created using Hollow Forge, idly wondering if any of the items he created using this method were ever going to be getting the acknowledgment of the universe and becoming a Named Item.
His creations were flawless, even down to their molecular arrangements, perhaps what they needed was a personal touch.
Rowan did not require the power from any of those Named items, but the Primordial Aether to be harvested every time one was created, was a potent source of temptation for him. Rowan dismissed that thought for now, as he was never going to the Isle of Rest anytime soon.
With the presence of the Supreme World of Mages inside that place it was undoubtedly very risky. That old lady was undoubtedly a Tower Master, a 9-Star Archmage.
Rowan sat down in midair and summoned Vraegar, the Dragon had been battling with six newly born Angels before now, and his body when he arrived was scorched with a large portion of his batlike wings missing from his body.
He must be in pain but he was grinning like a lunatic because inside his mouth he was chewing an Angel's arm like a candy. The arm was shooting out flaming golden blood that was absorbed by his body, not wasting a single drop.
"Father you summoned me," Vraegar swallowed the arm and belched as his body quickly healed up from his injuries, his white scales shining with a lustrous glow, and his claws that were red like sin appeared to be bleeding blood.
Rowan rolled his eyes internally at the antics of this Dragon and said, "Prepare yourself, you will be upgrading your State to become an Earth God."
Vraegar gaze shone with joy, "I am ready ready for my Ascension father, but…"
Rowan waited but Vraegar was still hesitant and he sighed, realizing the hesitation that the young Dragon was carrying inside his heart.
"Do not worry about your foundation, you are now going up the path of power the way you were supposed to do it. Becoming an Earth God is just the start of your journey, and before long you will strive to become a true Empyrean, and in time, you shall surpass them."
Vraegar laughed in relief, the thoughts inside his head that were troubling him gone. He wanted to make his father proud.
"Brace yourself," Rowan said as he summoned a hundred thousand Berserker clones that he crushed creating a blood pool over the body of the dragon, he shot the technique pathway for Nosferatu that reached the Transcendent grade into the head of Vraegar, who digested it like a sponge.
With a roar, the Dragon changed into the hovering pool of blood with his mouth wide open and he began to practice, causing an intense rumble that vibrated the space around as if an unearthly battle was taking place inside that pool of blood, which should not be far from the case.
Every four hours Rowan would be crushing a hundred thousand Berserker Clones making sure the Blood Pool was filled to the brim and he soon settled into this pattern, while a bulk of his attention was inside his Mental Space as he digested the information inside the Golden Book.
Rowan did not care that the vitality he was giving up to train Vraegar would make countless gods and Archmages salivate in greed. Why should he? He had a limitless amount of that stuff.
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The Cerulean Galaxy had fifty billion stars and as many planets, and inside this vastness, the fact that there were only a thousand plus Minor Worlds and a single Major World was enough to show how rare and special these worlds were.
The universe was too vast and Aether was a scarce commodity. It could not reach every corner of the universe, and those who were blessed with Aether could have the chance to Ascend.
Although Rowan had harvested 212 Minor Worlds on the edges of the Cerulean Galaxy, the vastness of this space meant that it would take some time for any information to reach the core of the galaxy where all the major powers were mostly gathered.
Rowan had made sure his Angels were always rotating over the entire stretch of space to keep any prying eyes that entered never leaving again.
In addition to that Rowan had sent a thousand Angels, the greatest number he had ever sent out at a single time to begin roaming through the billions of worlds and stars to find the right worlds that would need all the materials he needed.
Since the moment he had begun digesting that Golden Book, it had been a month, and in that time he had finished deciphering all the knowledge inside that book, and the results were mind-numbing and brought a fresh wave of shock to his mind.
To build even the basic weapons and equipment needed for his angelic Host, he would need an enormous amount of material, and he could only gain those from resources found in the universe, and as planets served as hotspots where resources all over the universe tend to gather, it was necessary for Rowan to survey all the planets, to locate what he needed.
