The Primordial Record

At the Fourth Supreme Circle, his Nascent Primordial bloodline had grown to an extent that it could contain a portion of his Dimension. It could not hold it for long and as a consequence, Rowan would not be able to access his full powers as a Nascent Primordial, but it was enough to buy enough time for his next objectives to proceed in the direction he wanted.

The time for subtlety was coming to a close, but he still had one hand left to play. He had made plans, set his baits, and sweetened the lure, he expected that the big fish would soon be biting.

Rowan calculated how much time he had in the body of his Spirit Guises, and he pegged it down to a few weeks. Splitting his body into seven parts just accelerated the amount of resources he consumed to exist in three-dimensional space without breaking the fragile laws of reality inside a universe.

His Nascent Primordial bloodline had slowed this process drastically, else even combining all the Spirit Guise would have barely held his body for a few minutes.

This was the only way Rowan could make moves unseen, he was already a creature that should not exist inside a universe, and any methods he could use to keep his presence under wraps would be used by him.

This was an acceptable risk he was taking due to his advancement in his bloodline to the Fourth Supreme Circle, generally known as Earth gods inside this universe or a Rank 9 Mage in the Magus civilization, he was only one step from pushing his Nascent Primordial bloodline to the 5th Supreme Circle.

There was a time when something like this would have created great waves inside his heart, in just three decades he had moved through the Supreme Circles and was approaching the realm of the powerful outside the universe.

Those times were long past, he had achieved far more power than his level would indicate, and reaching the fifth supreme circle with just one bloodline was just a portion of his overall power abilities.

He decided not to create any more Forges for his ascension from this time forward because he had escaped his most critical period of development. In the period when he was a one-dimensional entity, he had been uniquely vulnerable.

Strong enough to crush any god, but still weak enough to be easily crushed by the strong.

As a second-dimensional being, his overall power had been boosted to heights that would place his previous self to shame, just the awakening of seven of his consciousness was enough to push his abilities to the next level.

Besides, he expected his next evolution and ascension would be so massive, that no Forge would be able to contain all the energy he would unleash, and he had other reasons he must no longer hide his Light.

There was also the fact that since his ascension to the Fourth Supreme Circle as a Nascent Primordial, inspiration had been flowing faster into his consciousness like an unending whirlwind and every moment he spent was like he was meditating on the mysteries of creation for a million years, after watching Primordials battle billions of times, he had not left without any benefit, his knowledge about Dimensions had taken a drastic step forward.

The first obvious upgrade was his consciousness itself.

Rowan had almost killed Maeve just by staying in his passive defensive state.

During the period where he watched the battles of Primordials, he had learned and evolved. In that state, he placed himself involved in molding his consciousness like a shield with numerous tiny spikes surrounding it to tear off every intrusion that besets him.

Maeve looking at him triggered a defensive reaction, and his consciousness had reacted, a direct attack towards not just the soul, but everything that made up her consciousness, including Spirit and body. If her body did not contain such potent power of life and an unreasonable power over death, she would have perished.

His consciousness had been refined until he did not know what his present consciousness pillars would resemble, or how massive they had grown in power and scope, he had always been limiting himself around everyone because he would simply kill them if he allowed himself to let go of a sliver of control.

This act was what allowed Maeve to survive his unconscious reaction to her gaze, else he would have annihilated her, and who knows how many worlds as his unconscious act of struggle would have rippled out into the universe.

This refined consciousness and all the inspiration he had gained were being channeled towards his Will of Truth and he could see it developing in real time. By the side of his vision, he casually created a percentage indicator to show him the progress toward a third-dimensional entity.

Six hours ago, it was 11 percent, now it is 13 percent.

He would be ready for battle in his complete form when the moment called for it, that was all that mattered.

The first consciousness reached the bottom of the Crystal Leviathan, and Rowan's perception swept through it. He noticed that of the hundred million slaves that Circe had rescued, 423,118 of them were Earth gods, a respectable number given their inferior bloodline and the condition they had found themselves in.

Most likely Circe had prioritized saving Earth gods when she began rescuing slaves from the madness above.

For Rowan to create gods, he only needed to refine their souls and a new bloodline could be chosen after they became purified of their mortal burden. He had enough Bloodline Source to accommodate all of them.

With a wave of his hand, he sent all the Earth gods to a deep slumber, startling everyone around. Rowan hovered in the air cross-legged and took a single wisp of his consciousness and scattered it into individual parts to fit every single Earth god, and then he began to investigate their souls, reading every single experience and memory they had lived through over the course of their lives.

He had realized that not everyone deserves the chance to become a god. This was not a judge of their moral character or beliefs, but from the experience he had gained when he had created his first set of gods.

Of a thousand candidates, only two survived the process, and after contemplating the numerous reasons why that happened, he realized that a certain intrinsic quality was missing from most people that would cause them to resist the process of discarding every flavor of mortality in their souls.

It was the ability to remain themselves under extreme modification.

This did not mean having a stiff personality that could not change, but it was the ability to hold on to your core beliefs and personality and still find a way to be dynamic. It was the reason gods could become Immortal and endure the long stretch of time.

The two mortals who survived to become gods had the quality of ultimate belief in themselves, not in their abilities or power for they had lived a life that had been deprived of most of those qualities, but in something much deeper than that.

This was the source of inspiration for Rowan's Third-

Dimensional Evolution. It was a lucky coincidence that the first gods he created were the ones who gave him the inspiration to become a Third Dimension Entity.