The Primordial Record

The bloodline was now Soul Reaver, and although they came across as similar titles, he did not doubt that this one was more powerful than the Soul Seizer Bloodline.

As his Spirit grew, so too did his ability to comprehend esoteric forces and other fundamental laws, he was now more capable of understanding certain intricate flows of power.

The Soul Reaver bloodline oozed power and control, it pointed to a path beyond the material universe, to the control of forces so abstract, that its presence could rewrite the laws governing reality.

Yet, he had no desire to even upgrade or utilize the bloodline beyond its soul collection ability for the moment, if he could still collect soul points without any issues, he did not plan to touch this bloodline until he understood it well enough.

He may be making a mistake, but he was unwilling to walk on blind in any matters concerning the Primordial keepers, unlike his Empyrean bloodline he sensed malice from this other bloodline.

His field of vision was still too small, as he had not gotten into contact with the wide world, before touching this bloodline he had to make sure he was prepared.

If life itself was a chessboard, he was still a pawn, even with all his potential, it would be easy to crush him, maybe if he was a youth or a younger man with less experience in life, he may be willing to charge into battle without second thought.

He was not a young man anymore, and even if he would fearlessly charge into battle, he would make sure he properly assessed his odds.

The massive amount of Soul point that was needed to develop the Soul Reaver bloodline also made his eyes twitch, he pushed this genie lamp to the side, it was tempting, and would likely have stupendous benefits, but he still had his fears that he was too ignorant about the true meaning of his Empyrean bloodlines.

If this world had gods, then it was not farfetched to think they must have vast knowledge of other powerful beings, he doubted he would be able to collect any information from them… Yet.

But that was not the point, there must certainly be libraries, and other sources of valuable information he could be able to gather. At this time, he was in a cage, but he would soon break out and his second source of weakness—Lack of information, would be solved to a certain extent.

It was not lost on him how peculiar his situation was, he may have had access to knowledge that could exceed the scope of everyone around him, but he was missing certain fundamental common information to tie together all this knowledge he had.

He was like a mad scientist that could know the formula to the most complicated equation in existence but did not know how to tie his shoes, or cook his food. He was an Idiot Savant who knew of powers far beyond the gods, but could not understand the mortal stages that were below them.

His perception dwelled on the second box he needed to uncover, his Legendary Ability. The presence of this ability emitted was strange, it seemed to faintly suppress his bloodline, as if it suppressed itself in order to fit inside him.

He guessed maybe it was because this bloodline ability was too powerful, and even though his Attributes were extremely inflated for a legendary State Dominator, he was still too weak to harness its might properly.

Just the Legendary ability that was randomly selected by his unconscious self, had such a vast Aura behind it, he felt humbled.

Was this just a random bloodline ability, or did he just win the lottery? The snakes in his heart actually began to stir, as this ability had become intrinsically connected to them.

It was a stark reminder that however he had grown, he was still an ant in the sight of the truly powerful.

Speaking of ants…

Rowan's hand snapped out like a whip and seized an invisible object, it quivered in his hand, making long hissing sounds, before it revealed itself.

It was an eyeball with bat wings grafted to its sides, the pupils were silver, and it dilated rapidly, as if it was scanning him.

Rowan felt an intense revulsion, not just because this thing had essentially been a voyeur watching every move he had been making, but because from it, he could sense the Aura of that hooded figure.

Now that he really thought about it, he knew where he had seen a lesser version of that Aura, it was from the Abomination Thrall that was causing havoc inside the mansion.

It was a testament to how distracted he was that he did not take time to do an in-depth scanning of all the individuals inside the mansion, but all that was soon to end.

He wondered if that father knew he was working beside an Abomination Thrall? Knowing him, he doubted he would care, the Third prince was a man who wears faces like a mask, but one thing Rowan could be sure of, was that he was worse than any Abomination Thrall.

It was clear now that he was being closely monitored, both by visible and invisible eyes, but he doubted they knew how powerful his bloodline was, else they would have killed him when he was a mortal.

Even the Primordial Keepers knew of the threat he posed, and they crossed from outside the universe to kill him.

He knew they must have a part to play in him receiving the Primordial Record, but he doubted they knew what his bloodline was because from what he could understand from the Primordial Record, the bloodlines he had access to must have a fundamental connection with him.

The Bloodline of Scion of Light and Scion of Darkness must have been linked to the previous prince, so if Rowan had not transmigrated, he was sure that the prince would have only had the option of those two choices to select from

The abnormality that arose was him, he was sure his soul crossed a different universe before it arrived at this body, and he brought with him the touch of the Primordial keeper, for he was a soul that escaped their grasp, so he was sure that the Primordial Record used that connection and made this bloodline available to him.

He had a hint about how he got the Ouroboros bloodline, for one, he did not remember how he died. He was sure he had been drinking, but that was it. Furthermore, he was still healthy and kept himself in great shape.

But he remembered the introduction to the Ouroboros bloodline, where he saw an Empyrean tear through a planet as it was born.

What if that planet belonged to his previous life? After all, he was alive one moment, and in the next, he was inside another man's body (although that body was a child then, but that was not the point.)

That should be the most reasonable explanation of how he got that bloodline, an unlucky or a very stubborn soul that had his body destroyed by an Empyrean and escaped the clutch of the Primordial Keepers.

This chance of each individual event happening on its own was very unlikely, for the three such events to happen to the same soul (killed by an Empyrean, escaped the Primordial keepers and transmigrated to another world or universe was so infinitesimally small that he knew he was unique in all creation.)

Although it sounded very boastful when he thought of it, in that way, it was most likely the truth, so that would mean that although he was in a bad position previously, he just needed a slight advantage to pull ahead in the race.

He had solved the issue of his lifespan, and now it was time to attack. He was not used to allowing those who would do him harm a moment's respite, he would take his advantages and use it to tear apart this charade.