The Primordial Record

It was not as if he had not anticipated something like this happening, and he knew a rather easy solution to the problem. Soul points.

Rowan wanted to use his Soul point to accelerate the growth of the Soul Reaver bloodline; it could serve as a replacement to anything, even Spirit. If his Spirit was not enough, he would replace them with Soul points, a rather wasteful use of them but the situation demanded it.

About to start activating the Soul points, he paused when he heard a crack inside his Mental Space.

The massive blank face that had resided inside his Mental Space had a crack running down it from top to bottom, as a result of the chaos transpiring inside the ephemeral space.

The suction force from the Soul Reaver bloodline was so strong that it began eating the next best source of Spirit inside his Mental Space—The blank face.

Maybe it was doing much more, for Rowan sensed it was pulling much more than the blank face and rapidly consuming it, but he did not understand what his bloodline was devouring.

Rowan watched in glee as pieces of the face began to break off and were rapidly turned into nothing by the Soul Reaver bloodline, and as it consumed the cracked pieces of the faces, Rowan noticed that the shape behind him was becoming stable, and the purple flecks inside of it were growing denser.

Rowan checked the status of the Soul Reaver bloodline inside the Primordial Record, and he saw something amazing.

The Soul Reaver bloodline on its own was already the peak among Omnipotent bloodlines, with his experience, he knew not all Omnipotent bloodlines were equal.

It could be argued that the Soul Reaver bloodline was even more special, even among the top Omnipotent bloodlines.

The mortal state of this technique took five thousand Soul Points to be upgraded, but now he saw that the upgrading point had increased by 10.

So instead of five thousand points to complete the Mortal State, there were now, 5010 points needed.

Was there the possibility that he could evolve this bloodline the same way he did his Ouroboros bloodline? But if that was possible then this blank face in his mind would not be enough, more than half of it was already gone, and it had only managed to improve the bloodline by only 100 points now.

The benefits of upgrading his bloodline beyond the known limits were fairly obvious, for he could break past all known limitations of the bloodline, enhancing it to unknown heights.

His Ouroboros bloodline, for example, was only supposed to control a single Ouroboros Serpent, but due to the enhancement from the golden fluid inside his shell, he was able to control six Ouroboros Serpents!

The path to the Bloodline Ascension of his Soul Reaver bloodline had been laid in front of him, and he would be a fool not to take it.

Using the instinct he had developed inside the Nexus, he guided his Soul points towards that blank face, for a while, there was no change, and then it began rapidly consuming his Soul points, it took a whole thousand Soul points just to return it to its previous state.

Yet, the blank face was still accepting Soul points, so he allowed it, and slowly the blank face, like a face being sculpted by an invisible hand, began to grow all the features of a face.

The middle of the blank face swelled, and a pert nose appeared, then eyes, and finally a mouth, the face developed character, and soon turned into the face of a woman.

Instinct made him pause the injection of Soul points, allowing his bloodline to consume the face back to its former, battered state.

Although with the influx of this new source of energy, the drain on his Spirit had never ceased, but was still being consumed alongside the face, and he was in a drowsy state, only the strength of his body kept him aware and sane.

Everyone else would have perished or gone insane by this exorbitant drain on their Spirit.

He had spent 3,000 Soul points rebuilding the face, and had about 12,000 left, not knowing how much of the blank face he would have to consume to reach his bloodline saturation point, he opened his eyes and looked at the horde not too far away from him.

"My babies, it’s your turn now. Every single piece of flesh and soul below… I want it all."

From his chest three Ouroboros Serpents crawled out, no bigger than a few feet, their eyes cold and filled with the light of apathy.

Their resemblance was now closer to those of wingless dragons than snakes, with the spiky ridges lining their backs extending down to their tails.

The three Ouroboros Serpents before him were the youngest and also the most colorful, they were the four eyes Ouroboros Serpent with blue scale, five eyes Ouroboros Serpent with a light purple scales and the last had whitish gold scales with six eyes, they all glittered like pieces of art under the evening light.

They circled once around him, and they plunged into the ground and disappeared.

Rowan sighed and sat down cross-legged , the black shadow representing his bloodline mimicked his actions and sat with him. The bloodline limit had increased to 5,700 and was still growing. The completed face of the woman seemed to feed his bloodline far more than his blank face.

Anytime it was reduced to a few large pieces, Rowan would repeat his actions to feed the face Soul points to repair it. Rowan again noticed his bloodline was not only feeding on the face, but also on something connected with it.

What was this blank face? It reminded him of the stone statue left behind by those godlike beings when he met them during the gathering at the Covenant.

He would ask those questions when he returned to the Covenant, but for now, they were a source of nourishment to his bloodline.

The earth began to vibrate, and massive cracks that span the entire plains below swept out.

"BOOOM!!!"

A series of large blasts rocked the horde below, as the three colossal Ouroboros Serpents emerged on the battlefield. They had all assumed their full sizes, and they resembled mountains thrusting out from the ground.

Each was three thousand feet long, and well over four hundred feet across, they rose to the skies like heavenly pillars, their scales were glittering, and as one they plunged back into the battlefield.

The true predators were here.

Rowan watched as with every second, his energy value was increasing, and his Soul points were ticking forward, and he could not help but grin slightly.

He closed his eyes and monitored his bloodline growth, fueling the repair of the face every few minutes.

Rowan would occasionally open his eyes to access the destruction on the plain below, and he watched with numb awe, as the three pillars of destruction ravaged everything.

The first change he noticed about the Ouroboros Serpents was the Aura they gave off, although there were not many mortal level beasts in the horde. Most of them collapsed and began foaming at the mouth, and in a few seconds later they were all dead.

Hundreds of thousands of mortal level creatures were all wiped out just by seeing the Serpents, and Legendary and Rift State creatures all went stiff, with most of the creatures in these state soon going insane and began attacking each other, killing themselves seemed like a mercy, as Rowan heard the sounds of the dying had notes of relief within.

The presence of the Ouroboros Serpents affected a group more than any other—The flying beasts.

Rowan had seen many fantastic and horrible things in this new life, but it was rare to see both of those combined.

The air became filled with falling shapes of all colors and sizes, their feathers had various colors that reflected the evening light, and their falling bodies in the hundreds of thousands filled the skies.