The Primordial Record

The infinity bubble Rowan found himself in was now silent, its previous appearance altered, and if anyone else entered into this space the only thing they would see was the entirety of the Wills running rampart, seeming to flow towards one central location but in the infinity bubble distance and direction was extremely hard to predict and understand.

Rowan was unaware of how much this matter had aided him, or else he would have been discovered in a short time, meanwhile what Rowan could see with his perception were just an infinite number of chains whose ends could not be seen, stretching into the distance and disappearing into the void.

From a distance, Rowan's soul could not be seen, just an endless mass of chains, some were as large as mountains, while others were smaller than a spider's silk, somehow, they still found a way to fit inside the human-sized soul of Rowan, but this was not strange, in the dimension of the soul, size was meaningless. freēnovelkiss.com

This state of being kept in place continued for another two years, as Rowan's only connection with the outside world was a vague surge of information from the Shiik and the Blood Blessed outside his body.

It had been six years since his battle with the Divine Ascendant in the threshold above.

On this day, something changed that broke the silence shrouding this place for the last two years. The chains rattled, all of them. Only someone who knew the significance of this would understand how utterly ridiculous such a concept was, but everything happening inside this infinity bubble was unexpected already.

Rowan had spent the last two years doing only one thing, he was strengthening his soul.

This was the only path forward because there was no way he was going to be mastering an infinite amount of Will, even if he had all the time in the world, that path led only to madness. Wills were not just techniques, they were pathways to higher dimensions, and he was a dimension, granted he could master thousands of similar Wills and align them to a specific portion of his dimension.

For instance, his Angels had the elements of light, flame, speed, and so forth. He could master similar Wills and bound them to a portion of his dimension, in essence, create a Heaven for his Angels, and he could do so for all his now four bloodlines, but even if he mastered millions of similar wills, that was still a drop in an ocean to the Wills that had crowded all through his soul.

If he attempted to master all these Wills despite the challenges he would face doing so, and then somehow survive the madness that would inevitably occur, then he would have to come to terms with the fact that he would need nearly an entire Minor Era to progress his dimension from the Fourth level to the Fifth level.

Although Rowan was curious about the sort of qualitative changes that might arise from owning an infinite number of Fourth-dimensional Wills, it would simply keep him on his back foot for too long.

He was stuck with these Wills, and if he remained in this way for long he would be trapped for eternity, just another small part of Time that had fallen under the machinations of the Primordial.

In the visions, the Primordial had promised Time that his bloodline would be preserved, and with what was happening here Rowan came to a horrifying conclusion, what if the Primordials had allowed the bloodline of Time to flourish for a while, and when the right moment was reached, they merged them into the infinity bubble that characterized the higher dimensions.

It was a crazy thought but somehow Rowan could not reconcile the vision of Time he had seen, and the abomination that was the Third Prince and the shadows who were a pale copy of the Primordial of Time and Evil, something destructive must have happened to push a Primordial to that state, because he was not always like that.

However, he did not think he would be able to even survive for long if he did not find ways to resolve his present dilemma.

Rowan had been exploring this little bubble of infinity, and the countless other bubbles that surrounded it. Progress was almost nonexistent due to his detained status, but he was able to figure out something that made him panic, this bubble of infinity was Doom Star, and all those bubbles that extended for infinity in all directions were other dimensions.

Doom Star as well as other higher Dimensions had been able to acquire the power to contain Wills, most likely due to the effort of the Primordials who used the body of Time to serve as glue, and although Doom Star was separate from the rest of reality, it must have acquired this power in the past before the separation, or it may be something that every dimension would naturally acquire when they reach a certain level.

This meant that Rowan had just taken the path of Will away from the entire realm of Doom Star. In any other places, Rowan was sure that such a thing might not be noticed for millions perhaps even many trillions of years, but not on a realm like Doom Star, whose souls like nature gave them a clear advantage in the acquiring of Will.

It would not take long for them to discover him, and already Rowan was noticing various probing gaze roaming through this place.

Unlike him whose soul power was so massive and was aligned with the nature of Time inside the infinity bubble which allowed it to encapsulate the entirety of this infinity bubble, the others had to slowly search, and with more and more gaze filling this place every day, it was only a matter of time until someone located him, and his location in this place was triangulated with the city he was situated, and then all hell would break loose.

Although he doubted that anyone could cause him harm inside this bubble, once they could discover his real location, high-level Will Holders would tear him to pieces.

Rowan was already channeling a hundred percent of his Soul Energy towards growing his soul power, and although he had not checked on the Blood Blessed for almost three years, the amount of soul strengthening he had been gaining from them was growing almost exponentially, they must have seen the various preparation he had set in place to facilitate their growth and they were going to need to grow as quickly as possible because Rowan could not be hidden forever.

The chains rattled again, and this time it was much louder, it raised such great cacophony that the entire infinity bubble vibrated.

From within the cocoon of wrapped chains, a fair hand emerged that was free of any chains.

Rowan had managed to strengthen his soul in two years to such a dramatic extent that it was three times as powerful as it was two years ago. His soul power was already ridiculous, tripling it in two years was unimaginable, and yet he had succeeded.

This had been enough for him to free up only one hand, since his soul was much more powerful, it could hold more chains, if this trend continued, in two decades or less, his soul would have become so powerful, that he would be able to hold the entire Will Chain of this dimension in a small corner of his soul.