Rowan had not forgotten that the consciousness he had used when he t Caine had been carefully doctored to reveal only what he wanted the Great Betrayer to see, but this was before he knew of Spirit Emanations and the possibility that Caine was not truly searching through only his mories but his Spirit also.
Caine had said a puzzling passage, pulled from Rowan's previous life on earth and he had taken it as nonsense, a thod to throw him off his ga due to the reveal that he was aware that Rowan was a Transmigrator.
"It goes like this: … a stone was cut from a mountain—but not by human hands. The stone struck the feet, completely shattering the iron and clay. Then the iron, the clay, the bronze, the silver, and the gold were crushed and blown away without a trace, like husks of wheat at threshing ti. But the stone beca a trendous mountain that covered the entire earth."
For a brief mont, Rowan almost went crazy with panic, but with a force of will that had been borne from handling various terrifying situations and triumphing over every single one of them, he placed his mind at ease, sothing that was not easy but he had to simply force himself to adapt. Whatever changes that had already occurred inside his dinsion would not be solved by sheer panic, and he would rather learn more about Spirit Emanations from Old Man Seed.
Caine was a profound deceiver and he could make anyone believe in the lies he weaves, but there was nothing that could hide his surprise at the end when Rowan had won. He was missing a crucial piece of the puzzle here and only a cool analytical mind would solve it.
"Focus Romion!" the harsh voice of the old man added a bit more light to Rowan's eyes and threw the last of the haze that burdened his consciousness, "Don't allow your mind to be burdened by mistakes of the past, there is an opportunity for you to make great progress in the future, focus on that and don't make the oversight of dwelling on past errors that you have no way of understanding and focus on the test before you. Do not waste my teachings by dwelling on a past that could easily be corrected by the actions of the present."
Rowan nodded in acknowledgnt, all of his lesser consciousness pillars were channeled into unraveling the mysteries of Caine's disappearance inside his dinsion, while he focused on this battle in the past which signified the end of an Era, and the beginning of a new one.
The goal was to learn as much as he could and use this new knowledge to leverage the abilities he had, pushing them all to greater heights and correcting the flaws inside his body. Learning from the mistakes of the past, Rowan did not focus on everything as he had beco used to, he chose to disregard the sight that made use of his consciousness, and channeled his mind into his fleshy body, using the vision of the Primordial Ouroboros Serpents.
Rowan had beco used to using his consciousness to perceive the world and had unconsciously disregarded the eyes of his body, in many ways, he was still adapting to the process of creating a pri consciousness pillar, and singling out his perception to one stream of focus.
As a hive mind, having a singular vision was not in its nature, and using his consciousness sight he could focus on many events at once but if he used his fleshy sight it was the opposite.
The creation of a single powerful consciousness pillar was to combat this event and create a balance inside his consciousness, but at the ti he did this while in the frozen waste, he had not even considered the issue of balance.
This ti he disregarded his consciousness and after more than a thousand years since he recreated his fleshy body, he began using the eyes of the Primordial Ouroboros.
The first thing he did was to shut off his entire perception, not focusing on his dinsion and the myriad of stimulations inside of it but shutting it off entirely, pulling out his eyes from the entirety of his dinsion and leaving him in complete darkness and silence, like a mortal who had placed themselves in a sensory deprivation tank. His sense of self, almost vanishing.
Rowan nearly gasped, for so long he had lived in a world filled with information, from the smallest changes in an atom to the transitions in weather across millions of worlds, to the voices of billions of his children, and the quiet voices of nature as a seed pushed itself into the earth and an ant gather food for its colony.
Every single mont had been filled with sounds, sensations and so much more…endlessly.
The darkness and the silence were humbling, for they drove everything away from his mind, and allowed him to focus on only himself. Even his thousand years of isolation could not equal a single second that his perception floated in emptiness and silence.
'Why have I never done this before? Why did such a thought never occur to to pull myself away from everything and remain in silence.'
Knowing this thought was slightly flawed as the ti he spent in the frozen waste was a minor transition that showed that slowly he was beginning to understand a new concept, he decided to silence this portion of his mind and understand everything that he was feeling.
Rowan was a bit surprised and amused that he did not want to leave this peace that he had discovered, but he understood that it was the sa as sinking into apathy. This glorious silence was healing his mind but it was selfish. Sowhere along the way he had beco the father of a universe that existed inside him. What sort of a father would he be if he shut himself away from his children?
It was a humbling realization for Rowan when he acknowledged that his children were a responsibility he could not push aside.
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In that darkness, he was able to observe his consciousness in a way that he had never done before, and he found himself anew.
Rowan sighed inside, 'How wonderful is this? Finding yourself over and over again, seeing a universe inside a grain of sand, finding a thousand mysteries in a single word.'
From the darkness, light was born.
Rowan opened his eyes.
Recreating his body had given him new eyes, one that was as colorful and beautiful as the brightest gems in reality. Rowan's prismatic eyes did not contain one color, but hundreds. His iris resembled hundreds of shards of broken light that converged together creating sothing incredibly unique.
After he entered the Frozen Road, Rowan had decided to hide the light of his eyes, dimming it so the color was a mundane green, the sa with his long flowing hair that resembled diamonds, he simply made it blond, and with several minor adjustnts to his face, he was able to reduce his otherworldly beauty to sothing that was easily comprehended by others.
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