Chapter 1691: My Will Would Remain Until The End Of All Things

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Chapter 1691: My Will Would Remain Until The End Of All Things To begin his fusion, Rowan knew he could not just pick any random fusion at the start, else he would risk the collapse of his body, and that would delay his ascension. In four years’ time, he had a battle on his hands, and he could not risk the delay that would arise from evolving into a form that would take centuries or even millions of years to adapt to. None of Rowan’s present abilities were weak; each was powerful enough to shake all of existence, and they were the result of countless fusions and refinements to create something that was beyond Supreme. Yet, he was about to take these overpowered abilities and make them even more powerful, and the question here was not if the results of the fusion were powerful enough, but if he could bear them. Rowan quickly disregarded his Class upgrade for now. Before he began upgrading his Class, he needed to complete all of his abilities’ fusions, because the new abilities he got from these fusions would determine the direction of his new Class. The fusions available to him were: Title Fusion, which would fuse all of his Titles, and then his Aspect Fusion, followed by a fusion of his Skills, Bloodline Skills, and Aspect Skills, and the last portion of his powers that could be fused were his Bloodline Abilities, which were to be fused with his Dimensional Fabrics Skills. If he succeeds, then he would be revamping his powers to a new domain, and so Rowan went through the options carefully, before deciding to begin his fusion with his titles. To handle all of these changes effectively, Rowan would need a base of power that was solid enough, yet still possessed great flexibility. His dimensional flesh was constantly being upgraded, and if it was completed and he gained Space Origin, then he was not afraid of any disruption to his body, but he did not expect his body ascension to Origin to take a few years, Rowan best estimate was a hundred billion years, but that time could be shortened as he grew more powerful. With all of these in mind, Rowan decided that the first fusion he needed to make was with his titles, especially the ones that focused on his physique. This should allow him the base of power to complete the rest of his fusion in a short time. Still sitting in midair, Rowan’s right hand reached into the space beside him, tearing Reality apart with a gesture and reaching into his Origin Land. Inside his Origin Land, a massive palm that could hold a million universes appeared in the depths of the Origin Land, and the hand clenched its fist, causing space to shatter and time to erupt. With a single move, the hand created a time-storm, a phenomenon of such fury and power that immortals would dread to venture into it. Grasping the entire time-storm with a single grab, a powerful will erupted from the center of the palm and refined the storm, disregarding all the essence of time that was not needed. Slow-time, frozen-time, reverse-time, time-warp, time-weld....and a thousand other aspects of time were discarded until he held in his palm the purest essence of time. This move might appear simple on the surface, but this was the culmination of the power of Chronomancer Prime, aided by the power of his seventh-dimensional Will of Time-Origin. The massive palm vanished from the Origin Land, and Rowan opened his palm to see a small river of pale purple water, which was the physical distillation of time. Rowan knew that no immortal in Reality should be capable of this, maybe not even Primordial Time himself, because to distill time in this manner, what was needed was a thriving Reality with a robust foundation, and up till this moment, Rowan had not seen the limits of his Origin Land. While his right hand cupped the river of time, his left hand extended into space and banished it with a flick of his hand, creating a void of nothingness around him. His body shivered, releasing subtle vibrations that reacted with the nothingness, reaching deep into the fourth layer of the void and creating a new foundation of space around him. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 A loud snap resounded all around Rowan as, with a single gesture, he created a nascent Reality around him. This Reality lacked every basic law except that of the void, and nothing could exist here, not even life or death. Even Rowan became frozen in place; his mind had gone blank, like an insect frozen in amber. He had imprisoned himself in a space outside of Reality. In the depths of his mind, Rowan’s consciousness was still active, even creating a Reality without laws was not enough to halt all of his consciousness in an instant, because for Rowan, an instant can be a long time. This was not an application of the power of time, only a result of his powerful consciousness. To Rowan, his consciousness now resembled a vast universe filled with countless stars that hummed with an entrancing melody, and at this moment, billions of stars were going dim. This represented the decline of his mental state as it was dragged under the spell of nothingness. However, with the size of his mind, it would take a trillion years before all the stars went silent. Rowan closed his eyes, and a trillion years went by, and when he opened his eyes, only one star was left shining. He gave a self-deprecating chuckle, "Am I that attracted to oblivion, or is it the peace that could be found in silence that draws me so? Maybe it is fear? I still have those, or perhaps... perhaps, it is excitement!" "BOOOM!!!" A heartbeat burst out of this last star like an explosion of laws that shredded the darkness around him, and with this single piece of his consciousness, he commanded his right hand to turn. Rowan’s hand remained still, even with his powerful consciousness commanding it to move, but his will was unbreakable, and so even as the last star went silent and was smothered by darkness, his will still remained. Outside this zone of new Reality created by Rowan, a month had gone by. Anyone watching Rowan’s frozen body would think he would remain this way forever, but a closer observation would reveal that his right hand... was moving. The motion was slight, almost impossible to notice due to his massive size, which was as large as a solar system. This was Rowan’s base form when he had shrunk it to its smallest size. If he wanted, he could still shrink until he was in the shape of a man, but he was more comfortable in his true "smallest" form. His wrist was slowly turning, and another moth went by. It was almost a third of the way through its revolution when the threshold was crossed, and the river of time he held in his palm began to pour out of it. The first drop fell from his palm and was absorbed by the empty Reality; it almost seemed hungry, as if, like nature, this empty Reality abhorred a vacuum and was craving to fill it up. More drops of time began to fall, and soon a flood followed behind. All were rapidly absorbed by the hungry Reality, and with a loud crack, the laws of time were instituted in this place, and Rowan gasped awake. He looked around him and smiled. He had not been one hundred percent sure that his experiment would work, and no, he was not referring to creating an empty Reality devoid of laws and pouring a river of time into it. He knew that would work. What he did not know could work was if his will could withstand his "death." One should not blame Rowan for his apparent carelessness; he had been placed in the midst of dangers too frequently and had come across powers that made him doubt his supremacy over his fate. Rowan was not afraid of death; he was only scared of letting down the people who trusted him. He had all the powers in the world, and for him, he had lived far longer than he had ever hoped for, and achieved great things, and if he could die in the next moment, he would not rage against it. But what he could not endure was to pass away with so much of his promises and potential left unfulfilled. Rowan did not know how, but he would make sure that even if he were to fail in his journey, like the Primordial Record, his will would never die and continue for all eternity! "My Will would remain until the end of all things." Placing his mind away from these depressing thoughts, Rowan analyzed the power of time inside this space and saw that he had about three million years of time. A smile touched the edge of his lips. Primordial Demon gave him a hundred years so that despite Rowan’s potential, he would not be able to achieve much, but Rowan did not care, when he could create miracles like this.

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