There were still small pockets of chaos around his Origin Land, but those would soon beco part of the ever-growing vista, as Rowan could sense that soon the Origin Land would begin expanding once more.
After surviving the battle between Rowan and Nyxara, this land underwent not just a transformation but an all-around evolution. He expected great things in the future.
Satisfied that the healing process was going well, Rowan brought the Origin of Soul and pushed it into his chest, where it hovered above his heart. Also surrounding his heart were his Destiny and Fate Origins.
Space Origin was fused with his flesh, but he noticed that a pale haze surrounded the tri-colored sigil in his chest, suggesting that a physical representation of his Space Origin would soon appear.
Rowan knew that keeping all of these Origins floating around inside his body was not the proper way to house them; instead, he should seed them in his flesh. In fact, the Primordial Record had been suggesting such a thing for a while now.
Every ti he opened it, there was a section where it stated:
[First Dinsion Completed - Seed?]
[Second Dinsion Completed - Seed?]
[Third Dinsion Completed - Seed?]
[Fourth Dinsion Completed - Seed?]
[Fifth Dinsion Completed - Seed?]
[Sixth Dinsion Completed - Seed?]
[Seventh Dinsion Completed - Seed?]
[Eighth Dinsion Completed - Seed?]
Before he gained Origin, he had no idea what this section ant. Probing the Primordial Record had just given him vague outlines of so stupendous power. However, at that ti, Rowan was still a lower-dinsional immortal, and he was unable to interpret what all of this could an.
According to the Primordial Record, unlike an average Primordial who could only embody a single Origin, Rowan to hold eight, potentially nine Origins in his body, becoming what should be an Eight-fold Primordial or a Nine-fold Primordial, the final step to reach the ninth dinsional level for soone like him was confusing when technically, everyti he mastered Origin ant he had reached the ninth dinsional level.
However, he could glimpse that path forward, and all of them pointed at seeding each of his dinsions with an Origin power; perhaps that was all he needed to firmly reach the ninth-dinsional level.
But if that were to be the case, then Rowan would have to be picky about the Origins he chose to fuse with his flesh, after all, he had only eight slots, and if things kept proceeding as they should, it was highly possible he would possess more than eight Origins before this war was over.
Rowan was used to suffering from success, and pushed this concern aside; besides, he still had more fusion and a Class Ascension in front of him, which could bring about so unexpected benefits that might solve the present roadblock.
Even when his Origins beca complete, Rowan was not ready to begin seeding his body because he suspected that it would lock his form into a rigid state, making it very difficult to evolve or ascend as he usually could.
Seeding was to be the final step he took when he was sure that he had completed all his preparations, because that would an he was finally becoming an actual Primordial entity, the likes of which had never been seen in existence.
Rowan had made a slight motion with his eyes when he awoke, but that was enough to send tremors throughout the Origin Land; his perception pulsed through the air, carrying a strange and beautiful light that silenced the entire area.
His presence froze ti and space, and except for his bloodlines’ avatars, everything else beca trapped in amber,
"I am pleased with your efforts, prepare my children for awakening."
Rowan said these words to his bloodline avatars before closing his eyes to focus on the Origin of Imagination. His hold over ti and space vanished, allowing the countless creatures that filled the air and prowled through the depths to continue with their lives, unaware of the power that had just passed through this space.
Rowan might have said only a few words, but his language was incredibly rich, placing countless ideas and strategies in the consciousness of his bloodline avatars.
Each of them was tasked with specific objectives, and they were given the tools to make it happen.
Before awakening his children, the first thing he needed to do was recreate his angels. With Rowan’s present abilities, he could skip recreating the angels, Archangels, Sovereigns, and Powers and begin remaking his Seraphims, then Cherubims, Principalities, Dominion, and Throne.
He could even attempt to begin creating Thrones directly, imbuing them with a portion of his powers, but Rowan did not see his Angels as tools; every one of them that he had lost to the Gilded Maw Spell would be brought back to life.
His bloodline Avatars were responsible for the creation of their new shells. When this task was completed, Rowan would breathe life into them.
The New Light he had created had access to many Angels. After half of Heaven fell under her domain, many Celestial Creators served her, but Rowan would not touch any angel from her dominion.
In fact, calling what he was attempting to recreate as Angels was not necessarily the correct term he should be using, because he was going to reshape them from their foundations, making them beco sothing new and special, but since being Angels was the root of their existence, Rowan did not throw it away completely.
Unlike him, who was used to endless transformation, he could not change the Angels to another new form and not retain part of their history inside their bodies; otherwise, they would collapse under the ntal strain of possessing a new form.
After the creation of his Angels, they would begin preparing the land for the billions of children that would be remade under the power of his Origin Land.
With his present bloodline powers and attainnts, Rowan believed that what he could create inside this place may rival anything that had ever existed.
His anticipation of what was to co was tempered by the pain of those he had lost and would never see again, his son, his first friend, his mother...
This pain brought a fresh wave of pain, and Rowan’s spirit howled in anguish as it descended into the depths of the soul’s origin and seized the Origin of Imagination.
"Let the hunt begin!"
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