The Primordial Record

The two rings of fog around Rowan were now fourteen meters in circumference and vibrating with unfathomable power, yet they did not remain in place for long before another ring of fog appeared above it. The space around seemed to explode as a subtle sound that had been quiet before began to increase in pitch.

The sounds were like singing, maybe crying or babbling from a crowd… it was impossible to understand the meaning of the sound, yet there was an incredibly strong urge for one to focus with an obsessive intensity on understanding the meaning of the sound.

A god would run mad trying to understand the sounds the Supreme Circle was making as it became complete.

The three rings increased their diameter to twenty-one meters and the power emerging from Rowan exploded, the entire domain creaked and Rowan was dimly aware that Old Man Seed must be doing something to control the level of destruction because he could feel space tightening around him.

However despite his interventions, the earth below Rowan was shattered for miles and a crater deeper than he could see was created that led into darkness, the sky above shattered to pieces, and the world outside the domain was revealed for a brief moment before it was closed off, and as if the level of destruction was not enough, a fourth ring appeared.

At this moment it was possible to understand a fragment of the sounds emerging from the rings around Rowan, and if Rowan's awareness was focused on what was happening around him, he would have discovered that the sound was a recognizable language.

With four rings with an area of twenty-eight meters surrounding his body, Rowan's presence multiplied, seemingly carrying a weight of its own. His Aura pressed everything to the ground, even the sky above was dragged down to the earth, leaving only a circular purple cloud that revolved around his body and stretched for miles, with mystical purple lightning flashing through the cloud.

His perception still remained inside his body, and he was still unaware of what was happening around him, the song of the Supreme Circle taking over his senses.

Four of the nine rings had disappeared from his mental space, and he knew that with just a thought he could link himself with them, but first, he needed to savor the feeling of a heavyweight leaving his consciousness.

It was not really a physical weight, it was more of an awareness that carried its own gravity, this was the best method Rowan could explain the feeling of holding the unactivated Supreme Circles.

This power was a trap, it was never meant to be wielded by a mortal or an immortal. The sheer weight alone of holding one Supreme Circle would crush any mental space.

A mental space was linked to the soul, and Rowan knew of no one who could equal the strength of his mental space, with his dimensional flesh that had forcefully merged all his powers, it made Rowan's mental space reach a level of stability and power that was unprecedented.

His flesh could be seen as his mental space, and his flesh was a dimension. The formless power of a mental space had been given the tenacity and depths of a physical form via his dimension. Rowan's body was a miracle.

Despite all this, he still felt the weight. Perhaps this power could be carried by higher dimensional beings, but by then they had already exceeded the Supreme Circles, and therefore, this technique was useless to them, as they would not be able to activate it.

A technique as special as this one was not created for everyone, but for someone special, so special that Rowan thought they should not even exist.

This heavy feeling was not unexpected, in fact, Rowan had expected something worse. Each ring of the Supreme Circle carried enough potential that it could be regarded as infinite. It was the culmination of an almost infinite number of techniques presented in its most primal form.

An entire Era was ended in order to craft the Supreme Circle from the ashes. The significance of these rings was far-reaching, and he was only scratching the surface.

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Rowan had decided that the fourth Supreme Circle was going to become the sweet spot between a monstrous freak and a lovable one.

His most powerful bloodline, the Primordial Ouroboros at the moment was at the fourth circle, and its aura eclipsed his other two Immortal bloodlines to such a level that if Rowan did not know that his two other bloodlines were at the Immortal level, which was the fifth circle, then from all outward indications, he would think both of them were still at the fourth circle.

There was no going back in the revelation that he had mastered the Supreme Circle in less than seven centuries, which made him a freak, so Rowan revealed that he mastered not just one circle but four, like ripping off a band-aid, he decided if he could reveal one, he could as well reveal four, but at the least, he kept his unreasonable comprehension under the mortal level.

The thoughts that ran through Rowan's head were simple,

'See… I know I am a freak, but even I have limits, I can only decipher four of the nine Supreme Circles, and even though you should be wary of me, your excitement would balance out that wariness, and you should be thinking that perhaps my limit at the fourth circle is only because I am still mortal, and so the focus will shift from my unreasonable comprehension of the Circle to finding out what are my true limits and exploring what I can become when I am an Immortal. I am still a project you can work on and partially understand, everyone goes home happy. I can buy myself time with this.'

Satisfied with this line of reasoning, Rowan did not spread his perception outside like he used to before, after learning about Spirit Emanations, he would be foolish to ever view the world outside using his Spirit when there were two higher dimensional beings here with him, and so he used the new tools now available to him–The four Supreme Circle that he had just manifested.

His perception viewed through the Supreme Circle was similar to his Spirit Sight, but the difference was that his perception had been split into four parts, with an overall vision superimposing all the four streams of vision entering his mind. So he could view five separate streams of vision at the same time.

Each of the visions he could see was clear and he could see everything around him and understand what he could see for millions of miles around. The Supreme Circle did not only show him the world, they interpreted it for him. Like a gamer who had his identification ability permanently switched on.

Every blade of grass and every gust of wind were analyzed and understood. He could identify the meaning behind everything he was witnessing and saw the complex interplay of energy beneath the shallow veneer of reality.

Knowing that he was peering into the depths of Old Man Seed techniques, the thought was a bit concerning.

Yet there were subtle differences in all the individual visions, and it did not take long for him to identify those differences, and when he did, Rowan sucked in his breath.

He had rated the Supreme Circle to be just one of his most powerful abilities, and even before activating it, this power was creeping into his top three.