The Primordial Record - Chapter 951

Chapter 951 Spirit Emanations

This crazed thought did not remain long in his head, Rowan could not make choices that could lead to unknown ramifications without taking his time to analyze every single factor in the process, he was no longer a giant living in a world of ants where any mistakes he made could be bulldozed through with force and more force if he was not careful, he would not even know how he died.

Now willing to face the task ahead without distracting himself with random thoughts of madness he began to retrieve his consciousnesses from the vise of the battlefield.

It was a difficult process pulling back his perception and consciousness from the chaos, and during the process, he inevitably lost a portion of his Spirit, but those were minimal damages that he could easily weather without much difficulty, and he effortlessly regenerated those broken portions of his consciousness even as he was losing them.

He soon discovered that his previous plans of severing his entire consciousness would have not succeeded because it did not take long for the parts he left behind to be destroyed. Perhaps if he poured enough consciousness power into the past there would be something that would inevitably survive this process, but Rowan quashed that thought in its infancy again.

Rowan harshly berated himself, 'Stop making crazy decisions at least until you understand the entire stage of power in all of reality. You cannot afford to be making mistakes you cannot solve.'

Old Man Seed was quiet as he watched Rowan, whatever thought he had was hidden in his white eyes that revealed nothing. If he found it amazing that Rowan was able to retrieve nearly all his consciousness intact, he made no sign, he just stared at the battle ahead, what he was looking at was a mystery.

When Rowan was done, there was a sheen of sweat covering his brows, it might have appeared that what he did was simple, but it was not, pulling his perception that had been dragged into every dimension here was like having his mind splintered into trillions of pieces, each inevitably weakened and each piece of his broken mind had to drag the weight of a galaxy to reach him.

With trepidations in his heart, he asked Old Man Seed, "This ability to read Spirit Emanations, how difficult is it to master and how much information can you gain from it."

Old Man Seed frowned, "It is not particularly difficult per se to master it, the true test to make this ability have any use is your knowledge base. For instance, from your Spirit I can sense a billion trillion strands of light, each having its unique color and flavor, and every strand of light would combine randomly in every single moment, each of those combinations would create something new combinations that would expand to greater numbers and those would still combine and expand nearly infinitesimally."

"The trick to this combination is to understand the flavor. I have seen the flavor of ten thousand World Bearers, and I have killed my fair share, I have plundered their secrets and stripped their core until everything of them is known to me, and so, when I see the flavor of a World Bearer in your Spirit, I can recognize it, but there are portions of your Spirit I cannot recognize because I don't know the flavor."

Rowan's eyes narrowed, "So it's all about knowledge. What you don't deeply recognize you cannot comprehend via Spirit Emanations."

"Precisely! Who knows what Elura may have comprehended from your Spirit, some of your secrets may not be secrets. So Rowan, if you have met higher dimensional individuals in the past, then it is possible that there may be a part of you that they understand, even more than you."

Rowan took a step back, his consciousness picking through all the higher-level beings in the past that he would have come across, and his mind immediately centered on a single individual— Caine.

Out of everyone he knew who had the knowledge and capability of knowing this technique was the firstborn of Chaos. Rowan may have thought he had won the fight against this being, but perhaps this was something he had been led to believe.

A chill penetrated his consciousness and it took all he had not to scream in anger and fright. The Soul fragment of Caine that had been inside his consciousness for so long... it was gone!