The Primordial Record

Rowan noticed that although he was perceiving the size of each universe, he could not encapsulate them in his mind.

Only the impossible nature of his Ouroboros Serpent could make him begin to understand a bit of this abstract concept and also make him understand the energy he was currently feeding on and channeling towards his physique.

Among the energies present here, there was a golden energy that was flowing across all the universes, and it was this golden energy that was streaming inside his body, as Rowan's body reached a hundred thousand miles tall and was still growing, he realized that this energy was treating him like a new universe, and giving him the power that only a universe were feeding on.

He quickly traced the reason why this was happening, and he instantly understood it, this was the power of his Chaos Blood.

If all of reality was from the power of Chaos, this energy was his blood!

Why was he different? From his investigation on Labaletai the Chaos Door, none of the Chaos Blood had this reaction outside the universe, why was he being treated like a universe? Was there something different about his Chaos Blood?

Not even waiting for this stupendous information to sink into his mind, he focused on the Spirit Matrix Gate that was showing him events of his life, including the ones he knew and the ones that had been taken from him.

The Spirit Matrix gate began to be filled with various colors, the most prevalent was a white and golden color that was etching the events of Rowan's life, from this present moment down to the past.

The first thing he saw and even felt was the massive influx of Soul Energy entering his body from the universe, as the screaming souls of several gods appeared inside his Mental Space and were frozen in place. Due to the confusion flooding consciousness previously, he had missed the influx of souls into his Mental Space.

Rowan discovered that being outside the universe acted like poison to souls, even the Immortal Souls of the gods which were struck with madness and began to collapse as they tore themselves apart from the inside, their actions feeding him vast amounts of Soul Crystals in a very short time.

The plans he left behind were bearing fruit, and yet, he had no idea why it was this successful, he had planned on killing at the most five gods at the beginning of the battle, expecting this conflict to go on for at least a year, but he already saw the souls of seven gods dragged screaming into his Mental Space in such a short time.

Perhaps time proceeded faster outside the universe?

Rowan did not think so, his Ouroboros Bloodline made him very aware of the flow of time, and as far as he could tell, nothing had changed in that department.

He was still unaware of the effect his Spirit Matrix gate had on the Divine Kingdom of the gods, as in a single swift move, it shattered the defenses and destroyed most of the Divine Kingdom of the gods, placing them in an extremely vulnerable state, one where Eva did not fail to take advantage of.

The connection he had with the Angels and Eva inside the universe was incredibly weak, plus there was too much information and energy entering his body, it would take a while before he would be able to filter through the noise.

On the Spirit Matrix Gate, a constant stream of golden light was etching the faces of all the dying gods and even going backward to the period before now, when Rowan was asleep, his creation of Andar, his battles on Jarkarr, all those events were recorded till the moment of his transmigration and then the white and golden light vanished when it got to that portion of his life story.

But there was a detail revealed by the Spirit Mateix Gate that struck him as important, and he gasped at how close he had been to disaster.

At the moment of Rowan's Transmigration into the body of the dying prince, his body had been filled with many different lights, the most notable of them however was a white light, a green light, a golden light, a black light, and finally a red light.

That red light had been connected to a face that resembled the Third Prince who had been looking deeply at him with suspicion and hunger in his gaze.

The face of the Third Prince was different, as it resembled a clay mask that was fading away, and underneath was a face made from shadows with needle-sharp teeth, but there was something different in this image.

Inside this shadow face of his father were four gems that were cracked and bleeding red light.

This was the true face of his father!

The gems were arranged in a way that made them resemble a cube, and Rowan could not shake the fact that he had seen this cube before, but he could not remember it clearly.

This detail was important but what also happened during the time he had just woke up was important.

Rowan recalled that moment vividly, at that moment he had fully recalled his memories and he had wanted to say out his name, his original name from his past life aloud, but something had stopped him, an intuition perhaps of great danger.

The Spirit Matrix gate had now revealed to him that at that moment, the green light had flooded his body, shining so brightly for an instant, before vanishing as if it was spent, but he successfully stopped himself from saying his name and the many lights from his body vanished as well, including the red one.

Rowan did not have time to ponder more on this as the etchings continued to reach deeper into his life.

It was no longer golden and white, Instead, it turned yellow and pale, like bones left to dry in the sun, and Rowan began to see bodies, an endless amount of them, enough to fill a thousand oceans, and all of them were in various forms.

They were men, women, and children, all never lived to a ripe old age, all slaughtered by a shadowy figure with needle-sharp teeth.