The Primordial Record

Chapter 1180: The Great Crucible



The simulation of his previous state of consciousness completed, Rowan freed the Shiik from the hold of time and broadcasted this Aural Signature out of his body, accompanying it with every single moment they had spent together.

He found out that this was necessary because the transformation of his soul had made it necessary, almost like rebinding himself with her once more. Rowan could have easily taken over her mind and impressed his new Aural signature upon her, but he did not do this. The Shiik was a symbol of his struggle from the edge of death, and he had a soft spot for her.

The time with her was short, but the memories remained bright in his mind. The time spent inside her stomach, merging with her consciousness and breathing the spark of intelligence inside of it, the battles they had fought together... her passion, her destiny... these were impressions that would stay with him forever.

These two things-Dispelling the effect of Time and placing his previous Aural Signature and memory inside the mind of the Shiik-were done simultaneously and it was almost as if the Shiik was still bound by time because she did not move from her attacking position, but her eyes were jerking rapidly indicating she was processing an immense amount of information. Rowan had trimmed down the information packets and had sent over as much as possible, but it was still a lot to process, even for a fifth-dimensional being. From the moment he gained his bloodline of Time, Rowan had been unceasingly strengthening his soul, and now it seemed to be edging closer to a new state.

His experience with time had revealed to him a hidden danger he might have overlooked when it came to his soul. He was used to his powerful consciousness pillars controlling his dimensional flesh, but if he were to regain his flesh once more and integrate it with his soul, then it would be extinguished under the weight of his dimension.

Of course, he was sure that he would have instinctively sensed the difference between his soul power and his dimension, that would mean he would have needed to wait to integrate with his dimension, or at worst it would cause him to fall into a slumber until his soul was strong enough to hold up a portion of his dimension. Now he was aware of this danger before he merged with his dimension, and he would work to strengthen his soul.

The Shiik groaned as a thread of blood ran down from her nose, the crown of eyes she had on her head began to blink rapidly before they finally oriented on Rowan, and the Shiik's eyes steadied as she breathed out in astonishment and stammered,

"You are... you are..." before she finally sighed and kneeled, "Creator. Forgive my blindness, I have failed you." she stretched her right hand forward in pledge as she stared at the floor, her body shaking with extreme emotions.

"My Queen of Calamities," Rowan sat forward and took her hand, "Be at peace. Your mind is disordered and your thoughts lack focus. I fear I have been a bad father and neglected my duties in teaching you. I will rectify this mistake. You are a being of singular purpose, but you should always have more to keep your existence in balance, else I would be a poor excuse for a creator."

The Shiik shook her head, "No, you did nothing wrong father, you have given me all the tools I needed to succeed, I was just too stupid not to take proper advantage of it. My desires were always under my control, yet I allowed them to take control over my personality to the extent that I did not recognize your presence beside me."

Rowan smiled, "Let me be the judge of that. In my eyes you will always be worthy." he nodded towards her throne, "Sit and command your maidens to return to their position before they all go mad with worry. I suspect I will be having an unexpected visitor soon, do not let me be disturbed over the next few days."

The Shiik bowed, "On my life, not even the breeze, or the passing light would touch you."

"See to it," Rowan said and closed his eyes, falling deep into his soul. His newly gained intuition gave him a subtle warning that things were about to change. A storm was coming, and he needed to begin bringing together all his chips.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He wanted to touch his last three Wills to push them to the fourth level but he was denied.

Expecting this he still frowned a bit, it would seem that he needed his fleshy body to push these other three Wills to a higher level, and his Ascendant body would have to do for now, this meant he would have to change his plan a little. His city of golden giants would be coming to Trion earlier than he had planned.

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By the time Rowan had left his city of giants, it had begun to heal from the damages caused by the sun of Hate unleashed by Shisu. Half of the city had been vaporized, the wave of destruction stopping only a few hundred feet away from the Ascension Spear at the center of the city.

At the moment the destroyed portion of the city was covered in golden fog. This fog had arisen from the Creation Grass, and it formed a perfect covering over the destroyed part of the city.

From within the golden fog, there were vague movements as if some massive creature wandered within, and this drew the attention of a lot of Blood Blessed, who sat and watched in excitement the bizarre movements in the fog that were slowly getting clearer. Soon clear shouts of excitement began to emerge among them as the movements within the fog began to show scenes of a city being grown from nothing. Everyone here knew how incredibly complex even the simplest structure inside this city was and the knowledge that such a profound city could just be grown shook them to the core.

Even a basement hall that may never be seen by the eye of anyone was filled with the most intricate and marvelous runes, etchings, paintings, and small minor details that would take millennia to uncover, it was simply mind-blowing the amount of complexity the city contained and yet it still maintained a rather uncomplicated appearance, and now to watch this work of art spring up from nothing gave the people great inspiration on their knowledge of creation.

None of them were conscious when Rowan had created this city, and to see buildings that were miles high spring up from the earth like grass and shoot towards the golden sky filled their hearts with awe and their mind with the desire to reach this level one day, they all had the potential to achieve it, and this made the desire to grow stronger burn stronger.

The fog slowly grew lesser and when it faded, everything had returned to the way it was, but the attitude and power of the people within had changed, their transformation in such a short while was so drastic it verged on impossible. War was indeed the great crucible.