There appeared not to be many changes to his Record, but that was only looking at it on the surface, peering deeper would easily reveal that the changes within were massive. The first and most obvious of those changes were his physique and the new designation that had been granted to him. Rowan had noticed that his physique had reached its limit and he had reached a solid cap to his attributes even though that should have been impossible, it did not matter that he was getting millions of attribute points that he could push into dimensional flesh there was a ceiling stopping him from getting infinitely stronger, however, this limit was one that he had unconsciously imposed on himself due to certain constraints that had been placed around reality. It was not as if there was no option for him to get stronger, he was previously a Primordial Ouroboros Serpent and his physical limits were almost non-existent, this could be seen when he used Ascension and his attributes ballooned to a ridiculous number, Rowan observed that his body could still contain more attributes, he would simply have to change his physical form, and by that time there would be nothing that would be able to hide the amount of power he was carrying around his physical attributes would begin crushing existence all around him. There was a reason he was not using his Primordial Ouroboros Serpent to battle more often, even though his physique was powerful, his serpent’s physical stats were countless times stronger than his own, as each of them had more than ten times his attributes, but that meant that their weight had become too heavy for reality, and he could only use them in higher dimensional realms like Doom Star. If Rowan broke the unconscious limit he had over his physique, he would be condemned to living inside a higher dimensional realm or the Nothingness, and moving from one location to the next would become incredibly difficult. So he had to choose more power that would shackle him at a spot, or freedom to roam, and it was obvious the one that he had picked. Nonetheless, maintaining a physique that had reached a physical limit was not a problem for Rowan, with his Ascension ability, he could multiply his stats so he did not require an extreme amount of attributes any longer to battle above his level, and although having a higher base stat to launch Ascension from was always great, he was already had such a high base stat to work with, that any more would have been useless, at least in his last battle. He simply had to consider that in the battles he fought against the eighth-dimensional entities on Doom Star, he was only as successful because they were fighting with just their bodies alone and they had no Aetherium or Essence to work with, and if he was to be facing another eighth-dimensional entity in the future they would not be that hampered by such crutches, and in battles of that level, timing was crucial and speed was everything. With a higher base stat, he would be able to ramp up the power of Ascension faster to higher levels that would bridge the gap between him and the higher dimensional immortals, and even a fraction of a moment could be the difference between victory and defeat. Your next read awaits at freewebnovel Rowan had other tools to use in battle, and he suspected in the future, he might be able to break out of this barrier, but he did not expect that his physique would evolve when he gained his Class and solved this problem for him. This evolution was not just that his flesh had now been freed from the boundaries of the Supreme Cores of Strength, Agility, and Constitution, he could still feel it inside of him, as he was still an Ancient Colossi, but all of that power had been wrapped inside another packet of power called Eos. Eos held the power of nine. Nine Supreme Cores, the pinnacle of reality, folded into one Eos, giving him the freedom to begin dumping attributes into his body again until he could effectively double his stats, and then he would be able to tell if he would be able to gain the power of two Eos. This essentially meant that the weight that he should have carried when he reached the pinnacle of what reality could contain had been squeezed into Eos; nothing was holding Rowan back from pushing for more. It was not only his bloodline that had changed; some of his Titles had evolved, and two of them had even combined, bringing them to his new state of being, which was his Origin. All of the Titles that had evolved turned out to be stronger variants and he could not wait to test out their abilities soon. ® Of the hundreds of millions of notifications drumming against his consciousness that were still growing in number as more statuses were being updated to him in real-time, they had all been color-coded, and an urgent situation where his presence was needed was to be colored red. There was one blinking right now, and Rowan knew that the time to wait was over. He needed to sort out his house. Nevertheless, he had not forgotten the Remark from the Primordial Record for him to complete his Ascension, and there were still a lot of things for him to do in that regard, but it was a good thing that he could still be completing his evolution while still performing the duties that he needed to do. He had fought for this opportunity that had been presented to him, and he had suffered great losses to reach this position; by all rights, he should be mourning, but there was still much to do. Rowan simultaneously touched the blinking red notification even as his mind was sweeping through his new dimension, analyzing what he had just created and the differences within it, and it was not surprising that there was a lot to uncover. So much so that Rowan decided to leave for the troubled spot and still stay behind to sort through the changes in his dimension. This was not impossible for him to accomplish because of his dimensional flesh, and his body seemed to fuzz, and suddenly, there were two of him. The changes to his dimensional flesh were also reflected in his dimensional soul, however, there were certain notable differences, but it was not yet the time to delve into those concerns. His dimensional soul held out a glowing orb towards Rowan; it contained the countless trillions of his children that could not be sent out towards the war and those that were sleeping and not yet awakened. Yes, there was a great war ongoing throughout reality, and his eight months of sleep did not stop existence from spinning, countless events had been ongoing, and his children were in the thick of it. His dimensional soul set out to put out fires and Rowan began to peer closely at what he had built. Before he had gone to sleep his bones had been golden, filled with the power of Origin Ouroboros, his flesh had been green, they had emerged from the vitality of Serathis, and his skin and all the connective tissues that held his dimension together had been colorless and malleable, able to take the color and shape of anything, and was the glue that held his new dimension together and that was Chronomancer Prime, but now everything had changed. There was no longer any separation between his three bloodlines, no glue holding them together, no destruction inlaid in his bones and creation in his flesh, they had all been perfectly merged as one, and what he saw inside of him was a dimension that was vibrant and whole, but he could not detect the power of creation or destruction in any specific part of his body, as they could be equally found everywhere. His dimensional flesh, without his supervision, was barren; there were no suns, planets, or any other heavenly body, simply an endless plain. Rowan’s perception touched the earth, and it was simultaneously hot and cold, with the heat so scorching that even heat from a star would feel like a tiny candle flame and a chill that could only be found at the deepest depths of the Great Abyss.