Chapter 1378 Acquiring A Class (1)
There may be great turmoil afflicting all of existence, but for now, it was of no concern to Rowan, as he slept a great sleep of restoration. In the past, Rowan had thought that he had reached a point where he no longer needed sleep or would even be capable of sleep even if he wanted, but at that time he had not anticipated the types of battles that he would be fighting or the toll that they would be taking on his body and soul.
In his sleep, it became a frequent thing for patches of his skin to burn off revealing burning bones and bubbling muscles underneath before it was covered by the regenerating flesh once more, but even that change did not last for long as slowly the flames underneath his skin began to die down, as they were suppressed within his bones. Even in his sleep, Rowan's flesh wrestled for control of the flames of destruction ravaging it.
At least on the surface, this was what reality interpreted was happening to him, yet the truth was far stranger.
Even if he could endure these flames, his children inside of him could not, and he had suppressed the flames within the Leylines of his body where they began to intermingle with his Essence. This process was of course destructive, but for now, he had placed the flames of pure destruction under control.
It was unknown how much time had passed but the flames erupting from his skeleton had completely been suppressed and there were no more flare-ups. Rowan's eyes opened.
He could feel six cold breathe from the crown on his head, and he smiled, his Primordial Ouroboros Serpents were tired, they might not appear to be doing much, but a majority of what Rowan could accomplish was because of their silent presence empowering him beyond what he should be capable of at this stage.
Rowan could tell that he had been asleep for eight months, a blink of an eye, and in that period, the intense ache and tiredness that had plagued his spirit were gone, and the debilitating effects from the battle had faded to the point where it would no longer be hampering his performances and thought process, which was a good thing, because time was precious, especially with the present state of reality.
The time that may have passed may be incredibly short, but in such a volatile period, many great events that would change the course of history would occur more rapidly than could be considered normal, and he would not be surprised that the reality that he knew when he was asleep, was now something that was drastically different.
Already he could feel countless notifications from the arrangements he had made pressing into his consciousness, but he shifted them to the side for the moment. He already had capable individuals who could hold the fort for him long enough so that he could deal with his ascension. Rowan was now at a point where his presence was no longer needed to deal with the small matters, his armies had grown and his Will could be spread across reality, he would only be summoned in times of great need, and from the plentiful notifications, he was needed in lots of places.
His body rippled on the throne as if he were a reflection on a clear lake that had just been disturbed by a passing wave. What just happened was that Rowan had drawn his dimensional soul back into his dimensional flesh, the way it was always supposed to be. With the powers of his dimensional soul, he could easily swap between the two of these states without suffering from any adverse effects, and at this point, his dimensional soul was stronger than his flesh, but there was a certain balance that he needed to maintain for his evolution to follow the proper pattern.
His dimensional flesh needed to be properly healed so that it could be returned to its peak, and if the opportunity presented itself to him after he had finished sorting out his powers, Rowan would immediately ascend to higher dimensional levels.
With this shift of the states of his body, there was not much difference in his outward appearance. His body was no longer a flaming wreck, except for his two hands, they did not return, in their place were two flaming orbs with colors that were almost impossible to define because they seemed to swallow everything that neared it, even his supernatural perception was drained into those orbs.
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