Chapter 1252 Luxurious Bait Rowan had the capability to push the perverse ability to seed worlds to gain stats to an insane degree, but at this point, he had only Seed a fraction of the worlds in his dimensions, and those worlds had become a cultivation paradise for the lucky ones who could find them, his dimension was vast, and for the adventurous among his children, there were always endless surprises waiting for them. He had reached the limit of strength he could gain via seeding worlds, to the extent that he had millions of stats points just set aside, and he was unable to allocate them. Rowan had more than exceeded the limit of stat allocation he could gain as a third dimension. If he could become a living fourth dimension, he could spread the weight of increasing his stats points across Time, and with this ingenious method, rapidly increase his power threshold. He had reached the hundred million mark for his Constitution first before strength or agility and at that time a Core had been born inside his dimension. It was massive, pulsing with endless vitality, and had the ability to produce essence if energy was fed into it. This core had the ability to nourish his dimension, enriching it with the essence of life. This was an astonishing thing for any immortal that would wish to follow the pathway of cultivating their core, but the problem was that very few immortals would be able to push a single stat to reach the hundred million mark. It was unknown if this supreme core was known to others, as it would shake the foundations of the cultivation culture in all of reality, but for Rowan, this benefit was simply a single hair on the body of a camel that was bigger than a mountain. He did not lack vitality or need to be nourished by any external forces, his Ouroboros Bloodline was more than enough for that task. Rowan soon gained Strength Cores and Agility Cores, and they also brought their benefit that should increase his strength and speed to astonishing levels. However Rowan's attributes never stopped growing, and soon his constitution passed two hundred million points, and at that time the birth of a second Constitution Core shook his dimension. He did not know the probability of getting a single Stat Core, but it must be rare, then the probability of gaining a second one must be much harder or more unlikely. Cultivating core was supposed to get harder the stronger you became, but if such a rule oversaw reality, Rowan's existence disdained that rule, because his stats kept increasing and he kept gaining more cores, and presently he had five cores in agility, strength, and seven in constitution. Opening his Primordial Record he learned that the names for it were called Star Ancient Supreme Core. Faintly Rowan wondered what would happen when he reached a billion points for each stat, would something change? He could only put this thought away at the moment, awaiting the day he reached the fourth-dimensional state, his powers that had reached an unfathomable level would take another step forward, and this would be barely enough to survive what was to come if he was ever to be discovered by Nemesis before he was prepared. Rowan had crossed countless miles until he reached the position he wanted, and then with a wave of his hand, the massive Tower of Greed began to shrink, its size defying meaning becoming extremely small and slipping into his right eye where it took the place of his pupils. A closer look at the Tower of Greed would reveal that although it had eighteen levels, every single level of it had been made from thirty-three smaller levels! The previous Tower of Greed barely had seven levels, and at first, the soul flame thought that Rowan had performed a miracle by transforming an eighteen-level tower into a source-level treasure, but now it saw that its sight was too small, and it had underestimated the difficulty of creating a source level treasure. A single level in this tower had pushed the limit of what this soul thought it understood about crafting treasures, and the Tribulation that Rowan had dismissed in the past as if it was nothing must have been truly terrifying because the soul could not imagine the number of material that would have went into the creation of this Tower. Surely Rowan's journey outside time must have been filled with grand tales that would take almost an eternity to narrate. The screams from the Tribulation in Rowan's mouth were growing fainter, as if with every chewing motion he was making, Rowan was siphoning the source of power from the Tribulation and directing it towards the rapidly awakening source-level treasure he had just created. After retrieving the Tower of Greed, this massive dimension began to slowly dissipate. Its presence had only been maintained by the power of the Tower, and when it was gone, this place would slowly vanish into history, drawn by Nemesis into the Great Desert to never be seen again. Rowan knew that this dimension would not instantly vanish, it would likely take years for it to do so, which was good because Rowan was at the central location of this dimension, making this place the last to disappear when this dimension dissipates, which should give him enough time to conclude the battle with the Primordial Keepers. The essence of Oblivion was still rich in this dimension and it would aid him in blocking the gaze of Nemesis long enough. Rowan seized reality beside him and squeezed it like dough, creating a massive stool that he sat upon, his spine groaning in relief. His present stats were abysmal, they had been reduced to barely a percent of his total power. Rowan had been pulling from his dimension while restraining its regeneration bringing him to this state, however, he found it peculiar that no matter how weak he became, his stats across would never reduce past this mark; 11,110,110. He soon realized that this was his base stat. This was him at zero, having a stat point of eleven million each for his three major attributes was now considered Rowan's lowest point. The last time he bothered to check, even a God Emperor would be dancing with joy if any of their individual stat reached a million. Most immortals' highest point they would ever reach in their lives won't exceed a million, but his lowest point will be above eleven million, and yet it was nearly not enough to move his body. Rowan sat down and watched the source-level treasure in his right hand becoming increasingly completed, its form shifting chaotically, slowly getting to its final state, and he brought up his left hand, and on his massive palm that was bigger than a continent, a faint gleam like starlight emerged, and began to multiply. "Forgive me for this, but I promise on my life that I will not let any of them touch you." He slowly turned his hand which was still being filled with starlight and they began to pour down near his feet, their colors shining bright like newly created stars. Rowan clenched his jaws in annoyance, but he continued with his actions. The soul flame quickly recognized that what was falling from his palm was Soul Origin! Knowing how much Rowan valued the lives of his children, it was surprising that he would use their Soul Origin as bait, but then the soul flame realized that nothing else would draw the Primordial keepers here.