Chapter 524 Leave Your Foolish Dreams Behind
This power he unleashed was now equal to or even surpassed every single exchange that happened on Jarkare involving his father, Boreas, and the Demon Prince, when greater than the final attack made by his father in a feat of anger and frustration.
For Rowan to reach this power scale immediately he ascended into the Second Supreme Circle was enough to show his potential as a Nascent Primordial.
To understand how powerful this move was, Rowan could have used it to instantly kill Dao Ma, and with the range of this World made of Black Ice, it could have easily infiltrated his Divine Kingdom, freezing it to dust.
If he had unleashed this same move in the Empire-controlled space, he would have destroyed tens if not hundreds of Minor Worlds, almost crippling half of this Empire's worlds in a single stroke!
Of course, he would have to be a lunatic to deal with such wholesale slaughter, it would be better to seed those worlds because his Primordial Sea of Darkness would totally disintegrate those worlds leaving nothing behind.
Without his soul, Rowan's intellect was now cold, killing billions was not as important anymore to him, but their utility after death was what he considered important.
Rowan knew for Dominators of the Second Great Circle, the power they made use of was mostly comprised of their Territories, it was the best weapon they had, unlike Mages who depended a lot on Aether, this was also how Empyreans fought, as they also had Territories of their own too.
During his previous battles, Rowan needed to bring his Berserker Aspect to the Origin Grade and also to test his martial skills and his physical abilities to the limits, so throughout the battle he did not use the most powerful weapon available to him—His Territory.
He barely heard a surprised scream before the Narghal Tyrant was eradicated, even the Tribulation Ring was torn to pieces.
When Rowan unleashed a fraction of his Territory he looked as if he was breathing out, and then he breathed in, drawing back his Territory into his body.
Looking around him, Rowan nearly shuddered at the devastation. Although he had retrieved every single bit of his Aether, Reality around him was in chaos. Everything he could see for untold millions of miles was just gone, down to the fundamental building blocks of reality.
What remained was just the Underverse, this shadowy location that acted as the last barrier over a universe. Rowan had once mistaken this place as the Darkness outside the Universe, but he was wrong, this was the last barrier separating the fragile universe from the dangers outside it.
Yet as he watched parts of the Underverse freeze and were destroyed, he soon noticed that whatever stuff it was made of was especially tenacious and regenerative, and Rowan had pulled off all the Aether from the universe inside his body so it could quickly heal, destroying Reality was not among his plans for today.
The power of his Territory fell into the range he did not expect but he had always suspected, but knowing something and seeing it in action was quite different.
Was this power enough to fight against his father?
He felt his void hearts suddenly shuddered and a wave of power from the universe entered his body like quicksilver scraping through his bones. It was painful and exhilarating at the same time.
Rowan groaned and nearly reeled as he steadied himself and breathed harshly, there was no atmosphere in space, so what Rowan was pulling forcefully into his lungs were pieces of reality itself that had been broken and were still healing, they scalded his throat as he breathed deeply, almost like he was drinking a potent liquor, and then he breathed out, and white flames poured from his nostrils.
Rowan smacked his lips enjoying that sensation, it was almost as if he was drinking alcohol.
He had conquered his Tribulation and the universe was rewarding him with powers so quickly that his body was aching.
Usually, only powers at the Major God level could survive a Tribulation at the Origin Grade, and Rowan did not just crush a Tribulation at this level, this Tribulation was against the founder of the Berserker Aspect itself, meaning he gained more benefits than usual.
As he felt his body changing, Rowan closed his eyes to fully experience everything happening inside of him, he did not experience this blissful state for long before he was distracted.
His golden eyes opened as he sensed the Narghal Tyrant appearing before him, his body was now a bit faded but he appeared every bit as powerful as before.
The Narghal Tyrant was looking at Rowan with astonishment, as he surveyed the destroyed Reality around him and groaned aloud,
"You are not a creature that any universe can birth, what is an aberration like you doing inside her glorious body? You are a dragon dwelling inside a tiny pond, and if you are not careful, a slight shake of your body will shatter the pond. Still, it is a shame you cannot kill me, for my blessings go deeper than you know and nothing can take my throne. Not even something like you."
"Then is it…" Rowan was interrupted by the changes ongoing inside of him as he groaned feeling his spine shatter to pieces and regrow itself repeatedly, he could shut off the pain and move it to another consciousness, but he did not want to do that, pain and pleasure were both sides of the same coin, and he would experience all of it
Rowan gasped, "... is it all a scam? You can have no successor, and even after I destroy you, then I will not inherit all your mantle. That does not feel entirely fair, is it?"
The Narghal Tyrant frowned, "Do not besmirch my honor, Abomination. The prize is open for you to take, yet you are too weak to collect it. You have failed, a worthy successor would be found in the future, and it would not be you."
Rowan smiled, "Yeah, I was expecting something like this, what I have learnt in my short life is that anything worth doing is worth doing well. Taking your Throne is something worth doing, so don't think I will leave anything to chance."
The Narghal Tyrant laughed a bit, as his body began to fade, taking with him the Tribulation Ring, "Failure has made you mad, leave your foolish dreams behind Abomination, you are not enough."