Rowan smirked, “You call my dreams foolish, yet you flee, like a rat with its tail on fire.”
The Narghal Tyrant frowned before saying, “You are lucky that a greater portion of my strength lies in the pillars it supports, or else I shall crush you like the bug that you are.”
Rowan shook his head in pity, “I am coming for your throne.”
“You have already lost the chance.” the Narghal Tyrant replied and apparently done with the conversation, turned to leave, and he did not place the next actions made by Rowan to be his concern, it was his greatest mistake.
Rowan brought out his Tower of Greed, but he covered it with his fist after he shrank the Treasure to the size of a grain of sand, and he said to the departing figure, “My words are heavier than gold,” even as he activated the Origin Treasure—Tower of Greed.
A single floor from the Tower was consumed, leaving three floors behind, the pale Tower gleaming like bleached bones under the midday sky…
This was not the first time he was using this Treasure and he aimed to understand the mysteries behind its creation and usage, this was a long-term goal, and every chance he had, even in the midst of battle, he took the chance to learn as much as he could from it.
Rowan burned his vitality and channeled Eruption into his Agility to make sure that time went by as slowly as it could make it in his perception, what he saw happened is fast, only with this method could he glimpse a small portion of it.
A familiar sight came to him, something he now knew was called The River of Time. A place so powerful and mysterious, it affected all the Universes inside the Great Darkness.
The River of time, If it could truly be called a river, was a place where its dimension defied anything he had ever personally witnessed
He could hardly understand what he was even seeing, but he could feel its Aura and it was palpable, it was broad and endless, and Rowan knew trying to understand any part of it would lead him to madness.
It contained multiple universes and other primordial bodies that defied meaning and comprehension, he could feel certain Auras floating above the River of Time that any sort of observation from him would be enough to turn his mind to mush.
This place appeared both conceptual and real at the same time, almost like… his Nascent Primordial Bloodline!
His City of Sheol had a similar concept, it could change endlessly, seeming both real and unreal at the same time to an observer.
Then he saw the Ouroboros Serpent break through the water, pushing a spinning universe aside with its broad head and struggling to push itself through the wave that flowed inexorably in a single direction. .𝒎
Rowan’s quick action bore fruit as he discovered something new about the entire process.
There was not just one single Ouroboros Serpent pushing through the River of Time as he had first thought, because beneath the waves five other Ouroboros Serpents were coiled around the body of the single Ouroboros Serpent fighting to stay above the wave, lending it their collective strength and battling against the very flow of time itself.
Rowan suddenly had a thought, he always went back a few seconds because he believed he was too powerful, but was that the only factor here?
He was bringing part of the future into the past, something that anyone else would call impossible, perhaps the reason he could not go back further into the past was due to his current strength.
He queried that if his Ouroboros Serpents were to become stronger, then would it not be possible for him to be able to last longer and push his way further back into the past while holding all the gains from the future?
The quickest way to settle this hypothesis was to quickly develop his Ouroboros Bloodline further.
He was so close to his goals of Incarnation, and when he reached the Second Supreme Circle with his Ouroboros Bloodline, then his babies would have enough power to push back not just seconds, but maybe even days!
With the speed he could develop his strength, Rowan would be invincible in a short period of time.
The deed was done, and he had broken the universal rule again. Time was his biggest supporter.
Rowan’s eyes opened thirty-five seconds in the past, and he was inside the Tribulation Ring attempting to push his way out of it, the Narghal Tyrant appeared before him, and as it was attacking he screamed, “Then you shall not win!”
“I already did, now I’m just cleaning the house,” Rowan whispered as he unleashed another wave of the Primordial Sea of Darkness, this time, he wanted more control, than an all-around blast, but it was still useless as he could not control his Territory in a fine manner.
What he managed to do was to unleash another Icy world the size of a Minor world, but he used almost double the amount of Aether than he previously used to defeat the Narghal Tyrant.
He could easily move through the frozen world, and he reappeared over it. Standing on its surface, he could see how disastrous his Territory was to the reality around it.
It was like his Aether was as heavy as a mountain, and reality was a fragile piece of paper trying to hold it up.
Rowan sighed before he drew back his Territory inside of him, all this while, what he had been unleashing was just a single percent of his Territory, and already he was destroying the universe on a large scale.
He had unleashed two percent and the Narghal Tyrant was dead, the Tribulation Ring destroyed.
Rowan scowled in thought, he could not fight like this, not when he was still inside the universe. If he did he would draw too much attention, he was not afraid of just enemies, that was just a small factor in this issue, the real problem would be the universe itself.
He had to know how much damage Reality could sustain before he was rejected from the universe if he damaged it too quickly. This was something the universe was very capable of doing, as it would send its guardians against him, to purge him out—An Empyrean would be sent to do this job, and Rowan did not believe he was strong enough to win at this time.
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