The Primordial Record

Chapter 1129: Dials Of Time

This situation more than anything had finally shown Rowan the gulf between him and the Primordials.

Time at the moment this happened in the past had no power over the domain of souls, and yet his soul power was strong enough to be spread across an infinite number of dimensions, and he still had enough soul power to maintain his spiritual and physical strength.

Perhaps if his theory about how Time became evil was true then his bloodline would barely contribute a fraction of a fraction of the amount of soul power needed to hold all of these Will chains.

Rowan could barely survive one infinity bubble and he knew that he had one of the most powerful souls in all of existence. It was no wonder that it was widely believed that everything under Primordials were ants, even an infinite number of eight-dimensional Will Holder would not be able to challenge a single Primordial.

Knowing that if he maintained his growth trajectory he would reach that level one day was little comfort at the moment, but Rowan tried not to think about it, he had made a major step that most people in existence would have never succeeded in, he must learn to celebrate his little victories as well.

Freeing his hands was just the first step in the plan that he had been formulating inside his mind, he had a lot of time to think about what he needed to do going forward and it involved his Destroyer.

Before Rowan became a Dimension, his Destroyer was to serve a primary purpose, which was to be his fortress. His destroyer would be so massive it could hold all his armies and would become his beacon to stand against all of creation, but when he became a Dimension, the usage of his Destroyer became more of a weapon than a fortress, but Rowan was going to be bringing back its previous function, and this time, it would not be to be housing people, but Wills.

Apollyon was the name of the Destroyer and it was a Battle Fortress of the Celestials, and it was a weapon that had several levels, each successive level increasing its size and power. It was said that at the fifth level, it would become the size of a universe.

Already Rowan’s Destroyer was at the third level since it grew along with his dimension and its size could already match a universe even though its shape resembled a great sword when it was held by Rowan.

This meant like this dimensional droplet, the shape of Apollyon was highly malleable, and because it had merged with Rowan’s dimension, hence his soul, it could be made to carry the burden of these Wills.

Rowan did not know what would happen when he merged the Will Chains with his Destroyer, but it was the only way he saw in which he could regain his freedom. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

His Destroyer was about to get a rather curious upgrade.

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His hand poking outside the cocoon of chains seemed so small and fragile against the immensity of the chains that surrounded it, and it created a weird visual dissonance to see his small hand poking outside such massive chains yet his hand seemed to be the size of the chains, appearing massive as well, … but also seemingly small.

Rowan’s soul still had the traits of his dimension, it was the size of a universe and it still maintained the visual shape of an eight-foot-tall man. It meant his hand could reach across and pluck the stars from the sky, but to an observer beside him, his hand never grew a single inch, to them he would just seem as if he reached out, and picked the star.

Rowan rotated his palm and gripped the air. For a moment nothing happened and then the entire infinite droplet began to vibrate. The air in front of him began to warp and distort and across the entire infinite droplet, the temperature began to rise.

When Rowan had gained access to a small portion of his Destroyer the moment he merged with the second part of his consciousness, the state of the weapon resembled a shadow of light and cold fire.

Merging with the third part of his consciousness had further strengthened this weapon, and now, it was no longer the shadow of light, it was light itself, and the cold flames now burned hotter than any star in any universe.

The infinite droplet turned white, and a hand so massive that defied meaning reached and grabbed the entire light in its palm placing the infinite droplet into darkness.

Rowan’s hand held the Destroyer and the weapon purred. It was almost as if he was holding a star in the shape of a great sword.

With a flourish that would put any swordsman to shame, Rowan rotated the blade and swung at the chains near him.

His movement was smooth, cleaving left and right and leaving bright trials of light behind every motion.

Apollyon barely paused when it reached it, touched the chains, and bit through it, and as Rowan continued the swinging motion, from left to right, the glow of the blade began to dim. All of these might seem slow to describe but Rowan was swinging his blade thousands of times per second, and every time he swung the blade it bit into the chains, when it was lifted, more than a hundred chains, something tens of thousands of chains would be added to the blade.

In less than an hour, the sword already held a billion chains, and the number of increasing. This also meant that the weight of the Destroyer was getting ridiculous, but a powerful weapon in its own right it was able to support the motion of Rowan’s swings and for the moment he could feel nothing.

With each moment that passed and the blade bit deeper and deeper into the chains, Rowan’s right eye could then be seen through the covering of the chain, and its strange new shape was revealed more clearly.

His pupils resembled the face of a clock with nine dials, and at this moment all the dials were still, but one of them slowly moved and stopped as if it had counted the time.

Suddenly the chains sticking out of the Destroyer tripled. It was almost as if when the dial in Rowan’s eye had moved, the effects of his actions for the past hour had suddenly tripled!

He had been able to harvest nearly two billion Will Chain in the past hour and suddenly that number had multiplied to six billion.

This was the first of Rowan’s strange abilities- Time Stack.

Its effects were heaven-defying because it could affect all aspects of Rowan’s life. It would triple the effect of everything he did in the allotted amount of time set out for it.

If he was a mortal and chose to maybe work out for an hour, with this dial, he would have the benefit of working out for three hours, without any diminishing returns.

This also cut across cultivation, battle, comprehension, crafting, and so on.

This ability seemed simple on the surface, but its effects were almost infinite in possibilities.

Yet this was only the first dial.

The next dial shook and then moved, and the six billion chains on the Destroyer transformed

to eighteen billion!

The third dial shivered and then it moved.