The Primordial Record novel 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. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

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.

This act came with a level of pain and discomfort that was very difficult to describe.

His experience with his multiple consciousnesses was what pulled him through this crisis, else it would stump anyone on how to maneuver a mind that had been taken apart to such a level.

With the full weight of his perception on his side once more he began another round of refocusing his Spirit, and after a while, he had regained the full portion of his strength.

"Good, this is your first lesson, and one of the most important things I shall ever teach you" Old Man Seed looked away from the battle and focused on him, "In the lower dimension, you might get away with opening yourself and exposing your perception to everything, to you it's the best and indeed the only way to understand your reality, but up here you are expected to be doing the opposite. You are no longer the top dog, and everything up here would be able to take a bite out of you."