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. Even in the grip of destruction, the flames of death endured, and the only reason that was possible was because Rowan was feeding it life. In the moments before he earned his Class, such a feat would be impossible for him to achieve, he would not even have imagined that such a thing was possible. Rowan was unable to manipulate destruction, and even forming a fist with these hands had taken him hours and this was under the condition that he was bound with these hands giving him a degree of control over it, but now he not only had near complete control of these hands, he could transform the power of destruction into creation if he needed it to be, and this was just the beginning, he had not fully integrated the powers of his Class with his body. His Class Eclipsed Creator spoke to him in a manner that was hard to describe, it showed Rowan the glimpse of his future. In a single broad stroke, it cleared away all the clutter that had littered his path to the peak as he journeyed blindly in his quest to understand his path. Rowan believed that if not for the benefit of his Class, he would have to become an eighth-dimensional immortal until he glimpses this path to the future. Although he was sure that he would have had an idea of what his capabilities were pushing him towards, there would have been a heavy fog covering his sights, and the chance that he would have failed and entered on the wrong path was extremely likely. Although the Class did not give him complete assurance of his future, it was a firm compass that would point him in the right direction. Rowan had a billion spells and techniques in his consciousness, he had been able to achieve wonders and perform great deeds, but all of his powers were inevitably broadly geared towards Creation and Destruction, it was as if he was innately drawn to these two concepts. He was the giver and taker of all things. This Class came with a burden, a weight that placed all of his previous abilities to shame because it was meant to bear all of existence. Not just reality that had been created by the Primordials, but even the Nothingness, and anything more that was outside of it. He was made to be both the light and the dark, the beginning and the end, the maker and the unmaker, he was the Eclipsed Creator. ® With a flex of his will, Rowan dismissed the Primordial Record, he had seen everything that he wanted. Knowing that every word written by the Primordial Record was important, he already acknowledged that when it said that the burden of his Class was to maintain the Cycle of Existence, he had to find out what it meant. It was in the description of his Class after all. Was he going to be the ultimate ruler of reality and even have the Primordials to answer to him? Or perhaps it might mean something else, the words used were maintain, not to rule, then was he to be some kind of ultimate janitor that would come at the end to clean up reality after the little kids had finished messing it up. Was he to be a hidden hand that ensured all of existence followed the right path, or was he the apocalypse that cleansed all of existence for the beginning of something new? All of these were questions that he would be answering in the future, he was still too weak to be contemplating them. Rowan could already feel the direction that his Class was heading towards, he only needed to be prepared, and the first thing that he was required to do was to create a suitable body that could hold his Class, new titles, and bloodlines, his previous dimensional flesh, as powerful as it was, was woefully lacking if he wanted to wield the raw forces of creation and destruction. ® Unlike all of his previous powers that came with a technique associated with it, his Class was blank, and he knew that it meant he was to create a befitting technique for it because he was now on a new Road, the road of Origin. All of his Origin abilities, apart from his Titles did not give him any abilities, but he was beginning to infer that maybe it was because he no longer needed it. Read new chapters at freewebnovel Why would he need a technique to fly when he could simply will himself to fly? Maybe Origin was like this. He simply needed to mold the essence of reality to his needs. If this was the case, Rowan would have to rethink his approach to everything. All of his bloodline and some of his Titles had been transformed to the Origin grade, no longer falling into the power system of all of existence. It meant he had a long road of discovery ahead, but he knew that everything he had gained would be tested rigorously in the years to come. "I will not fear change." Using his Class as a medium, as an Eclipsed Creator, he grasped his three transformed Bloodlines. The first he held was the Origin Ouroboros, as an Origin bloodline, the bloodline response to his will was remarkably smooth, there was no hindrance holding him back from molding it into the core of his being, and from the mound of ashes larger than a galaxy, a skeletal frame was being born. This frame should have been many times larger than this universe, but Rowan was able to shape dimensions like clay, and his bloodlines obeyed the rules of his body. His bones were incredibly strong but still malleable, able to be bent and shaped in whatever ways he wanted, and although he technically no longer needed bones, this was simply the outward appearance of his dimensional flesh that he was forging. His skeleton was a dimension all of its own, a new district that would be separated from the other districts he was planning to make since Rowan intended to separate his dimensional space into three distinct districts. Rowan’s children were about to gain a boost in their bloodlines, and that boost also translated to their living area. Rowan’s skeleton alone would contain countless trillions of worlds and stars that would serve members of his Origin Ouroboros Bloodline, and those of his children who shared this bloodline would receive great benefit if they were to dwell on his skeleton. As the building of his Skeleton was ongoing, Rowan summoned the second part of his bloodline, Serathis. This bloodline was extremely special, and if Rowan was correct, this was the first transformation of his powers into Origin. Serathis merged Sheol and the Tree of Desire, and the Primordial Record called this merger a confluence of Luck, Sacrifice, and the Divine. Luck came from the Tree of Desire, Divine came from Sheol with the ability it gave him to become the Creator of Angels, and Sacrifice was a trait that went much deeper than the surface. Rowan acknowledged that the Sacrifice came from both bloodlines, but it meant different things to each of these bloodlines. However, the essence of what it was, did not change, these two powerful Primordial bloodlines gave up everything that they could be, to become something never seen in existence before. Serathis almost sounded like a name. This sacrifice was not done in isolation, because the moment that Rowan recognized the presence of the Serathis Bloodline, the massive Tree of Desire began to die. P.S. I changed Primordial Ouroboros Bloodline from the last chapter into Origin Ouroboros Bloodline.