The Primordial Record

Chapter 231 Hidden Hands

With the Palace of Ice now having a new chamber and his second bloodline also at the Rift State, it was left for him to take it to the peak.

Rowan was now forty-eight feet tall and the requirements for him to reach the peak of Rift State for the Avatar of Eve bloodline was a whooping 120,000 Soul points.

Rowan frowned a bit, the amount of Soul points required by this bloodline was becoming slightly alarming. For the Ouroboros bloodline, he needed 1000 Soul points for the Mortal State, at the Legendary Level he had required 15,000 Soul Points, at the Rift State he needed 30,000 Soul points which was far lesser than he imagined for the Rift State requirements, but he thought it might be because he was just unlocking his Rift State ability, and he expected his Incarnation State to follow the same premise.

Nevertheless, Avatar of Eve Bloodline took multiple amounts of Soul points than what his ridiculous Ouroboros Bloodline needed, at the Mortal Level he required 10,000 Soul points to push to the Legendary State, at the Legendary Level he used 40,000 Soul points to push towards the peak of Legendary, to use a 120,000 Soul points for Rift State was a disturbing trend, but he still welcomed it.

Rowan was aware that each of the Soul points was a resource that was powerful beyond measure, and he could create anything with them, for his bloodline to require so much of it, even in its nascent state spoke of the sheer power it controlled.

He could fight many levels above his own by the unique abilities granted by his bloodlines that could not be matched by mere Dominators.

Also was the fact that, this bloodline he received was not random, no matter the lucky coincidence he may have surmised he took to acquire them, there was a path linking all the decisions he made, and that knowledge scare him.

There was no way the dreams he had, of the words to speak for this bloodline activation, the first days of coming to this world were random. The more powerful he became, the more abilities he came in contact with, and the more he understood the depths of this universe, and it was far deeper than he realized.

The Strings bounding his Primordial Record was still there yet, it was fading a little more every day, and he noticed that with his Ascensions, the rate by which the strings faded went by faster.

He had no solutions to this hidden string interfering with his life, except do the same thing he had always done, get stronger, plan for all eventualities, and keep his thoughts on the true reason why he existed, his purpose and goals, these would be his focus.

Although his goals kept changing as he grew stronger and more experienced, he had never forgotten the first time he stood before all the worlds arrayed in front of him like pearls in a pool, and he wanted to see all the sights in all of creation, he wanted to live, and laugh and have friends, he wanted to love… but to accomplish that, he would have to kill! Good thing he would never fall short of enemies, but he only wished, the innocents could be spared, but Rowan knew he was still too weak to decide who lived or died.

He would be willing to die to spare the innocent, but that would lead to a far worse fate for the rest of the universe. Whatever burden that might bring him, he was willing to bear.

"When was life ever easy?" Rowan mused, "oh well, Let's get stronger!"

He still had Soul Points to spare, and he didn't wait, and he began pushing them into the Avatar of Eve bloodline, a thousand at a time while he slowly observed the growth of the Palace of Ice. He wondered, however, without his Soul Points, how long will it take him to upgrade any of his bloodlines?

At the Legendary State, his Ouroboros bloodline gave him a lifespan of 33,000 years, which if he developed at the normal rate of an Ouroboros Serpent, he should have used that time deep below the earth, slowly eating his way towards the core of the planet, gathering energy along the way and essential nutrients like heavy metals and the lifeblood that only a world would give him, but his Soul points had substituted all that for him.

He would have spent tens of thousands of years draining the planet dry before he would carry on, and by then he may be at the Second Circle or even the third, and that was if he was an average Ouroboros bloodline, Rowan was a six-headed Ouroboros, so his requirements should be multiple times an average Ouroboros.

Someone else was following this path of eating a world. The dragon borne from his flesh—Vraegar was doing something similar, but he would fail, for this was not a typical planet. There were many bones buried inside this world.

He did not know how the dragon had access to an Empyrean bloodline, and he would have been in the dark if not for the memories of the planet shown to him when he bathed in her blood, the final confrontation would soon commence on this world, but he would be ready.

Keeping his mind away from future events his gaze fastened towards the small tree growing at the opening of the courtyard. It was barely five feet tall, and its leaves were light green and sparkled like emerald, there was a pleasant scent emanating from the tree, and for the moment he saw no use for it.

But nothing from this bloodline was simple, and even when he had placed 60,000 Soul points into his bloodline the tree had barely grown a single foot.

The palace continued growing with a low crashing sound and the courtyard was now so large, the Angels of Char were at this moment filling only a small part of it.