The Primordial Record

The Primordial Record revealed the secrets hidden in his body, but Rowan was surprised by how sparse it turned out to be. He suspected that many of his upgrades had been hidden or nonexistent until he reached a Third Dimensional form, before then the Primordial Record would have a hard time reading him.

Despite this setback, there were so many new changes he could see, and Rowan went through it within a brief moment.

He was a bit amused that the Primordial Record still referred to him as Rowan Kuranes, but with the error message and the threat of self-annihilation that it was showing him, it would seem the Singularity was struggling to collect all of Rowan's information.

Perhaps it had offered Rowan a chance to merge with it because the direction of a Dimensional Fabric was unprecedented.

Previously he could find the meaning of every term that was written down inside the Primordial Record, even the secrets that had happened long in the past, yet the Primordial Record could not find the meaning of a Dimensional Fabric.

Rowan knew it could guess part of the makeup, but the Primordial Record was a treasure that only dealt in certainty. He came to the decision that after this period he would focus on other ways to manage his powers besides depending on his Primordial Record for he was going along a path it did not understand.

He was not one to rethink his decision after he had finalized his mind, Rowan pushed for two evolutions at the same time. He would be ascending to a Third-dimensional state, while also evolving his bloodline of Sheol to the fifth Supreme Circle, and becoming an Immortal, and if the conditions were right, he would be pushing for the Sixth Supreme Circe and higher.

This would bring the Tree of Desire bloodline to the Immortal level as well, and then Rowan could really go all out. He already knew the pathway for his Ouroboros bloodline and that was his next agenda.

To become an Immortal with the bloodline of Sheol, he needed three things, the first was to control a Suitable amount of Soul Origin, the second was sufficient Soul Energy, and the last criterion was interesting, he needed to have experienced true death.

The first two were easily rectified, but for the matter of the last one, Rowan considered himself overqualified.

For anyone else, fulfilling this condition must be next to impossible, because true death did not just involve the total destruction of the body and spirit but of the soul as well.

Rowan did not even have a soul any longer, that weakness had been stripped from him by the palace of ice, his body and spirit had been shattered so many times during his endless evolutions he no longer had mortal form. He could be considered someone who has died countless true deaths and nothing was stopping him from ascending to become an Immortal with an unknown Nascent Primordial Bloodline like Sheol that controlled the Soul.

Although the Primordial Record claimed it did not recommend his current path and many of its powers would become difficult or unavailable for Rowan to use, it was still an invaluable tool when it came to upgrading his level, and he did not need to destroy his consciousness in order to move a massive amount of resources to his bloodline when he could use the Singularity as a mediator.

Upgrading the Nascent Primordial bloodline Sheol took just a thought, and becoming a Third Dimensional Entity followed. His Nascent bloodline swallowed up Circe and Maeve, placing them before the endless shores of his Primordial Sea of Darkness, and it began to devour Soul Crystals and Soul Origin.

Circe and Maeve were dumbstruck at what they were witnessing, especially Maeve who looked a bit to the left and detected the presence of a powerful Demon, greater than any Demon she had ever seen, and he had been crucified.

Endless waves of power erupted from an enormous coffin behind them, and the pressure drove them to their knees. Circe had long lost consciousness, and no matter how Maeve struggled, she followed shortly.

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Rowan did not know what to expect with his ascension to the Third Dimension, every change in state came with unique experiences and this one was no different he suspected that it would surprise him in ways he could not expect, and although he had anticipated great changes, it turned out that his imagination was a bit too small.

The sound that resembled a Trumpet blast caught him by surprise for a fraction of a moment before he understood its purpose.

It was a call of challenge. A challenge to the Universe itself. It was a call for Tribulation.

Tribulation could mean many things to different entities, but one thing was constant among all of them, it was fear. Everyone feared Tribulation because it was the ultimate judge, jury, and executioner. If you were not worthy of the power you seek to wield, then the Tribulation would find you wanting and death was your escape.

Rowan on the other hand craved Tribulations, for it was the biggest source of blessings for him. Unlike everyone else, he possessed the power to effortlessly crush his Tribulations.

When he was a one-dimensional entity, there was nothing of equal power in the one-dimensional realm to challenge his presence inside the universe; the same thing happened when he became a two-dimensional entity. No power had seized control over this dimension and Rowan had remained unchallenged.

Ascending to a higher dimension was a different beast altogether, because from this point onward, he would have to seize control of this dimensional space and consume it, or it would consume him.

This was the direction of his evolution. He was not destroying, he was absorbing.

This was an unknown danger for Rowan, it was a reminder that he was in unknown territory, one that even the Primordial Record did not understand. What would happen to him when he sought to become a Fourth Dimensional Entity?

Rowan felt a new power rising inside of him, something born when seeking the Third Dimension. He understood that at this level he must go through Tribulation, and that tribulation involved battling with the universe for its will.

A second Trumpet call blasted into the universe. A declaration of war but a unique problem came forth; for the universe was already dead, who would answer his challenge?

On the eve of his ascension, where he was supposed to battle the universe to determine who would gain dominion, his ultimate Tribulation seemingly ended, not with a bang or a whimper, but with silence.

A third Trumpet call blasted, and the rising power finding no challenge instantly went for its bounty. A pulse erupted from Rowan's position and swept throughout the universe, past the Great Desert and into the Gate of the universe where it slammed into it.

"BOOOM!"

It sounded like a heartbeat that was heard all around the universe, but it was not, his Dimension was going for its bounty.

Rowan had long noticed that the peculiar time-freeze effect that he had when he looked inside his two-dimensional world had erupted from within him and had frozen time throughout the entire universe.