Chapter 927 A Place To Call Home
Chapter 927 A Place To Call Home
Chapter 927 A Place To Call Home
Rowan acknowledges that his presence was a destabilizing factor in any environment, where others struggle all their lives to make a tiny splash in a pond, he had to be careful not to cause a tsunami just by dipping his toes in the ocean.
With the amount of change his actions can create it was almost funny how weak he was, relatively, but that was what came when he was comparing himself with Primordials and creatures that were incredibly ancient.
With no barrier between him and his Ascension except for the matter of ascension towards higher dimensions, Rowan was determined to complete his entire Supreme Circles in his three bloodlines.
There were nine Supreme Circles of ascension, and when an Immortal reached the peak of the Supreme Circles, the only path upwards was the path of Will I.e higher Dimensions.
Usually, an Immortal would have to reach the limits of their 9th Circle before they would begin to search for the path towards Will, a majority of immortals would never find this path, and if they were not affiliated with a Supreme World ensuring their immortal souls could be preserved for eternity, they would perish with the death of their universe.
Rowan did not follow the accepted pattern, when he was barely in the fourth Supreme Circle, he already had access to Will and was battling those who had completed their Circles and attained Will.
The quickest way for him to get powerful now was to push all his bloodlines to the peak, if he did so it would aid him in upgrading his Will, after all, an Immortal was supposed to attain Will after the 9th Circle because of special abilities they obtained after they reached that level. He had paused the ascension of his Ouroboros bloodline to the Immortal level with the advice of the Primordial Record, because the moment he made his last bloodline Immortal, he would be granted a Class, and according to the Primordial Record, he needed to be in an Established Space with a greater dominion over space-time, that meant he needed to be on a fourth-dimensional space or higher to be granted a suitable class. The higher the dimension he chooses to gain his class, the better it is for him.
The root of his Sheol bloodline shared a foundation with the demonic when Rowan had harvested the Anima of a goddess when he was inside the Nexus which went on to influence his bloodline as he evolved it higher. It was later that he discovered that this 'goddess' Minerva was not a God of Trion but a Demon King.
If Rowan entered the Shining City, they would later realize that the roots of his Angels no matter how noble they were, were steeped in the demonic. He doubted that he would be able to convince them otherwise.
The last option was one he came across recently, The Eldar. The Primordial power who gave him the power of his Third Bloodline, the Land of Miracles.
Out of all the options above, this one strikes him as the best option, due to several factors, and the most important was that of all the other Primordial powers he knew, the Land of Miracles was famous for bringing in a diverse group of people into their fold and they did not particularly care about their previous history. It was a land that dealt mostly with the power of exchange. If you have the right resources to exchange, then you could live like an emperor among gods. Also, Elura his mother should be present there, at least according to Maeve.
Rowan did not fully trust his mother, so many mysteries still surrounded her, but he knew that he could work with her given the right conditions.
All this while as he was thinking, a frown had been slowly building up on his face, something he wished not to happen was about to and he could only sigh and accept the consequences.
"I told you I saw he was not a mirage, he is really surviving here without a skin suit. The wind may obscure his presence sometimes, but my Eye of Gold can piece every obstacle in existence and he could not hide himself from it."
Twelve figures materialized around Rowan, they had cloaked themselves and crawled towards him, Rowan had noticed them a while back, and although he had placed Wards of deterrence around this mountain, it did not stop some stubborn individual from trying to reach him. Over the years, several individuals had broken through his Wards, but what happened next was always extremely disturbing.
Rowan acknowledges that his presence was a destabilizing factor in any environment, where others struggle all their lives to make a tiny splash in a pond, he had to be careful not to cause a tsunami just by dipping his toes in the ocean.
With the amount of change his actions can create it was almost funny how weak he was, relatively, but that was what came when he was comparing himself with Primordials and creatures that were incredibly ancient.
With no barrier between him and his Ascension except for the matter of ascension towards higher dimensions, Rowan was determined to complete his entire Supreme Circles in his three bloodlines.
There were nine Supreme Circles of ascension, and when an Immortal reached the peak of the Supreme Circles, the only path upwards was the path of Will I.e higher Dimensions.
Usually, an Immortal would have to reach the limits of their 9th Circle before they would begin to search for the path towards Will, a majority of immortals would never find this path, and if they were not affiliated with a Supreme World ensuring their immortal souls could be preserved for eternity, they would perish with the death of their universe.
Rowan did not follow the accepted pattern, when he was barely in the fourth Supreme Circle, he already had access to Will and was battling those who had completed their Circles and attained Will.
The quickest way for him to get powerful now was to push all his bloodlines to the peak, if he did so it would aid him in upgrading his Will, after all, an Immortal was supposed to attain Will after the 9th Circle because of special abilities they obtained after they reached that level. He had paused the ascension of his Ouroboros bloodline to the Immortal level with the advice of the Primordial Record, because the moment he made his last bloodline Immortal, he would be granted a Class, and according to the Primordial Record, he needed to be in an Established Space with a greater dominion over space-time, that meant he needed to be on a fourth-dimensional space or higher to be granted a suitable class. The higher the dimension he chooses to gain his class, the better it is for him.
The root of his Sheol bloodline shared a foundation with the demonic when Rowan had harvested the Anima of a goddess when he was inside the Nexus which went on to influence his bloodline as he evolved it higher. It was later that he discovered that this 'goddess' Minerva was not a God of Trion but a Demon King.
If Rowan entered the Shining City, they would later realize that the roots of his Angels no matter how noble they were, were steeped in the demonic. He doubted that he would be able to convince them otherwise.
The last option was one he came across recently, The Eldar. The Primordial power who gave him the power of his Third Bloodline, the Land of Miracles.
Out of all the options above, this one strikes him as the best option, due to several factors, and the most important was that of all the other Primordial powers he knew, the Land of Miracles was famous for bringing in a diverse group of people into their fold and they did not particularly care about their previous history. It was a land that dealt mostly with the power of exchange. If you have the right resources to exchange, then you could live like an emperor among gods. Also, Elura his mother should be present there, at least according to Maeve.
Rowan did not fully trust his mother, so many mysteries still surrounded her, but he knew that he could work with her given the right conditions.
All this while as he was thinking, a frown had been slowly building up on his face, something he wished not to happen was about to and he could only sigh and accept the consequences.
"I told you I saw he was not a mirage, he is really surviving here without a skin suit. The wind may obscure his presence sometimes, but my Eye of Gold can piece every obstacle in existence and he could not hide himself from it."
Twelve figures materialized around Rowan, they had cloaked themselves and crawled towards him, Rowan had noticed them a while back, and although he had placed Wards of deterrence around this mountain, it did not stop some stubborn individual from trying to reach him. Over the years, several individuals had broken through his Wards, but what happened next was always extremely disturbing.