Chapter 1469 Path To The Sixth Dimension

Published Mar 17, 2026, 08:37 AM

Chapter 1469 Path To The Sixth Dimension Rowan did not need to delve into the Memory of Primordial Life to find his answers, such a venture would come with unnecessary risk that he was not yet willing to take, because, unlike Seed and Elura who could not detect what he was, a Primordial would not be making that mistake. What he needed was a guideline to show him the road to his past, and with it, he could build the present and his future. In the matters of understanding his powers, Rowan was coming to the realization that the only ones who could teach him anything truly valuable to him would have to be the Primordials, it was not just a matter of strength, there were many Old Ones stronger than him, it was just that his potential was many times greater than anyone else in reality except the Primordials. Although the Primordials had blocked themselves from seeing the future, this did not mean that they were not capable of it, and the pathways to the future were written into their memories, accessible to those who could see it. For the immortals of this present Era, they had no idea that the future was also a road that could be explored, and so even if they were given this opportunity, they would not be able to understand what was before them, but Rowan could see it, the direction of his Memory dimension. By submerging himself inside this green ocean, Rowan had seen the road to the future and the past, and he no longer had any barrier to the sixth-dimensional realm, he simply needed to take the step. Rowan was practically blazing through the higher realms since he had awakened from his slumber outside of time, however, he knew that this was the least amount of preparation he could do because he could not hide forever, he would have wished to reveal himself sooner when he was more prepared but there was always a price to pay for power. He had attracted the eyes of too many powerful opponents and as he was now, he was simply alive because not much time had passed, and his enemies were gathering, and time was running short. The actions of Seed and Elura had shown him that it did not matter how much potential he had, without a tangible degree of strength behind his actions, he would be blasted aside. 'No more, Rowan swore to himself, Observing the bitter fight below him that had nearly drawn to a close, Rowan sighed, he could leave this battle and the Fracture behind him, discard his mortal flesh, and merge himself with the great eyes above, but that would be leaving a flaw behind, one that Rowan suspected he would regret in the future, or he could face this danger as a mortal, and if he lost this battle, then he would have also gained a wisdom that as an Omnipotent being, he would have never been able to learn. This vulnerability was strength, a power that he was sure he could use as the foundation of his reign. With this thought in mind, he disregarded his coming ascension, he forgot the storm, forgot that he was an immortal, forgot that he was a creator... he forgot everything, except for the fact that he was a mortal fighting against the corrupt entity that he had been, washing away his weakness with his blood. Fighting, even though he knew that he would lose. Rowan was holding the blade he had collected from Firen, and at this moment he was hanging invisibly over the raging Earth god who had almost killed the three mortals below, they had given their all, but their journey was not to survive this battle, it was to make him acknowledge the mistakes of his past, in a way that an immortal never could, and to pay his respect to these heroes, Rowan would fight like a mortal, and he would kill a god as one. Pointing his blade downwards, he dropped down from his perch. The Ranger, Osi had collapsed into ash, he had made a single action that trapped the Dark One for a brief moment but that had given his companions the chance to unleash everything they could, pouring out the rage of a shattered world that had been under the thumb of a madman for countless years. Until he became nothing but ash, Osi had not allowed the Dark One to move a single inch and as Rowan fell from the perch, the world seemed to freeze, and he was able to observe everything in startling clarity. Osi who was now ash was frozen in the last state he had been when alive, head thrown back, screaming, as he held chains of Aether bounding the Dark One, even in the silence, his defiance was still loud. His body was beginning to flake away, swirling into nothingness, but at this moment, Rowan saw the Ranger's spirit. Valgus the Mage had unleashed so much power from his mortal frame his body was transforming into a superdense crystal. The amount of Aether channeled through his mortal body had been so tremendous, and yet Rowan's runes had bestowed such fine control over his Aether that as his body was being destroyed, the prodigious amount of Aether flowing in his veins had begun to replace his flesh to a crystalline structure. This was not a benign transformation, as no mortal could live with a glass heart or brain, and he was dying, yet his Will and rage poured forth out of him with increasing intensity as he burned brighter even as he approached the end. Wyra was dead, she was stuck in her final pose, her left hand drawing back the string of her bow with one last flaming arrow burning on it, unreleased, her body was now stone, her intense Will molding her form in such a way that she could keep drawing her bow far longer than she had any right to, and when the life left her body, she still stood in her place, defiant. Rowan saw all of this, acknowledged them, and focused on the Dark One.

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