The Primordial Record - Chapter 1130: Heretical Combination

The chains around the sword surged up to fifty-four billion, whereas in a moment before, it was barely two billion. The glow from the great sword had lessened a great deal, and now it was almost as if Rowan was swinging a sword made from chains.

Rowan’s bright eye grew dull, and the fourth dial that was about to move stayed in place, at his present level and soul strength, he could only move three dials. He suspected that if he merged his soul with his dimension he should be about to move at least seven dials, maybe the entire nine.

However, he did not stop swinging the Destroyer, because the Time Stack was simply on cooldown, and before long it would be available again.

Fueled by his ever-growing and extremely powerful soul, his Time-based abilities did not take long to refresh and in another hour he could use it once more, and now the extremely heretical nature of this power revealed itself when paired with the nature of his Ouroboros bloodline.

Rowan had barely been able to gather another two billion Will Chains but when he used Time Stack once more, he did not add another two billion Will Chains like he should have done, but instead, he had gotten one hundred and twelve billion Will Chains.

His Ouroboros Bloodline made sure that every benefit he was receiving across time was not diminished, making Rowan’s present state absolute.

Having a single supreme bloodline was already extremely powerful but when combined with multiple bloodlines of the same tier, the things they were able to achieve became absurd.

Mixing bloodlines was something that was abundantly practiced all through existence, in order to create the perfect bloodline, and although this had brought surprising results, it was still lackluster, and no matter how much lower bloodlines were mixed, they could not match a single Supreme Bloodline.

By their natures, every Supreme bloodline was deemed perfect and they could not be mixed, doing so would inevitably cause the destruction of both, but with the aid of the Primordial Record, Rowan had gathered four Supreme Bloodlines inside one body, and the fantastic thing was that every bloodline had a symbiotic relationship with the next, boosting their already formidable ability to the realm of madness.

This was further proven when another two more stacks on his first dial increased the Will Chains on the Destroyer to three hundred and thirty-six billion.

Then his second dial moved and then the third and the number increased to 3,024,000,000,000. This was three trillion Will Chains in less than two hours!

Using his normal speed, Rowan would have likely taken at least a year to get to this point, even if he was using the Time Stack power, but with Ouroboros greedy nature he gathered all of this in less than two hours, and that meant to him gathering the infinite chains on his soul was no longer a daydream.

In the next hour, he would gather about eighty-four trillion will chains, and this number would keep getting higher, increasing in an exponential manner.

When Rowan knew of the effect of the Time Stack powers, the first thing he attempted to use it upon was on his cultivation of Soul Energy, and although the effect had been promising, it was not as absurd as this one, because the advantages of his bloodlines was also a disadvantage in some areas, especially in the case of their absolute nature.

His bloodline of Sheol was in charge of his Soul Energy and without him being able to directly influence its operation, it adamantly refused to be swayed by the effect of his Time Stack power, it just continuously released the same amount of Soul Energy without any iota of change.

If he had been able to cultivate his soul power the same way he was handling the Will Chains, he would have gotten a thousand times the result in a small portion of the time taken to get to this point.

Although annoying, it was not unexpected, and Rowan consoled himself with the knowledge that if his dimension was complete, he would not need Time Stack for his cultivation when he could have any amount of Soul energy anytime he wanted.

Cultivation for him was almost instant anyway, and the only delay in his progress was always the preparation to get to the stage he needed. The instant the preparation he made was complete he would simply complete the stage instantaneously with soul energy, rendering the effect of Time Stack powers on his cultivation to be unnecessary, however, it was only someone like him who could make such claims.

Freeing this amount of Will chains from his body had exposed Rowan’s head and a small part of his neck, and knowing that unleashing his Destroyer inside of this place would draw attention to his position more quickly than before, he quickened his pace, he needed to gather infinity as quickly as possible.

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A million Blood Blessed were climbing the Ascension Spear. The metallic mountain at the center of their city was given this name after the second month by the Elder’s consensus, due to the fact that it aided in the breakthrough in their bloodline refinement process. Among this million climbing the mountain, Beacon was among them, the first of the Blood Blessed who had attempted the Ascent and gave himself a name upon it, and until this moment his name was still glowing brightly on the Ascension Spear, and since that time the names on the mountain were now in the billions.

He had beaten his record of two thousand feet a while ago as he stepped into the second level of his star, and today he was hoping to push for the third level and finally summon his companion. After nearly two years, Beacon could no longer wait to greet his Natal Treasure. After crossing the two thousand feet mark he had made in the past, every foot higher he climbed, his name that was now etched on the mountain followed him, tracking his progress and like Beacon liked to think, a constant reminder showing him how much progress he has made.

At this moment he had climbed five thousand feet, and he was shooting for six thousand feet during this climb, among the million Blood Blessed climbing the mountains with him, his performance was below average. The last few months had revealed countless monsters among their population.

Beacon did not feel any jealousy, he was only glad that he could be alive during the greatest moments of their civilization, this period would go down in history, and it was a privilege to experience it firsthand.

The pain he felt as he climbed was secondary, it was the feeling of being beside his people, sweating and screaming alongside them as they battled to climb the Ascension Spear. Rowan’s unceasing growth over the years meant that even if he kept nearly all of his powers in check, the slightest bit that escaped from him was making the test of the Ascension Spear more difficult, and with the present state of the mountain, Beacon would have not been able to climb more than two hundred feet with the body he had when he first reached this great

Land.

Nonetheless, this accumulation of difficulty made the benefits gained from climbing the mountain increase.