The Primordial Record

Chapter 856 Ruler Of Reality

It was the reason the first action he took after completing the elevation of his Angelic Hosts was to command Malik, his Power to bring back the Universe Will, crushing the physical shell of the Third Prince to nothingness was just a welcomed bonus.

The blow from Malik was not simple and the Third Prince would soon discover the reason Powers were feared throughout creation.

Rowan willed his body to slow its descent into the earth but it was difficult, like trying to row a boat using a spoon, but with his plentiful consciousness he had many spoons, and he was able to delay this process of expulsion for a while extending his time by two seconds.

The bloodline of Sheol was a power that should not exist inside a material universe, and he had been containing it with his Ouroboros bloodline which shared a strong link with the material universe, after all, it was a bloodline born from Chaos itself, and the universe could tolerate its existence better than Sheol.

With the complications arising with his Ouroboros bloodline and his transformation into a dimension, he had no choice but to continuously boost his Sheol bloodline in order to attain more power, although he had always understood that if he wanted to remain inside the material universe for long, he would need balance.

According to his previous plans, he should have gained a measure of balance when he evolved to a third-dimensional entity, but the Third Prince had shattered those schemes, and Rowan had to adjust.

It was a painful setback, but it was rare that his first plans ever came to fruition the way he wanted, he just smoothly adjusted his plans as the situation progressed and continued.

His Power Malik had not only retrieved the Universe Will, but he also killed two-thirds of every Dominator on Trion, killing two birds with one stone. This should be enough Aura for him to be able to enter the real Trion with part of his consciousness to further his bloodline growth.

He had thirty-nine seconds left.

The Sheol bloodline gave him a body that he referred to as his energy form which resembled a gigantic humanoid figure that was pure darkness and contained millions of stars inside of it. His energy form could be mistaken as a piece of the starry sky if he stood still.

That should be the form he should have taken after becoming an Immortal with the bloodline of Sheol, but due to interference with his Dimension which remained at the second level, he resembled an enormous shapeless purple blob, as large as a mountain range and heavier than anything this universe could support.

The universe was already dead and it could not expel him, but he was too \'heavy\' to be carried by it.

His body sank into the depths of Trion, this was all according to his calculations, and he had to struggle to remain inside the universe for his ascension to be complete.

His many consciousnesses worked in tandem and he released thousands of amorphous tentacles that drew upon essence from the material universe to create sharp tips that he could plunge deep into the earth slowing his downhill slide outside the universe, but every move from him was crushing reality and Trion alongside it, even though he was trying to keep the destruction to a minimum since Trion was the only planet in the universe that could barely support his weight.

Rowan body broke through a certain portion of reality and a deep groan echoed all through Trion that was transmitted deep into the universe which shook the foundations of the universe. From all around his massive amorphous flesh, massive geysers of black decaying blood erupted hundreds of miles into the air.

This blood was like the most potent acid that had ever existed and in less than fifteen seconds, it had eaten through the planet, and from afar Trion now resembled a donut made from rocks and magma, it could barely be regarded as a planet.

Rowan grunted in frustration as more of his tentacles shot out from his body and began to encircle what was left of Trion. He just needed to reach the Rune to connect to the Nexus.

Part of his body blocked the tear leading to the deeper corners of the universe to stop its dead blood from spewing out and shattering all that was left of creation, poisonous as it may be, but it was very useful to him.

As he struggled to keep himself inside the universe, part of his body broke through its reality and he saw the outside of it. He released multiple tentacles with large eyes to expand the scope of his vision and once more he saw the Great Darkness.

The last time he was here, he was barely out of the second Supreme Circle, and his senses were not capable of understanding everything that he saw and it had appeared to him like a space that was almost solid but was filled with endless streams of Primordial energy, the most prevalent of course being that of Chaos.

Rowan had drunk from that energy of Chaos and set off a chain of events that led to him becoming a Dimension and coming across new enemies and treasures. No matter what happened that day, he did not regret his decisions.

Now he understood that what he had seen at that time was just a tiny slice of the iceberg. His body had protected his fragile consciousness. With his new eyes, he could finally understand to an extent the essence of a Fourth dimensional space.

He could also see beyond that, glimpses of dimensions beyond the fourth, but it was still too much for him and he shifted his consciousness back to observe what he could see in this dimension and he finally understood why every Third Dimensional universe was sought after and the unique protection they all carried, and the answer boggled his mind, almost distracting him from the ongoing war.

The entire Fourth Dimension outside the universe belonged to Chaos. He could see multiple universes floating inside the Fourth Dimension, and with his new sight, he stopped counting when he passed fifteen million. So many universes and all are contained inside the Fourth dimension of Chaos.

The Fourth Dimension of Chaos was not at peace. There were multiple Fourth dimensions that due to the imprisonment of the Primordial had been able to attach to his dimension and like ticks, they latched onto it, consuming its resources.

These various Fourth Dimensions could only harvest unique resources that were born inside the Third Dimensional universes of Chaos, and they all carved out a portion for themselves.

The reason for it became clear to Rowan in a short while. Mortal life could only be born inside a three-dimensional space, and Chaos was the ultimate ruler of Reality itself, and his presence has forbidden anyone else from creating their own Third Dimension.