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.

His consciousness had been shattered into an infinite number of pieces and when he gave out the call for it, the consciousness pieces were combined into a whole so he could have an easier time assimilating them all to his Natal Treasure at once, was a risky move, but he had succeeded. But now that he had enough Mental power to hold out for longer and no longer had to digest his entire consciousness at once, instead, he would be summoning the fragments of his consciousness slowly.

Rowan touched his forehead with the tip of his right index finger and his flesh wriggled before parting to reveal an oval-shaped hole through which you could see his blue skull. He repeated the same gesture and touched the skull and it parted to reveal his gem-like brain, and he did not stop his actions, pushing his finger into his head until he touched his brain.

An oval-shaped hole appeared on his brain, and within was what appeared to be nothing at first, but slowly indistinct shapes could be seen, wandering giants of gold with ragged feathers trailing down their back like cloaks, when the oval hole was revealed the giants all stopped moving and looked upwards, their gaze reaching the outside world, and their mouths were opened in a cry that could have shaken all of creation,

Eulxhu Thyak…

The Silent Epoch…

The cry erupted from this dark dimension and when it emerged from the hole in his skull, it transformed from a sound wave to light, but this light was on a spectrum that even immortals could not detect, and although the cry from the giants was titanic, what the world could hear or see was only silence.

The cry spread with supernatural quickness, targeting the corner of reality where the second part of his True Name that was linked to another portion of his consciousness resided, and an almost undetectable tremor shook the entire realm, and like moths to a flame, tiny pieces of golden light like fireflies began to appear out of reality before silently fading away as if they were just a figment of mad god dreams. Overhead there were faint sounds of rumbling thunder, but that too passed after nothing appeared out of the ordinary.

Inside the ship, Rowan’s body was soon surrounded by golden motes of lights that appeared around him in their thousands and they began to stream into the hole in his forehead. His face twisted in concentration as the stretch of blue that was his robe which was yet unmarked by the color of gold began to transform as new golden stars and heavenly bodies slowly started taking shape and filling it up.

Inside his Natal treasure was an ongoing battle of assimilation, various heavenly bodies slammed into Rowan’s consciousness and he assimilated them, this process involved deciphering every component of this star or planet nearly instantly, and placing them inside his Natal Treasure.

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.

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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.