Chapter 1064 The Silent Epoch

Chapter 1064 The Silent Epoch

The first time Rowan had summoned his consciousness, the attempt had been rushed and crude, and it was inevitable that it had drawn the attention of the World Will, and if not for the fact that his consciousness could be regarded as dead, the consequences it had faced would be more severe than just tribulation lightning.

What Rowan did not know was that during his more than eight hundred thousand years of death, now and then his consciousness would gather together, creating massive golden suns that would be shattered to pieces by the World's Will.

After countless years of being repeatedly shattered by tribulation lightning, Rowan's dead consciousness was now almost immune to its damage, and the act of the World's Will was changed to one of suppression, this aided Rowan in his assimilation of the first part of his consciousness because after it was shattered by the World's Will, it could easily respond to Rowan's call.

Of course, Rowan did not consider the Will of this realm to be weak, only that it appropriated different levels of strength to different tasks. If Berrion the Undying attacked his broken consciousness once more with the aim to destroy them, then it might take billions of years or more for it to take shape again.

The World Will obviously considered Rowan's dead consciousness less of a threat and assigned meager Tribulation Lightning to suppress it, but this would begin to change if, in rapid succession, another instance of Rowan's consciousness rising was detected. The World Will would surely sense something was wrong and increase its vigilance.

For this reason, Rowan would not be summoning the second portion of his consciousness in the same manner that he did the first.

It was not like he did not know a better way to summon his consciousness in a better manner the first time that he attempted to do so, but he was simply too weak at that time to perform this summoning with any degree of finesse, with his greater strength at this time, he would do a better job. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Rowan's body was no longer as fragile as before, and although loud metallic clanking sounds emerged from his bones, he did not suffer damages like he previously did.

More golden motes of Rowan's consciousness reappeared to fill in the gaps for those that had vanished into his head.

Rowan remained in this position for eighteen days, slowly gathering his consciousness and his five hundred feet robe turned gold, except for the hems that were bright blue. Finally, it was done and he stood up and began investigating the abilities and memories he had gained from this assimilation.

He opened his palm and a great sword appeared and rested on it. The weapon seemed to be made from fading light and cold fire, appearing unreal like a distortion in space.

Rowan ran his fingers down the blade and he sighed. His Destroyer was asleep, and this could be considered its shadow, but the power of Destruction that this blade commanded in this state was terrifying, especially considering it gave no signs of its power.

He flicked his hands and the blade vanished, and it was replaced by a flickering white flame. Like his Destroyer, the Lost Flames was still in a slumber-like state, but he could still access all of its abilities, both Convergence and Divergence.

He flicked his hands and dissipated the white flames, in the short time he had it out, all the skulls around him had vanished for hundreds of feet, as convergence collected all their energy and mass, taking it into itself, and this only happened because the faint glow from the flame illuminated the surrounding space for less than a second.

No longer weaponless, Rowan delved into the new memories he could access and closed his eyes. Several holes in his recollection began to fill up, and he finally had the entire series of events that transpired when he was at the continent of New Hope.

Rowan frowned and peered at the ground, his senses pushing past the ship, the cathedral, and the thousands of floors of the Stone Reach castle until he reached the earth below and he continued pushing his consciousness deeper, for hundreds of miles until he reached a barrier.