Chapter 803 The Children Of Ouroboros

Chapter 803 The Children Of Ouroboros

Every time he evolves, he thinks he has already gotten used to the sensation of becoming something else, but every time he discovers that he is wrong.

It was always new.

Rowan felt he was waking up from a deep sleep. Every sensation that brushed past and through his entire being was stark and electrifying, as if he was a newborn and his skin was still tender making every slight breeze that touched him feel like needles piercing through his body.

His entire existence had transformed and it took a while, even with seven consciousnesses to reconcile the change. He had taken a step in a single minute, that everyone else would have taken billions or trillions of years to cross, with no assurance that they would even succeed.Thi/s chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.co/m

Rowan felt his body stretch and adjust to its new proportions, the feeling was entirely different from when he was a line. He had no mouth but his cries of exultation broke past the barriers of the Forge and escaped into the universe, making the stars in the void sing.

Maeve was shaken, discovering a breadth of power from the cry that made her feel so small... The cry seemed to emerge from the past to the future. She stopped protecting the Forge and stepped back, waiting for her master to emerge.

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Rowan's new state of existence was strange, for previously he was a line, but now he had transformed into a page. He resembled a sheet of an endless scroll that had no beginning or an end.

The page of this scroll was yellow and appeared to be incredibly ancient, but the edge of it was ridiculously sharp. Although he was now a Dimension, his base remained as a Destroyer, and unlike when he was nothing but a silver line, now he could wield his body like a weapon.

This page filled the entire Forge, curling among itself like a massive snake, after spending so long as an Ouroboros Serpent, some of his mannerisms had become similar to those of a serpent, and coiling his body felt familiar, even if he did not have a head or a tail.

Rowan had sacrificed his Eruption ability and distributed it among all his Seeded Worlds. He had also given his Ouroboros Bloodline Source Power to all those worlds.

At this moment, his second bloodline was in an accelerated state of growth, as it existed in a symbiotic relationship with all the children of his bloodline. There were already three gods born from his bloodline that hovered a few million miles away from the massive flesh planet, basking under the rays of its power.

These gods process the power, growing stronger and a portion of that process power returns to the flesh planet and causes it to grow. This process was happening between the planet and trillions of his children.

Rowan had not expected such massive changes when he cleansed his bloodline from the hold of Chaos and knew that he would be evolving this bloodline next after it had reached its maximum potential.

With every moment that passes by, the power of his Ouroboros Bloodline grows stronger. The Eruption ability that Rowan once had felt different, he sensed that it was now more refined. Distributing this power among the children of his Bloodline turned out to be the right choice.

If Angels were the Children of his Sheol Bloodline, then the Children of his Ouroboros Bloodline would have to quickly grow to stand equally with his Angels.

Somehow Rowan did not doubt that they would be able to equally challenge his Angels when they fully developed. If their society could already develop three gods in less than four thousand years without his intervention or guidance, it spoke volumes of the potential they all carried.

That means for now he would have to continue evolving his Sheol bloodline to the Fifth Supreme Circle. At this level, he would be able to unleash more Consciousness Pillars and enhance his perception, leading to faster evolutions of his Will.

If he could reach the 3rd Dimensional State, he would be able to walk the universe with a complete body and not exist as a page. His influence over his environment would be complete and he would not need to scheme through hidden channels to gain what he needed. He would have the ability to wage war against the entire universe.

Leaving his battles to his children always left a funny taste in his mouth. Rowan wanted to fight his battles with his own two hands. He was the vanguard, the tip of the spear. Maybe in time, he would leave his battles for his children, but for now, he would fight.

On the corner of the page was the recognizable image of the Primordial Record. It was glowing with a harsh red light, and an irresistible urge made him send his consciousness over and he touched the black book.