The Primordial Record-Chapter 1186: Plan B

The tornadoes greedily drank Rowan's Ascendant Aura and their terrifying evolution continued, but they were not the only ones making progress, Rowan's Ascendant Core had reached the precipice of completion when he became stumped-There was no path forward. His Ascendant body could not reach the first Dan using the Will of Time.

Rowan's soul shook in anger and a cry of rage erupted from his soul that silenced the howls of the evolving Tribulation, and the eyes of his soul shot open, he looked around him in anger and seized the metals that protruded throughout his body,

"Pathetic piece of lifeless metal!"

With a roar of anger, he dragged his arms downwards, each hand holding half of the entire metallic strands inside his Ascendant body and as he pulled the entire structure gave a loud metallic shriek like a dragon made from metal being tortured to death.

His Ascendant body could withstand a lot of force exerted from the outside and within, but Rowan's rage knew no bounds and under his power, his body began to crumple inward.

Among all his expectations, this one was one of them, but since he had few methods to tackle it, he had been hoping that it would not come to fruition.

There was a reason Rowan had never gained the bloodline of Time for a long time despite his Primordial Record being able to harvest bloodlines that coincided with all his life experiences, and as he had learned after gaining a soul, the bloodline of Time required a soul, and a rather powerful one for that matter before it could be manifested.

This was a direct bloodline of a Primordial, untainted by the cruel hands of time, it was as if he was the first generation of a Primordial descendant.

Gaining this bloodline with his soul meant that Time was essentially not meant to be wielded by any beings of flesh. In theory, an Ascendant body was close enough to a souls-like body to accept the Will of Time, but Rowan had been let down by his metallic body that had no hint of the souls-like body of an average Ascendant.

At first, he had thought that perhaps with his link to Ascendancy, his metallic body would be able to bridge the gap between the soul and his Will, but it still fell short.

Rowan's nature had worked against him again, his soul was far too powerful, and his Ascendant body had to sacrifice a part of itself to contain his soul power. Cursing his body was not fair to it, his Ascendant body had simply chosen the lesser evil, and if the Will of Time was not so restrictive, it would have been able to grow to the first Dan.

His anger had stemmed from his soul, and with Rowan no longer wishing to hold back his emotions and live like a machine, he expressed his anger. If his plans had fallen through, then he would have had a pleasant foundation to use in summoning the final portion of his consciousness, but if that was not to be the case... then he would have to go with plan B... Rowan did not like plan B, even for him, it was too reckless.

However he was not one to dither around after making a decision, his gaze fell on the evolving Calamity gods and he grinned, he had found an outlet for his frustration.

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The streams of Ascendant Aura being fed to the Calamity gods had stopped but they had all received enough to complete their evolutions. The roaring tornadoes surrounding them had ceased and one hundred new Calamity gods were revealed, and their shapes were unexpected. They had been formed from millions of Calamity gods melded under the pure Ascendant Aura of Rowan and the shape they took at first looked like angels. A close look, however, would reveal that the wings behind these Calamity gods were made from bones, and their faces contained nothing but eyes, gathered so closely together it was like staring at a wall of dots. They all held large scythes made from bones and standing hundreds of feet tall while heavily muscled, they cut a terrifying sight, but what was even more disturbing was happening to Rowan's body below.

His massive body of metal was beginning to shrink, accompanied by loud groaning sounds, which was expected as a structure that was impossibly tall, millions of miles in fact had rapidly shrank down to hundreds of miles, all of these were under the unearthly anger of Rowan.

From afar it was almost as if the Tribulation was entering a weird new phase where both parties were evolving to reach a new level, but only Rowan knew that for him this tribulation was over, he was just here to pick up the pieces.

Under the eyes of the frozen heaven, a voice filled with rage resounded from the shrinking mound of metal,

"What are you waiting for my Tribulation, your purpose awaits you. Do not let me linger..." It was unknown if the Calamity gods understood all the subtle messages that Rowan had placed in that statement, but they could hear the tone of his voice, and it caused the anger inside them to burn, they attacked him with intense rage in their hearts as their weapons burned with a red flame.

At their present power, each of the Calamity gods was as powerful as the entirety of their numbers combined at the beginning of this tribulation. Their weapons fell like lightning and the Ascendant body of Rowan began to melt under their barrage.

From its great height, his Ascendant body continued to shrink under the relentless assaults from the Calamity gods. The Shiik had nearly gone insane from this development, she had heard the roar of rage from the creator and the sound had paralyzed her in place, and she could not move even if she wanted to and stop the gods she had created from their assaults. Even if a part of her knew that everything still fell under the plans of the Creator, it was the most difficult sight she had ever witnessed to see his glorious body being broken down to such a state.

Rowan's Ascendant body from its glorious state had been broken down to a mound of molten metal, and then from a slight gap in the steaming red pile was a golden eye that looked at the Calamity gods with such fury it was difficult for a mortal mind to comprehend and suddenly the mound of metal vanished, no not vanished... there was a trail of golden metal hanging in the sky as if the mound of metal had fled.

The multitudes of eyes on the faces of the Calamity gods looked around in confusion, but then one of them gave a weird scream that sounded like laughter mixed with pain.

In unison, all the Calamity gods turned to look at their fellow who had made the sound and they discovered that it was now still, and weirdly silent, and then before their gaze its body began to fall apart into little pieces, none smaller than an atom, it was as if he had been placed on a chopping block and sliced through a billion trillion times, a sentiment which should not be far from the truth.