The Primordial Record

Chapter 925 Super Consciousness

After a thousand years of relative solitude, Rowan felt that his time in this land was coming to an end. This would be the single most time he had spent in a single location, and he came to find out that he ended up appreciating his time alone.

Of course, with the nature of his powers Rowan could never truly be alone, his plentiful consciousness pillars meant he could be focused on a million other tasks at the same time, but he had discovered a method over the long years of silence to create a master consciousness.

Every being had a single soul, and after collecting the souls of so many mortals and immortals, he discovered that their greatest challenge when climbing up the paths of power was their ability to multitask.

Greater spells, abilities, and techniques required a powerful soul that could hold multiple components at the same time and manipulate them effectively in order to work, and the techniques or abilities that could boost the power of the consciousness were one of the most sought-after techniques in creation, as wars were fought over a single technique that could boost consciousness power.

His problems were different, he had more than enough consciousness power, far greater than anyone he had come across, although this was advantageous to him, enabling Rowan to perform impossible feats and wield abilities like Ascension among others that would stagger the mind of anyone who found out, Rowan had begun to find out that he was losing himself.

This was not a dissolution of his Id, ego, or superego, rather it was an increasing sense of apathy to all of existence. If Rowan wanted, he could choose to sleep for a trillion years or watch the dance of the stars for as many eternities as he craved, he would never feel any sense of boredom, he would simply exist.

His powers would never stop increasing, but it would be relatively slow, and perhaps after countless Eras, he would naturally find himself ascending to a higher dimension as his present state would reach complete sublimation.

He would naturally ascend from the Third Dimensional State to the Fourth Dimensional State. Rinse and repeat five more times and he would basically become a Primordial, of course, such a path would take so much time, it was almost inconceivable to think about it.

Rowan estimated that perhaps to become a Primordial, using his current status as a Dimension would take at least ten trillion Eras!

He did not know how old creation was, but he knew that ten trillion Eras was not a small length of time in any capacity and should possibly match or even exceed the amount of time that reality had been in place, Rowan also wondered if chose this path if reality would even be present after such a long span of time after all an Era was a billion trillion years.

There was something incredibly attractive about this idea, to sleep the sleep of a Primordial and wake up in a future where he was now omnipotent. Rowan could currently understand the reasons why creatures like Primordials would seemingly forsake all of reality as they sleep away the Eras. Existence was simply… mundane.

Why should they care about the affairs of ants, whether mortal or immortal?

The Primordial would be ever powerful, it was their nature and birthright, with nothing to challenge their rule.

They could also not grow any stronger, and so the desire to manipulate the small affairs was meaningless.

It took a merger of Rowan and the Primordial Record that led to the end of all reality before the Primordials could be roused, and now Rowan understood that concept and a part of him feared that state.

Unlike a normal immortal, Rowan had more traits of a Primordial, just a single Title of his would elevate any Immortals to the heavens, and he had several of those, and he could acquire more in the future.

So it was naturally easy for him to become exactly like a Primordial and lose himself to time, but unlike a Primordial, he was far too weak to be this laid-back.

He might hide himself for a while, but he would be found out in time, it would take too long for him to be omnipotent and he had enemies. Rowan might have defeated the present threat but along the way, he had come into the sights of others, and after the ending of the universe, he was now free game.

To solve this problem of his increasing apathy for existence, Rowan chooses to create a Super consciousness. This consciousness was an amalgamation of fifty percent of each of his consciousness pillars, and it finally granted him a singular consciousness that could oversee his entire smaller consciousness pillars.

This reduced the power of his consciousness pillars, making them extremely efficient administrators, but it stopped his descent into apathy, and if he wanted, he could easily reverse the process and gain control of his entire consciousness power. Although Rowan expected that as he grew stronger, he would go back to the state of unlocking his entire consciousness power to handle greater tasks.

This became the reason Rowan could seemingly enjoy a thousand years of isolation and introspection. In his subconscious, he could feel the activities of his children, but it was no longer foremost in his thoughts. He was no longer in a billion places at the same time, and he could focus more on the present because the challenges he was going to be facing in the future would be a thousand times more severe than the affairs with the Reflections.

This frozen waste was the perfect place for him to spend this time, for it protected him from his enemies at least until he left it. If Rowan remained inside the Great Darkness, he could hide for a while, but its connection with every single supreme power in existence meant he would sooner be located.

No one would choose to stay for long in the frozen waste, it was devoid of Aether or any form of essence, and the cries from the Siren would soon erode the defenses of most Immortals. This was the perfect place for Rowan to gather himself, but it was also not the safest, he could only remain here for so long before his presence would be found.

Rowan sighed and rested on his back as he gazed at the heavens. He had not sat here with the blue grass for a thousand years without a good reason, although he would like to think that it reminded him of Eva whose roots were also that of a Bluegrass before she gained Sapience, the real reason was the fact that the birth of this grass was linked to his third bloodline. His thousand-year boon.

Tree of Desire: Controls the flow of luck. Once every year collect lost treasures and dreams, once every Century collect lost wishes and Destinies once every Millenia grants a wish. Once every Era grants an Impossible wish.

When Rowan came across this blue grass a few moments after he entered this frozen waste, he saw that with all his powers he would be unable to stop this grass from fading away in the blink of an eye, and that was in his perception which would make a single second seem as long as a month or even a decade if he applied more of his consciousness power.

A mortal and even a god might not have seen this event occurring, it would have gone by so quickly, for all intent and purposes, it would seem as if it had never occurred.