The Primordial Record

Rowan felt a pulsing surge around him as space began to shift, his senses immediately identifying it as a teleportation effect, and he enhanced his perception, slowing down the rate of time to a crawl in his mind as he began to investigate where the teleportation would be taking him to.

He was a bit annoyed that the Will Holder here had just begun teleporting them the moment Rowan had asked for their position to be changed and he wondered if it was due to the fact that he was a Sanctified Scion and his orders must be abruptly attended to, or the Will Holder was way too enthusiastic about his job but Rowan did not trust anyone outside his children, and any action, no matter how benign must be thoroughly investigated.

The board was now different but the stakes were still as crucial. Danger and death were on every corner and Rowan still wanted to see the end of everything. Dying, especially for stupid reasons, was not anywhere near his agenda at this time.

With the unlocking of his Titles and the unique abilities that came with it, especially one like Reality Butcher, he could trace the path of the teleportation as his understanding of space was enhanced even past how his Primordial Title and bloodline power already did.

The direction of the incoming teleportation was revealed to his sight like a glowing road which showed that the Will Holder wanted to take him to the peak of the gigantic tree, hundreds of millions of miles from here. He tried not to distract himself with the unique pattern the Will Holder used to bend space, it was different from anything he had previously seen and he quickly stored the processes in his memories for later dissection as he focused on the destination of the teleportation. Rowan's perception quickly spread through the peak of the tree where he saw a rather simple cottage, and with the personal effects he could see around the place, this area was the personal dwelling of the Will Holders. There were certain unique Wards and barriers around the cottage that blocked his sight, but with his unique Title, he could feel his way through the barriers.

Reality Butcher: Grants enhanced dominion over Space and all Space-related abilities. Intents can be mastered extremely quickly.

Note: Talent can be upgraded by destroying and consuming all forms of creation.

This Title was powerful, and with the enhanced dominion over space that it granted him, it not only made exploring the secrets of space extremely easy for someone like him, but it also essentially made Rowan almost impossible to be displaced within any space he contained except if he permitted it.

In the Metaphysical realm, it made Rowan to become extremely dense. If a god was a feather inside this realm, then Rowan would be a mountain range. The difference was that stark.

If he resisted then the Will Holders would be very surprised when his body would reject all forms of spatial movements, but as for now, Rowan saw no reason to think he was heading towards a trap and he allowed the spatial energy to wrap his body, suppressing hundreds of innate barriers around his body so the spatial energy could reach him.

The second thing he had to do to make teleportation possible was he adjust his weight to a substantial degree in order for the spatial movement to work on him at all, due to his incredible weight which was increasing with every moment as his dimension grew. New planets and stars were added to his dimensional flesh as time passed, and this added to his weight.

It would appear that he was walking on the ground but that was not the case, a constant stream of Telekinesis was holding his immense weight, and constantly dispersing the incredible gravitational force around him, or else he would be a walking Superblackhole.

The Will Holder was attempting to teleport a single individual not knowing that Rowan was a dimension, even if he did everything right and did not fight against the teleportation, his weight would make moving his mass across space nearly an exercise in futility.

In this brief moment, Rowan had to suppress nearly 99.9999999999999999%….. of his weight, and he was surprised at the burst of irritation in his heart when he did this action from the Ouroboros Serpents.

One of the reasons they were lethargic was that his Serpents were carrying his entire dimension in a manner of speaking. This was an unexpected benefit of merging his bloodline with his Dimensional flesh.

An Ouroboros Serpent was a force of destruction whose savagery and barbarity knew almost no limits. The Primordial Ouroboros was different but its nature was still primal and untamed. If Rowan had no dimensional flesh, then it would be nearly impossible for him to sit down for a thousand years on the frozen road because his powerful bloodline would rebel, their urge to devour and fight against their ancient enemy, the Primordial.

They would push him to pursue power without ceasing, and at this moment he would most likely be in the midst of battle, consuming universe after universe, but the extreme weight of Rowan's dimension acted as a leash on his bloodline, and the Serpents spent most of their time in a daze, adapting to the strain of carrying a dimension.

If Rowan did not progress his strength forward, increasing his dimensional size and tier, then in time, the serpents would be strong enough to easily carry his weight, then the urges would arise and he would become a Berserker that devoured universes.

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The three of them reappeared in front of the cottage on top of the massive tree and Rowan could see creation unfold before him, he did not distract himself with this sight but focused on the actions of the Will Holders.

A wave of a hand brought out comfortable chairs, tables with steaming wine, and a large green orb that hovered a few inches above the table, precisely at its center, Rowan looked at this floating orb in surprise before looking around him.

A single lead from this tree was as large as a mile and was so thick it could support a mountain even without adding any of its more special properties.

The moment he stepped foot on the leaves, a vast glowing pattern appeared around his feet, it was incredibly complex and was more than a thousand feet across. Rowan also noticed this pattern appear around the feet of the Will Holders, but theirs were more basic and far smaller.

With the appearance of this pattern around him serving as a sort of final confirmation, the Will Holders bowed deeply,

"Welcome Sanctified Scion to our humble dwelling, I hope you will be open to the small offerings we offer. On the borders of the kingdom, we are pledged to a humble and simple life, as our duty gives existence meaning."

Detecting the undertone of pride in those words Rowan nodded, "A minimalist living, that is something I can appreciate, when one can have all the excesses of life and yet choose to focus on the necessities only, it is a path I fear not many immortals take. The great heights you have reached are a testament to your perseverance."

They both seemed to be pleased with his words, and Rowan smiled as he sat down, taking a large drink from the offered wine, it would seem that some tradition was multiversal, perhaps for good reason, as Rowan recalled the vision he saw on his Spirit Matrix Gate on the death of the Primordial of Time and Evil.