Chapter 1660: Completing The Foundation Rowan did not know how long he was inside the Maw of Oblivion before he began to understand this layer of the void. His consciousness was rapidly absorbing the teaching from this layer of the void, and his physique was adapting to fit and comprehend, when it finally clicked, Rowan gasped. "So, this is why it is called the Maw." He was inside a deep darkness, but with his adaptation, he could see through that darkness. Rowan could not see everything; this layer of the void was not only vast, but it also prevented him from understanding its nature. Rowan believed he would have to travel to the depths of Oblivion to grasp its whole nature, but he doubted that he needed to see every part of it, because that would be impossible. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶 Jagged, half-real monuments loomed in the darkness. They resembled pyramids from afar, but they were far too steep, and Rowan’s closest description of them would be fangs. They appeared almost unreal due to their size, but he could not shake the fact that they resembled the fangs of the Ouroboros Serpents. To test this assumption, Rowan began moving towards them, and he hit another snag. As it turned out, moving inside Oblivion was not a simple affair. It was as if the concept of movement had been eradicated, and he could see his destination from afar, but reaching it was like wading through dreams. What helped him here was his observation of how Primordials moved when he had watched Bahamut and Chaos battle. When they moved, it was as if the world around them was moving while they remained still. No effort seemed to be made, yet space and time zoomed around them in a feverish pace. Using this same concept now, Rowan willed himself across the distance. His higher-dimensional traits of easily crossing space and time were useless here because there was no space or time here, and the only reason his mind could place a meaning on anything he was seeing was because he was becoming a part of Oblivion. The inheritance he was receiving was complex, and while he was trying to resolve the process of moving through this place, he was still keeping his eyes out for the inevitable dangers that would arise. Reaching the nearest structure, Rowan concluded that he was right; these enormous pale white monuments were fangs and indeed belonged to an Ouroboros Serpent. If he was correct, he was looking at the remains of the Primordial Beast, which was his bloodline’s primogenitor. Rowan looked into the distance where the fangs continued like an endless mountain range and almost smiled at this unexpected benefit. The path of growth for the Will of Elder and his Ouroboros Serpents was to claim the bodies and the Wills of the Primordial Beasts who existed in the past. He had already gained the Will of Divus and Bahamut, and with the help of the eye he had taken from the Titan, Rowan should be able to track down the Torch Dragon, but he had never expected to find the remains of the Ouroboros Serpent inside Oblivion. There must be a reason why the remains of the Ouroboros were dragged into Oblivion, and Rowan believed he might know the reason, but he still needed to confirm it. Bringing his hand to touch one of the fangs, Rowan had barely touched it before he pulled back his hand. In that brief moment, he had lost almost three percent of his entire essence. They had vanished in a manner that was beyond his control; his body had forgotten how to defend itself against the theft, and even if, in time he would have adapted to this power, the robbery was happening so quickly that it would have brought him to the brink of death before he had a good enough defense against it. It was a humbling experience to finally witness a fraction of the power of the original Ouroboros Serpent, and he confirmed his suspicion on the reason why the remnant of this creature has been drawn into Oblivion and it was because the nature of the serpent was the closest to this place, in fact, the Ouroboros Serpent might have been initially conceived in the darkness of this realm, and only slowly rose out of the void to enter Reality, and after it was killed and a portion of it’s bloodline plundered by the Primordials, the remnants of itself has sank back into the womb that once gave birth to it. The more he delved into the past, the greater he realized the interconnectedness of all things. Yet he did not consider this to be strange after all; he was still inside Reality, and no matter how massive the span of Reality was, technically, everything had the same root, and he was simply getting better at delving into the depths of history. Rowan’s eyes shone as he looked upon the fangs; his perception, although vast, could hardly encompass the fangs of the Ouroboros Serpent, what about its skull and the rest of its skeleton? How much benefit would his bloodline receive if he were to consume the entirety of a ninth-dimensional entity? Rowan could guess the answer to that question. He had consumed the entirety of Bahamut, and up till this moment he could not fully understand all the powers he had gained from that feast and that was partly because his dimensional flesh had been in a state of weakness since he had returned from death and he did not want to fully explore what his serpent was now capable of until he was at his peak condition, but Rowan could hardly wait to see his new peak when he had fully healed and completed all his preparations. Every battle he had gone through and survived always led to incredible growth in his powers. After fighting and surviving against the Thrones of the Primordials, Rowan could guess that when he finished compiling the totality of his growth, his progress would scare even himself. Now that there was an opportunity to continue on this path of growth, Rowan could not ignore it. Like him, his Ouroboros Serpents were incomplete. They might have transcended their Primordial nature and become Origin Beasts, but the foundation of who they were was still missing certain essential portions of themselves. Rowan could reach his present position because of the incredible cheat-like function of the Primordials’ Record and his ability to use soul energy to patch his vulnerabilities, but certain parts of himself were hollow. The power of his innate abilities and the Primordial Record were his greatest strength, but they could not do everything for him, and their weakness was beginning to show once he started to near the top of existence. He was a living dimension, a being that should have rightly gained the Origin of Space at his birth, but the Primordial Record and his innate ability to create everything out of soul energy could not help him when they did not understand what he needed. The Primordial Record was a guide. It could decipher the path forward for him, and with soul energy, he could mimic that path to near perfection, and it was up to him to complete that path. Knowing this opportunity in front of him was equally as important as gaining the Origin of space, Rowan sat down cross-legged and began to reach for his Serpents.