The Primordial Record-Chapter 1384: Molding Dimensions (2)

From the moment he gained the Primordial Record up to this point, Rowan had evolved and gone through more bloodlines and abilities than anyone would go through in a million lifetimes. It was as if he was searching for something that could never be found, but he alone knew that it was simply because his growth was too ridiculous. In the last battle alone, he had grown from the third dimension to the fifth in moments, and such a vast change of his power base meant he was always changing his abilities as well.

Any single one of these abilities that he had controlled over the years was enough for a great genius to ponder and grow with for an eternity, but to Rowan, they were all footnotes along his road to Origin.

From a mortal to a Dominator of Trion to an Empyrean of a Universe, to a Child of Primordial Chaos, to a matured Primordial bloodline holder with multiple bloodlines to becoming the first holder of Origin, these were all the broad strokes of a life that had skipped through eternities as if he was walking across a room.

There would come a day when the tale of Rowan was known to all of reality, and at that time, it would leave a legacy that would be unbroken for all eternity, or knowing Rowan’s character, then it might be possible that except for some special few who knew of him, most in existence would never know a man like Rowan could ever exist. A being whose presence defied all sorts of common sense.

Staff the daughter of Telmus who was now a fifth-dimensional immortal could still be technically referred to as a Dominator, and it was most likely that she would carry the traits of her bloodline until she reached the eighth-dimensional level, if she was able to, and this was the normal path of growth for all life forms.

No one could simply change the core of who they were as easily as he did, and even if they succeeded, then doing it once was more than enough to last as an achievement for a lifetime.

Only Rowan was above it all. He merely sampled from the oceans of power and found out that none suited his path and he grew too fast that he saw the end of their path and he knew that it was not enough, he desired more. The Singularity had shown him the rulers of existence, and that was the path that he pursued. Explore more stories at novelbuddy

However, despite the many changes he had gone through in his life, making the jump to Origin was bound to be the greatest, because there was no one ahead of him who had walked this road, and he had to prepare himself for it.

He had to be prepared to lose something precious to him so that he could grow.

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During his long years in the Nothingness, the Tree of Desire had been heavy with fruits of wishes gathered over hundreds of millions of years, yet in his battle against the World Stele, he had unconsciously used them all.

Even till this moment, Rowan had not fully understood the powers of an eighth-dimensional immortal because he had to fully reach that dimension for true understanding, all he could do was to speculate, but he knew that they controlled Fate and Destiny, and fighting against them was like fighting against Fate itself.

Will was already so powerful, twisting reality to suit the needs of the immortal, but Fate and Destiny were even more powerful, and these were powers that lower-dimensional immortals could not comprehend.

The only reason he had been able to match blows with these powerful titans was the fruits of wishes in the background, bending Fate and Probability to aid him. Of the millions of fruits that he had on this tree, gathered over eons, they had all been sacrificed in a single battle, but it was worth it.

With the power of Fate and Destiny on the side of Thenos, Gothra’Inul or Nemesis, simply wanting the death of Rowan was enough to kill him a million times over, but the fruits from the tree were a sort of extra life for Rowan, and every time he should have died, one of them gave up itself for him to live. This tree had been silently standing in the background protecting his life, and if he was not wrong, it also strongly aided him when he stood against death.

There were so many processes going on in the background for him to be able to match an eighth-dimensional immortal in battle, and he was among the few in reality if ever at all that was capable of this sort of thing, yet Rowan did not grow complacent, because he knew that one of the major reasons he was able to survive that last battle was the great shackles imposed on every eighth dimensional immortal in that event, none of them had been fighting at their peak, nevertheless, it was still a great accomplishment and his Tree of Desire had been one of the chief players that made it possible.

As he watched this great tree die, Rowan had to hold onto the mantra that change was inevitable, especially for him.

This tree was the vestiges of his past bloodline, his one true connection with his mother Elura, and although he did not acknowledge it as much as he should have, it had given him peace… in those times when his heart grew heavy at the long road in front of him, there was music, for when the winds blew through the billions of leaves on this massive tree, what emerges from the other end was melody.

The tree was not silent, among all of his bloodlines, it was the one that spoke to him the most.

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Rowan’s consciousness was scattered among countless trillions of places inside his dimension, experiencing so much at every single moment that it would take eons to recount everything he saw in a day, and yet the music that flowed from his Tree of Desire was something that was at the top of his memories.

Unlike any of his bloodlines or abilities that he had gotten, he would have loved to develop the Tree of Desire further, not because of its potent abilities, but because of its significance to him.

"Change is inevitable. It is growth, and growth is painful."

With a soft humming sound that should not be coming from a tree that was larger than the sun, the once-green leaves turned brownish-gold and they began to fall. Each leaf contributed a soft chime as they brushed against the breeze that merged into a hum, and Rowan’s consciousness nearly froze in place because he recognized this sound, and if he could, he would be crying.

When he was an energetic child who wished to play from dawn to dusk, there was one trick that Elura used to get him to sleep, and this was music.

Rowan’s mind was too preoccupied with the endless possibilities that life presented to a young mind and any complicated melody or lyrics would only serve as a distraction for his vibrant mind, so Elura usually hummed an unknown tune, soft and gentle, and this song would flow through his body like the first glow of the sun across a serene lake, easing his mind, and making him smile into sleep.

Rowan had never asked her where she heard this tune from, or if she made it for him, but he would never have expected that he would hear it again when the Tree of Desire began to die, and in this instance, he knew that if not for the distraction of the battle that had taken over his consciousness in Doom Star, perhaps he would never have agreed to make this merger.

His mother’s touch, her voice that existed only in his memories came across strongly to him through the ages, and this song was not one of lament or sorrow, but a song that was made to calm the mind of Rowan, a song that was made to give him peace, even in death, the last desire of the Tree was for Rowan to have peace.

Letting go of this tree hurt more than he could imagine, but he knew it was not over.

His Tree of Desire was rooted in his two Primordial Oceans. The Primordial Sea of Darkness, and the Primordial Sea of Ambrosia, and with his evolution to the fifth dimension, these two seas were massive beyond compare, and their powers could not be fathomed, but now they were beginning to vanish.

Massive whirlpools numbering in the millions and each larger than a galaxy appeared all through the lengths of his oceans of Aether as if there were millions of fathomless abysses appearing below the seas.

In the distance there was a loud crack, and the great City of Sheol, a place of endless wonder, began to collapse.