The Primordial Record

Rowan had always been passively using his Titles because he had no option. After all, he could only activate these Titles if he surpassed the third-dimensional level.

The Primordial Record had previously informed him that they would be a potent source of power, but since he already had the strength to shake reality, he simply used them for their passive bonuses and did not really see any major advantage if he wanted to use them in battle, but Rowan was glad that he was wrong in their utility and he had underestimated the powers of his Titles because these Titles had blown up his offensive assaults to a realm that even he was having difficulty comprehending.

His chance for success and surviving the battles ahead just took a massive step forward.

This experience was a new one for him because he was delving deeper into the functionality of his Singularity that he never had access to before, as these Titles were a representation of the merger of the Primordial Record and his dimension, and it was an enlightening process to observe the method his powers were expressed through the intervention of the Primordial Record.

The powers he was gathering between his palms had reached a ridiculous level, so many esoteric forces that were growing and being compressed repeatedly into a chaotic soup of such massive power that it was beginning to strain Rowan’s essence regenerative rate, which was extremely surprising because, at the fifth-dimensional level, his energy stores had become broken.

His Aether and Essence had not even completed their evolution to a higher level to support his fourth-dimensional body before he evolved again to the fifth dimension triggering another evolution in his Aether and Essence.

Without the massive amount of Soul Crystals pouring into his dimension and facilitating the growth of his energy stores, Rowan had stopped counting when he had spent more than ten billion soul crystals and his dimension was still seeking more.

The evolution of his Aether and Essence was extremely strange because when he was a third-dimensional entity, his Aether and Essence had already reached an extremely potent state in order to support a massive living dimension like him, he had long stopped comparing the strength of his Aether to other immortals, because the difference was simply night and day, the next logical steps for him would be to form Aetherium and he believed that the Aetherium that he could create from his Aether would create a new stage to define what it meant to be powerful across all of reality, but now that his energy and essence stores had evolved twice, they had become something different.

His Aether and Essence still took the same form, with his twin Seas of Darkness and Ambrosia flowing around his dimension, and his Essence that resembled a solid block of diamonds flowing through massive ley lines throughout his dimension that resembled the circulatory system in a mortal’s body.

At this moment the power that was exuding from his essence and aether stores would make his previous energy store resemble lukewarm water, and a conservative estimate would place them at about twenty times more potent than his previous energy stores until he fully inherited the powers of his fifth-dimensional body and completely pushed his Wills to the city dimension, there were still a lot of avenues for their growth.

This meant that he could still expect that the power of his energy stores could reach thirty times more powerful than his previous energy stores, and this was the result he was expecting when he converted his Aether to Aetherium, and now he was getting the level of power with his base Aether alone!

However, as amazing as these changes were, they did not distract him from the weird transformations that his energy stores had undergone, and it was only because of his great intellect that he could quickly understand what the changes in his energy stores meant, and his realization left him dumbstruck; they had gained a rudimentary form of sentience!

His Aether and his Essence were now alive?!

As he crushed Nemesis between his palms with his new offensive methods he could hear countless cries from his Aether and Essence…

"Yiyaa… Yiyaa…"

"Aahhh… Crush!!!.... Arrhhhgh…"

"Dominate all and see our enemies crushed beneath our feet… Muahahahaha…"

Rowan, "...."

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Rowan’s body had nearly finished being assembled from the void. He should have been naked, but the forces of space were his devoted servants, and they clothed him from his waist downwards with a garment made from the darkness of the void and a hundred billion stars of all colors and sizes.

The garment seemed like a curtain made from the stuff of a universe as it flowed and rippled, across its surface danced the stars, and that was not even counting the moons, asteroids, comets, nebulae, and other more mystical heavenly bodies like black holes, neutron stars, among many others.

Before his evolution, Gothra’inul the titan had been five times bigger than him, but now Rowan’s present size would place him to be about three times bigger than the titan, and he was still growing!

At the moment a massive crown was beginning to be formed on his head. However, The crown did not rest upon his head, but hovered above it, slowly rotating and shedding its light unto the utterly glorious form of Rowan.

With size as the only indicator, it would show that Rowan’s present essence capabilities were greater than an ancient titan at the eighth-dimensional level!

Even in the midst of destruction, it was almost as if the realm held its breath before the appearance of Rowan whose beauty could make reality close its eyes in shame, for they were not worthy to see it.

The cries of Nemesis were unrelenting, reaching a feverish pitch that would kill higher dimensional immortals, and then a threshold was crossed, and the entity imploded.

Rowan almost staggered as his arms were pulled forward and a third of his energy stores were drained, but the writhing form in his palm was still, and its cries silent.

The space behind Rowan rippled,

"BOOM!!!"

He slowly turned around to see a massive body that had been flung back for billions of miles, trailing blood and leaving dozens of broken limbs behind that had nearly been crushed into a paste.

The titan Gothra’Inul had attempted to ambush him at the moment that the cries of Nemesis had gone silent, Rowan’s energy stores had been drained drastically and there was a brief gap where he was vulnerable, and it was a testament to his experience that Gothra’Inul could see that vulnerability and acted upon it, but it was a shame that he had access only to his Essence, and Rowan’s vulnerability was relative.

What had repelled the titan was simply his Telekinetic Forcefield around his body that had been boosted by his living Aether and Essence, in addition to all his Titles. The sentient energy in his body had granted his Telekinetic force field a mind of its own, and even without Rowan’s interference, it had gathered all its energy to not only block the sneak attack from the titan but also seriously injure it.

Thousands of telekinetic tentacles shot out from Rowan’s body and plunged into all the discarded flesh of Gothra’Inul that were attempting to return back to the body of their owner, and he drained them of every single bit of vitality, transforming them into dust.

The backlash of this move made the titan scream in pain as it held its multiple heads in shock.

Rowan’s hands were still closed and he slowly opened them, although Nemesis had gone silent, it didn’t mean that he had killed that entity, for he had not received its soul.

In the distance, the titan spat out blood from multiple heads and he looked at Rowan with shock, fear, and surprisingly disdain in his eyes,

"You act so high and mighty, but I have tasted your Aura, and you are just a fifth-dimensional immortal… Do you think you have the capability to kill us? Everything you do is for naught, and no matter how much you rage, or how potent your strength could become, before the might of our standing, it is useless."

Rowan was silent and he looked at his palm, at first there seemed to be nothing on it, Nemesis appeared to have been crushed to Nothingness, but then reality rippled and a shadow began to grow in between his palms. In the distance, Gothra’Inul began to laugh,

"Rowan, you will learn to fear your betters."

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