The Primordial Record novel Chapter 936

Chapter 936 Ancient Traditions

Rowan felt a pulsing surge around him as space began to shift, his senses immediately identifying it as a teleportation effect, and he enhanced his perception, slowing down the rate of time to a crawl in his mind as he began to investigate where the teleportation would be taking him to.

He was a bit annoyed that the Will Holder here had just begun teleporting them the moment Rowan had asked for their position to be changed and he wondered if it was due to the fact that he was a Sanctified Scion and his orders must be abruptly attended to, or the Will Holder was way too enthusiastic about his job but Rowan did not trust anyone outside his children, and any action, no matter how benign must be thoroughly investigated.

The board was now different but the stakes were still as crucial. Danger and death were on every corner and Rowan still wanted to see the end of everything. Dying, especially for stupid reasons, was not anywhere near his agenda at this time.

With the unlocking of his Titles and the unique abilities that came with it, especially one like Reality Butcher, he could trace the path of the teleportation as his understanding of space was enhanced even past how his Primordial Title and bloodline power already did.

The direction of the incoming teleportation was revealed to his sight like a glowing road which showed that the Will Holder wanted to take him to the peak of the gigantic tree, hundreds of millions of miles from here. He tried not to distract himself with the unique pattern the Will Holder used to bend space, it was different from anything he had previously seen and he quickly stored the processes in his memories for later dissection as he focused on the destination of the teleportation. Rowan's perception quickly spread through the peak of the tree where he saw a rather simple cottage, and with the personal effects he could see around the place, this area was the personal dwelling of the Will Holders. There were certain unique Wards and barriers around the cottage that blocked his sight, but with his unique Title, he could feel his way through the barriers.

Reality Butcher: Grants enhanced dominion over Space and all Space-related abilities. Intents can be mastered extremely quickly.

Note: Talent can be upgraded by destroying and consuming all forms of creation.

This Title was powerful, and with the enhanced dominion over space that it granted him, it not only made exploring the secrets of space extremely easy for someone like him, but it also essentially made Rowan almost impossible to be displaced within any space he contained except if he permitted it. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

In the Metaphysical realm, it made Rowan to become extremely dense. If a god was a feather inside this realm, then Rowan would be a mountain range. The difference was that stark.

If he resisted then the Will Holders would be very surprised when his body would reject all forms of spatial movements, but as for now, Rowan saw no reason to think he was heading towards a trap and he allowed the spatial energy to wrap his body, suppressing hundreds of innate barriers around his body so the spatial energy could reach him.

The second thing he had to do to make teleportation possible was he adjust his weight to a substantial degree in order for the spatial movement to work on him at all, due to his incredible weight which was increasing with every moment as his dimension grew. New planets and stars were added to his dimensional flesh as time passed, and this added to his weight.

It would appear that he was walking on the ground but that was not the case, a constant stream of Telekinesis was holding his immense weight, and constantly dispersing the incredible gravitational force around him, or else he would be a walking Superblackhole.

The Will Holder was attempting to teleport a single individual not knowing that Rowan was a dimension, even if he did everything right and did not fight against the teleportation, his weight would make moving his mass across space nearly an exercise in futility.