The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1530

Chapter 1530: I Bring A Storm

The nine mountains had barely been filled with one percent of the Essence that could fill them up, and so were the Chasms.

There were supposed to be nine oceans of Ether surrounding his Essence Mountains, and by now, even the first chasm had not been filled up to a single percent despite the voluminous amount of Essence and Ether being poured into them.

In his estimation, filling these oceans and mountains would take hundreds of millions of years. Until that was completed, he would not know the proper height his powers could reach at the sixth-dimensional level because he could not see his limit.

What was happening here was that the mountains were growing higher, and the chasms were getting deeper. His dimensional flesh was not dead, and the purpose of creation was to prosper, as from nothingness was birthed something.

The more Essence and Ether flooded his dimensional flesh, the greater his foundations became, and it seemed almost impossible that he would ever be able to reach his limits!

"So, this is the power of an Eclipsed Creator when merged with a dimensional flesh. Everything has a limit, except… me, I will never reach my peak, because I have none…"

No matter how talented they were, such a Class could not be granted to immortals, for they could not carry the Karma that this power entailed.

This talent was incredibly frightening, and Rowan's consciousness, which had been repeatedly tempered after many trials and tribulations, was shaken briefly before he reasserted himself.

It would not matter if he had no limits; if he did not survive this incoming war, then all of his potential would be the prize for the Primordials, and he could barely imagine the sort of monsters they could become if they had his powers and potential.

He swore within himself that in victory or defeat, he must never allow his potential to be gained by his enemies. However, a small part of him could not help but chime in that in the event that he failed, his wishes would not matter, and his Fate would be for the winner to decide.

"Then I will not fail," he growled aloud, and his Origin Land shook at the voice of their Creator.

Rowan could feel the countless consciousnesses blooming inside his city as every world and star developed on an unprecedented path.

In his previous dimensional flesh, despite how rich his Aether and Essence were, not every world within him could create a consciousness that could enhance the energy pathways inside of them, and he mostly seeded those worlds that were able to gain consciousness.

His children fiercely contested those worlds with consciousness because the richest source of Aether and Essence could be found there. The world's consciousness would assist them in breaking through to higher levels because the world could show them the path.

Before he gained his Origin Land and recreated this city, he could never have imagined a scene where every heavenly body inside his dimension would come to possess a consciousness. With the continuous expansion of Sheol, would it be possible that the consciousness of the celestial bodies inside it would soon exceed that of his mortal/immortal children?

Rowan thought he might still be thinking too small. Perhaps he should no longer look at Sheol as a city but as a new form of life, a new variant in creation, his new children.