The Primordial Record

Chapter 1383  Molding Dimensions (1)

Rowan slowly allowed the wealth of information and hence power that the Primordial Record had unlocked within him to flood his body, manifesting the change that he had been holding back. There was so much of it that it shook him to the core of his being. It was true that these changes would have helped him in the battle with the World Stele, but he needed time and a place where he could not be distracted, the ascension he made in that battle was risky enough, adding this on top of that would be madness.

At this time he was barely a skeleton that was still collapsing into ash, the entirety of his flesh was gone, and even his right hand he used to hold the last vestiges of the flames of Death was not even connected to his broken body, but this was good, because with the acknowledgment of his new bloodlines, titles, and abilities, his body was going to be making another Ascension, and for that to happen, his flesh had to be destroyed, and the power of Death had done a marvelous job of breaking him down to the basic.

There were other tools that he could have used to bring himself to this point, but he was not sure they would have been able to crush his dimensional flesh to this extent where except for his hands of destruction, he was almost a blank slate.

There was a mound of ashes that spread across more than a million light years, and it was the remnants of Rowan's flesh, hovering above those ashes were two hands of destruction, and one of those hands was clenched into a fist and within it was flickering green flames.

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