The Primordial Record - Chapter 1246

Chapter 1246: Passion Of The Craft (2)



Rowan had to be the one encouraging the growth of consciousness inside his crafting because his mere presence was usually a bane to these nascent consciousnesses.

Generally, it was known that Apocalypse Grade treasures were used by immortals at the fourth-dimensional level. This grade was referred to as Apocalypse because of its potential destructive capabilities that could tear through an entire universe given enough time.

It did not even matter what the treasure was capable of in the first place, a skilled immortal that understood every aspect of their Apocalypse grade treasure could use its weight to crush the reality present inside a universe, nothing inside a material universe could stand against that power, and even outside the universe, that weight would anchor the immortal, and so in a battle with another immortal, any attempt at using Time manipulation against the holder of an Apocalypse grade treasure would have to not only fight against the resistance of the immortal but also of their treasure.

Every Immortal that attained Will and therefore controlled time, and had the ability to carry the weight of these treasures would seek for them with everything they had because it was the next step in the evolution of their powers.

Rowan was one of the few immortals in existence who did not have a treasure to be the cornerstone of his powers, as his bloodline was simply too powerful, but this was not the case for most, and the hunt for powerful treasures that could support the cultivation journey of an immortal was supremely important.

He on the other hand did not care for treasures and only those that would fit his specific needs were the ones he cultivated and treasured.

Another mysterious cut appeared on his fingers that was weaving this treasure and Rowan barely paused, he knew that this cut was a sign of rejection from this dimension, and it was amazing that what he was receiving were simply minor cuts.

Although to put those cuts into perspective, with his present size, one of his fingers could hold a dozen galaxies, and these so-called minor cuts were wounds that would tear galaxies apart, but Rowan still considered them to be relatively minor, because the reprisal from the realm could be a million times worse.

Learning to deceive dimensions was a skill that Rowan would never look down upon. With the various defenses a realm could hold up against intruders, none of them had ever comprehended that the essence of a realm itself could have a life of its own.

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These treasures could not be said to be necessarily greater than a Dominion Level Treasure but they had the capability to harness the powers of dimension that could fit the pathway of the immortal.

The reason these treasures were so far away was because they could highlight a path to a higher dimension, making it easier for an immortal to reach the source of their path.

This was not discounting the most important trait of this treasure, which was that since it had

a nearly complete path of its own, then it could carry its own weight.

In simpler terms, even a mortal could wield a Proto-Source level treasure!

A fourth-dimensional immortal could not wield a Dominion Grade treasure, because its weight would shatter their foundation to nothing.

What Rowan was doing in the Ganem dimension was to create a Source-level weapon, and for that, he needed a Source, which was this dead dimension belonging to the Spectral Titan. This was the great divide between a Source level treasure and those below.

Where other treasures that were lower in rank could be made from materials found around in reality, a Source-level treasure had to be made from the materials of a dimension itself.

Ganem was very special to Rowan, not because it was the remnant of a powerful titan-after the Primordial War, there were countless decaying dimensions like this if you knew where to look-no, this dimension was important because of the hidden poison that was used to kill

the Spectral Titan.

A poison that Rowan needed to harvest, and its name was Oblivion.