The Primordial Record-Chapter 1525: The Bizarre One

With these words that reaffirmed his position at the peak of the sixth-dimensional level still resounding in the air around him, Rowan opened his consciousness, and several glowing tendrils of light whose color could not be determined emerged from his chest.

The eyes of the Avatars of his bloodline lit up as these tendrils grew closer to them. They could all sense the potent powers of the Origin Land emerging from these tendrils, and once they were connected to them, these bloodlines would be able to take root in the Origin Land.

Upon reaching the fifth-dimensional level, Rowan's dimensional flesh was now so powerful that it no longer needed the power of his bloodlines to function, and he could instead grow as he was as a dimension without any backing of a bloodline, but that was not a path that Rowan desired to follow because he was heading towards war and he needed all the powers that his bloodlines could grant him.

Rowan was not someone who easily got rid of tools, especially when they were important, with the awakening of his bloodlines, they were no longer tools to him, but his loyal children, connected in ways that none of the rest of his creations could fathom.

As he grew stronger and evolved into a dimension, his relationship with his bloodline was no longer one of dependence but symbiosis, just like his future vision had revealed to him, his Origin Land would feed his bloodlines and they in turn would fuel his growth.

At the fifth dimensional level, he would not have been able to withstand merging his Origin Land with all of these powerful bloodlines and he would have gone insane if that were to happen, but now with the reach of his Memory Dimension, he was able to carry all of these bloodlines.

Without merging with his Origin Land, these bloodlines were not yet activated, and so their weight was something that he could easily carry, but if he had made the mistake of activating these bloodlines when he was still at the fifth-dimensional level and they began to grow, unfurling their full weight upon him, then Rowan consciousness would simply collapse.

He was already carrying such a heavy burden with the countless creations and Titles under his banner, the activation of three Origin Bloodlines inside a mere fifth-dimensional body would be madness, and if not for his intuition, then Rowan would have fallen a thousand years ago when he created his Origin Land.

His dimensional flesh was ridiculously powerful, his strength had become something that could not be easily found anywhere, but that was simply fleshy body power, and there was no subtlety within. Of course, if he took the time to cultivate his dimensional flesh, acquiring the power of more Eos, which was the new scale of reference to calculate his physical attributes, then one day he would become so powerful that he would be able to crush anything with a single finger.

Perhaps if he lived in a Reality where there was no danger, then Rowan would not merge with any bloodline, be it Primordial or Origin, he would simply cultivate his dimensional flesh as it was, but if he was to follow this path, he would simply become a grand feast for the powerful to plunder.

All bloodlines carried a weight to their existence, and the more powerful the bloodline was, the more of this weight that they carried, some would call this weight Karma, but Rowan knew it was just the baggage that followed every major power in Reality.

An immortal with a minor bloodline of a Great Whale would hardly face any consequences of having such a bloodline, but he whose bloodline seemed to be able to devour other Primordial Bloodlines would surely face a harsh consequence for possessing such power.

However, no matter the weight that comes with carrying this bloodline, Rowan was determined to possess it because not having it would be the worst outcome.

Rowan could not imagine what his Fate might become if he had no method of possessing a bloodline as a Dimension, he would simply be a fish on the chopping block. The Primordial Record had its own weight that affected Rowan's life, but its ability to give him the power of bloodlines even as a Dimension was something that was extremely crucial to his existence.

This thought led him to enlightenment as he figured out that Reality must have faced the same situation just like him, but unlike him, Reality had no access to a Singularity like the Primordial Record, or if it did, its consciousness was so alien that it could not merge with a Singularity, like asking an elephant to fit into the eye of a needle, even if the intent was clear, its constitution made such a thing impossible.

Rowan was a living dimension, a Reality unto himself, and if he could keep growing without any interference, then in the future he would inevitably reach the ninth-dimensional level, and if he had no access to bloodlines, then he would not have enough tools to defend himself if by chance Primordials encountered him and decide to plunder his foundations for themselves.

His bloodlines gave him abilities that were not meant for a dimension. Just his Aether Pool could be seen as infinite. Such a thing should be normal for a dimension, after all, they were responsible for the uptake of the countless beings within them that would want that Aether but Rowan could also be seen as an immortal with access to the Aether Pool of a Dimension, and this was just one of the advantages granted to him by his status.

If he was not wrong then this was what happened with Reality in the past with the Primordials, it possessed power but did not have the means to express that power, and it was possible that although Reality might be conscious, its consciousness must not be as polished as Rowan's and could be quite uncomplicated.

This was not a strange concept to Rowan who had come across many universes whose consciousness could be described as slow and whose pattern of thinking was quite bizarre.

In the larger scheme of things, Rowan considered himself to be the bizarre one.