Chapter 1529: Impossible Foundation Building
Rowan's bloodlines fed on his Origin Land, destroying it and consuming countless tonnes of earth, enough to build a hundred universes every year, and this was just the beginning.
Even though his dimensional flesh could withstand this amount of deterioration, that was only for the short term; not even a Primordial Domain could endure this sort of consumption for long.
As the strength and appetites of his bloodlines increased, his dimensional flesh and Origin Land would be destroyed; it was inevitable.
This would take a long time; perhaps multiple Major Eras might pass, but his Origin Land would inevitably be consumed to nothingness. But that would only happen if Rowan had the trait of destruction.
If Rowan controlled only Destruction, he could still cultivate despite the consumption of his bloodlines on his Origin Land, and he would reach the level of a Primordial.
With such a power level, he would push back the date of his end towards an extremely distant time that he could not even fathom. Nonetheless, his bloodlines would also reach the Primordial level alongside him, which would be his end at a particular moment.
Rowan had another equation in play that made this Fate that should have befallen him take a turn for something more beneficial.
The oceans of Ether and Essence flooding back into the nine mountains and the nine chasms surrounding Sheol was the other part of the equation that gave it balance, Creation, because as much as his bloodlines took from him, so did they equally give back to him.
His city exploded in a brilliant light, and the nine mountain ranges began to grow.
The light of the stars was previously hollow, all shell with no substance. The worlds within his city were beautiful, but they were simply ordinary. The only mysteries they contained were the uniqueness of their construction, which showcased Rowan's sublime craftsmanship and the strength of their material.
Sheol was born from the Origin Land, which meant every grain of dust here was extremely tough, every drop of water was as heavy as a mountain, and even the air possessed a weight that would crush the lungs of giants. The least life form that could live here would have to maintain the power of a Minor God; nothing weaker would be able to survive.
All of this was due to the grace of Rowan who had built this city for life to thrive, outside of Sheol, it was difficult to imagine who would be strong enough to reach the nine mountain ranges that surrounded it, and if by chance they succeeded, would they be able to cross the nine oceans?
Sheol was made for the growth of his children because he wished that one day they would be strong enough to leave the boundary of his city.
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