The Primordial Record

Chapter 970  Seven Centuries (1)

Rowan forgot about the passage of time, which turned out to not be that difficult, and one of the reasons was that his dimension had been frozen in place.

When he was squeezed by the Tenebris Armor, his entire dimensional flesh entered a sort of stasis, and he was no longer distracted by the affair of his domain, he could be focused on deciphering every shard of the Supreme Circle.

Everything inside of him had become frozen in place, waiting for their lord to conquer the Supreme Circle, or they would never wake up. Although Rowan was confident in his abilities, he would not have taken this risk lightly if he had the choice, but Old Man Seed had taken that option away from him with his unexpected actions.

He could not fight against a seventh-dimensional being, but Rowan was determined to find a way to punish this old man for treating him like a toy.

Even the soul of the demon he had swallowed was not yet processed. The moment it entered into him, it also fell into a weird stasis state, and Rowan pushed that matter from his thoughts as millions of shards flooded his consciousness.

He had expected that the process of deciphering the shards of the Supreme Circle would become easier as his consciousness power was pooled because of the merger caused by every Shards of the Circle that he collected merging his consciousness, but that turned out to not be the case.

Every shard as he later discovered was paired with a single portion of his split consciousness and he could not aid those parts in deciphering the shards with his already pooled consciousness.

This meant the difficulty of completing the Circle did not decrease or increase, it would all depend on the comprehension power of each of his slivers of consciousness, and so he could mostly figure out to an accurate degree how long he would be spending to complete the Supreme Circles.

By his estimation, it would take seven centuries for it to be completed. This number was stunning, but his time in the frozen waste had made Rowan accustomed to the extended period of time an Immortal could spend on a single project. Seven hundred years was not a long time.

His previous estimation of a few decades was grounded on the fact that he expected to be able to use more of his consciousness power as time went by, since that turned out not to be the case, he would just have to settle for the next centuries inside the armor.

Overall Rowan thought that this was nothing but a slight setback, and he should become used to situations like this where centuries and millennia were now equal to days in his eyes. It was not as if he was not enjoying the process of deciphering the Supreme Circle.

There were so many things he could be doing at this moment, but if he was stuck with this project for now, it was not too much of a loss.

Rowan had also come to the realization that the span of time he would begin to work with going forward would become far more extended as he traveled to higher dimensional states, and spending millions if not billions of years on a single task would become the norm.

No matter how powerful the Supreme Circle turned out to become, it was still beneath the power of Will. Theoretically, the complete Supreme Circle should be the greatest technique under Will, and he was already spending seven centuries just to grasp it.

Using the same thought process, simply meant he would need to spend more time when it came to tackling tasks or techniques that required Will.

He was also aware that if the shards could only be deciphered by a sliver of consciousness power then for any normal Immortal, this task would be impossible or at best hellishly difficult.

His consciousness was already heads and shoulders more powerful than anyone he had ever come across due to his Sheol bloodline, but it was also refined to a more powerful state with his experiences inside the probable future where the Primordial Record had revealed the result of their merger, and when he took into account the boosts from his various titles, then his consciousness power could not be easily defined anymore, as it had exceeded the concepts of levels.

Consciousness power depended on the soul, and with his Consciousness Pillars, Rowan seemingly had access to hundreds of powerful souls. The time in the frozen waste was not in vain, and he was inching closer to a thousand Consciousness Pillars, although acquiring more pillars got increasingly more difficult as their number increased.

In a million years or a billion years, how many more consciousness pillars would he have access to, and his frightening would be his overall comprehension?

It never occurred to Rowan that what everyone else would do when faced with the dilemma of comprehending the Supreme Circle was to take it a single Circle at a time, spending many Eras in isolation, slowly piecing it all together.

He was like a Primordial Giant who could walk across worlds with a single step and was unaware that for others, such a journey would take millennia. It was not his fault, he had been born too strong.

Knowing he could not rush this task, Rowan settled into the familiar haze of comprehension, and let time wash over him. The Nine Shades of Dusk, Path of Empyrean Blight, Seven Rings of Power, Malefic Transformation of Ethos, Twelve Shivering Wraiths Transformation,…

Countless shards, countless techniques, all leading to the crowning achievement of the Supreme Era, and Rowan silently comprehends them all.

He was learning and growing, and even if this task was not leading to a direct influx of power, he was getting something better in exchange, which was knowledge. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The moment he understood the Circles in its entirety, he could then decide if he wanted to actualize them.

His Ouroboros Serpents on the other hand, were focused on other things.

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His Primordial Ouroboros Serpents never stopped feeding on the Primordial darkness, and as they did their bodies kept expanding, this direct growth was transferred to his dimensional flesh which became more powerful as a result, and Rowan felt the restraint of the armor began to loosen a bit as his body had grown more powerful than it was when he entered into it.

Unlike his other bloodlines who developed by ascending towards higher Circles, his Ouroboros bloodline had always been unique in the sense that they would never stop growing. It was almost as if their method of increasing their might was different from any other thing in reality.

This should not be far from the truth because Rowan now understood that creatures like the Ouroboros came from a separate power system outside the Primordial's own, but this power had already been crushed in the distant past in a time when the only creatures that existed in reality were almost equal to Primordials.

The Ouroboros Serpents did not need to become 'Immortal' following the conventional Supreme Circle that the Promordials had instituted over reality, they could just keep feeding and their lifespan and power would keep rising.