Chapter 1040: Enlightened

Chapter 1040: Enlightened



For the entirety of their history, no single Blood Bound had been able to step past the Deific Rank, and although there were rumors of ancient monsters within the ranks of the Blood Bounds who had remained at the Deific Rank for hundreds of thousands of years, no one could confirm that rumor.

The only advantage of the Blood Bound was their quick growth rate, somehow they were able to gain far more Aura when they fought and killed their enemies, whether they be Explorers or Calamities. This made them flawed but useful tools, and the Blood Bound traits were no longer killed off or bred out of the population but the opposite actually occurred.

Massive continents were filled with Blood Bound slaves, bred for nothing but battle used as shock troops, and other deadly aspects in the battle against the Calamities. They could be given few resources and yet quickly grow to become Deific Ranked Explorers, and they were one of the primary reasons why the Explorers had been able to fight off the invasion of the Calamities for the last half a million years.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

It would seem that his blood had affected the outlined destiny of this world, but Rowan did not know if that would lead to his advantage or disadvantage in the long run.

Roael was a Blood Bound but he had hidden this trait of his for long, willfully slowing down his advancement speed and traveling to the Silver Alliance, an area that was far from the influence of those who utilized Blood Bounds in their service.

Yet there were still mysteries behind this man and that was related to his brother. A portion of Roael's memories was missing, sliced away so deeply it affected his soul, and whatever was in that portion of his memories must be very important because his brother was an Ascendant! This was an interesting development, but not one Rowan was particularly interested in. It would be a side project to his overall pursuit of exterminating this World's Will.

"Blood Bound!" Rowan growled, never in a thousand Eras had Rowan ever imagined that his glorious bloodline would be reduced to the dirt, made slaves and fodder, and his light was painted by shame. He clenched his hand in fury and assimilated the dot of golden blood, pushing it inside the safety of his spine where it would be hidden from the gaze of the world.

He might have just discovered a shortcut in piecing together his shattered consciousness but this method was nothing he would ever choose willingly.

Instead what he wanted to do was to craft his own path forward, but he paused in this consideration. Perhaps if he followed the path of his own making, he would be stronger, but that would do away with the advantages he had with the occupation of this body that still fit into the overall pattern of this World's Will.

He had not forgotten the way he had previously died, the creature below the earth tricked his senses and the World Will bounded his consciousness in a rocky shell. His major advantages were crushed and he could not fight with his greatest strengths, if he had learned anything from that encounter it was that he would have to repay the enemies in their own coin, and against the powers of the higher dimensions, he still had much to learn.

Rowan had almost been tempted to follow his pattern of breaking the Will of the worlds he was in and making their rules his plaything, but sometimes the best way to destroy something was from the inside.

There were many mysteries in this world that might be linked to events that happened in the first universe he had inhabited, in addition to this unknown danger he was sensing from 'time' itself. He needed to walk this path with great care.

If all this was the case, then he should not break the current pattern he was pursuing here, he would still remain an ant under the World's Will but a terrifyingly large ant.

He would hide in the most obvious place possible, which was in the full gaze of the World's Will, but no matter how much splash he makes, he would still fall under the permitted patterns that were acceptable in this world, and like a frog that was slowly being boiled to death inside a pot, the World's Will would be unable to do nothing, because although it was crazed, it had to still obey certain rules, because breaking them would risk its destruction. "So which technique should I now create that would fit the pattern of the World Will but taken past its limits?"

The horizon vibrated as in the distance tens of heavy warships appeared, zooming towards the dead continents, Rowan paused and rubbed his face,

"Let us put that matter on hold for the moment."

Turning to the Shiik, he nodded, "Time to feast. I shall be making you a Legend by the time this battle is over."