The Primordial Record

Surrounded by twelve Supreme Circles, Rowan’s second dimension exploded into the third, and a humanoid figure that resembled a black cloud filled with stars nearly filled the entirety of Rowan’s shell accompanied by a mighty roar.

Two spots of burning golden flames on the head of the black cloud were Rowan’s eyes which seemed to be in a sort of daze because his consciousness was occupied by multiple massive occurrences that were simultaneously being handled. Unlike his dimensional flesh at the third dimension that was complete, his new body was still a bit ephemeral, because it was no longer the peak of his existence, merely a ladder to his new stature.

However, his new third-dimensional flesh was far stronger than his previous flesh, with potential that had barely been unleashed, already his third dimension had barely been realized and it was about to burst out of his previous shell.

His Aether and Essence were combining furiously, their elevation surging ahead as they were adapting to the strain of fueling a body that was becoming many times more powerful. Of the many inhabitants of his dimensions, the greatest among them had their hands full with survival and protecting those below them, and all of Rowan’s Angels were fully committed to protecting the many living souls within him.

Transformation could sometimes be a violent process, and that violence was reflected in Rowan’s explosive growth that was compressing many billions of years of constant growth in the barest fraction of the time needed for such a change.

The previous shackles that had held back the growth of his attributes had been broken, and that meant Rowan’s size and powers were no longer being restrained and he could begin to blitz forward with unreasonable efficiency.

What was happening inside his dimension was a test for those living inside of him, with all of the assistance he was giving them, if they could not survive his evolution then they were not suited to be a member of a living dimension.

His evolutions in the future would be getting increasingly more powerful, and anything that could not keep up would be left in the dust, it was the inevitable price for progress.

With access to so much Soul Energy, if Rowan could complete his elevation to the fourth dimension, there was nothing that could stop him from pushing to the extreme limits of the fourth-dimensional state in little to no time.

He had never had any barriers within his present cultivation level and the only challenge he usually faced was reaching that level, and these challenges came about because of Rowan’s unreasonable desire to ensure every step he took forward was beyond perfect.

Soul energy thundered in his consciousness, their roar was beyond deafening as billions of soul crystals flooded his dimension at every passing moment, the harsh buzzing of the Supreme Circles as they released unrelenting waves of power was shattering his shell to pieces, slowly revealing its contents to the outside world, and the elevation of his Essence, Soul, and Wills was reaching such a profound level that Rowan should have been screaming as everything that was inside him was taken beyond the limits, but his heart was calm and steady, it was in the midst of extreme chaos that his stable side shone through.

The expansion of his dimensional flesh pushed the limits of the twelve Supreme Circles, as they expanded to fit his massive form, and even though having twelve Supreme Circles should have trumped carrying just nine, every Supreme Circle had its unique function, and the collective powers that could be obtained from owning nine supreme Circle was greater than having twelve incomplete Supreme Circles.

Every Circle grew stronger the higher it went, so the power of the first three Circles which were white, was lesser than the next sets of Circles which were red, and this was also reflected in the last sets of Circles. Rowan did not know why the Primordial Circles were fashioned in this manner, and it was a warning sign to him that just because he could perfectly duplicate their powers, did not mean that he understood all their functions or the overall purpose of their creation. Primordials could be tricky if they set their minds to it.

Twelve Supreme Circles could not perfectly bind his dimensional flesh, however, this was not a problem for Rowan because he was not planning to stop here, and he calmly summoned the last of the Supreme Circles,

"Seventh Circle… Open!"

"Eighth Circle… Open!"

"Ninth Circle… Open!"

Fifteen Supreme Circles surrounded Rowan, and with the present state of his massive body that was the size of a third-dimensional universe, the complete charm of the circles was revealed, resembling fifteen massive rings of light, their power could not be fathomed by most immortal minds.

With fifteen Supreme Circles, the growth of his dimensional flesh that had nearly burst out of his battered shell was slowed to an imperceptible crawl, and then Rowan began to copy the last three circles, already familiar with this process, his three Chambers labored ahead to accomplish his vision as the endless fuel of Soul energy quenched his need for fuel.

It did not take long for him to discover that the complexity of these last three circles was ten times greater than the first six combined, and he might have to adjust the time frame that he needed in order to fully complete this circle. Their powers turned out to be far greater than he had previously envisioned, and he knew that without this bounty of souls that he had gained from Doom Star, then his present evolution would be impossible, and he would have needed to spend many billions of years or perform a stupendous act of slaughter across reality to fund his progress in the Supreme circles.

His vast consciousness was already making adjustments into the future, predicting patterns and placing aside future affairs that could be implemented later, and although this process was fiendishly complex, his increasing dimensional state was leading to an overall growth in his consciousness and his dimensional soul. All of these were just to adjust to the overwhelming demands of copying the last of the Supreme Circles.

Hundreds of millions of soul crystals were vanishing at every moment, powering this ungodly power spike that Rowan was undergoing, and yet he was still calling for more. It did not take long for the amount of Soul Crystals that he had expended in these few moments to become a hundred times the number he had spent creating the first six Supreme Circles.

These last three Supreme Circles contained far more components that could only exist in one place at a time, and his Will of Time and the Will of Elder were stretched to their limits, but those limits were constantly being broken as Rowan’s growth seemed unstoppable, and the limits he had a moment before were being pushed backward, and now it was almost as if it was a race between his growth and his potential to see who would come ahead.

The appearances of the newly copied Supreme Circles began to materialize and they were black. Their presence was like a black hole, sucking in everything, and awareness entered Rowan’s consciousness about his true path to the fourth dimension when everything about him was bound under eighteen Supreme Circles.

His massive body simultaneously shrank and expanded as he reached the fourth dimension before Rowan vanished.

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