Chapter 973: Seven Centuries (final)

There was silence for a while before it was broken by Old Man Seed who laughed in bitterness,

"You have no idea how this works, nothing mundane would fill up Tenebris, only true treasures, and all of my treasures are collected not for their value alone, but for their sentimental significance. I do not just pick treasure, they have to be unique. The Aechon Stones were born from the depths of the underworld, their foul radiance birthed by..."

Elura pushed her hands into space and she appeared to be digging into reality, and before long she drew out her palm, and hovering above it was a massive Aechon Stone that if it were crushed would create tens of thousands of smaller pieces

s, that were far more plentiful than what Old Man Seed had just used during the last hundred years,

"Will this be enough? I still have more," Elura asked innocently, as she dropped the massive Aechon stone to the ground, making the entire domain tremble due to its weight, and she appeared to be fishing for more.

Old Man Seed choked and coughed, "How could you acquire so many Aechon Stones? They can only be found on the seventy-fifth level of the Abyss."

Elura paused, then continued fishing in the tear in space, "Oh well, as you know there is this lovely invention called commerce and alliance, ...trade? Turns out that Ashkerion, Demon Lord and Ruler of the seventy-fifth level of the Great Abyss has a fondness for Trellis Bane, he eats those things like candy, and you know Trellis Bane could only be found in the domain of the Celestials, and only in the domain of the Light Council, under the watchful eyes of the Seraphim of Scourge, Samael, so any transaction is impossible, but Samael has a need for Shellix Orbs which can only be found in the domain of Chaos under Ruhghim Blight's control, and Rihghim has a pressing need for..."

She continued listing dozens of names of powerful individuals and Primordial Domains that made the face of Old Man Seed turn white with shock.

Elura had created a web across most of the major domains and with it, she was able to gather information and resources in a manner that could almost rival those of Labyrinth.

"... In this manner, I was able to convince every party to release the treasures they have for what they need and none of them knew the origin of the exchange. I take ten percent off of every transaction and keep the..."

Old Man Seed did not let her finish speaking before he gritted his teeth in irritation, "It doesn't matter what you have gathered over the years, I will have you know that Aechon Stones are the least among my treasures and even if I have a hundred of this freak I can handle them all with no issue. Put away your lousy stone and let me handle my grandson in peace."

This was the second time looking back that Old Man Seed wished he had kept his mouth shut and accepted the treasures from Elura.

With a wave of his hand, Old Man Seed tore his domain in two, and in the midst of the massive crater, treasures overflowing without number were revealed to the light, folding his hands in satisfaction he grinned, "Let me see how much that freak believes he can eat. No matter how much he wants I shall feed him until he chokes!"

A peculiar sight emerged in this domain as Old Man Seed began pouring resources into Tenebris, far more than the armor required and he chuckled when he saw the armor struggling to contain all the energy he was pouring into it.

Countless exotic treasures that would cause wars across dimensions were thrown into the Tenebris armor and although it struggled to swallow them all, none of the energy went to waste.

Rowan was blissfully unaware of what was ongoing in the outside world, for the first time in a long time he was able to pursue the path of knowledge without any tribulations hanging over his head.

Submerging himself in knowledge he was dimly aware of his dimensional flesh increasing in might, but he was not observant of those changes, the gleaming roads of the paths to power that were carried by every shard of the Supreme Circle filled him with a sense of wonder and accomplishment.

Since his consciousness was shattered to pieces and he was unable to aod any of those parts, it made the journey to decipher every shard difficult but not impossible, and it a sort of difficulty where every time he conquered a shard it brought about a burst of fulfillment to him.

With millions of shards being conquered every second, he was getting closer and closer to the completion of the Supreme Circle, and he was already feeling a sort of tightness around his consciousness and dimensional flesh as every shard he mastered added an invisible layer of power over his body.

Centuries after centuries went by, and Rowan could feel this tightness increasing and the shards of the Supreme Circle growing smaller in the distance.

A grand tapestry was being uncovered in his consciousness and Rowan felt he could almost reach his hand across and seize it all.

With every shard he compiled, he became aware that he might have looked down a bit on the Supreme Circle. This was not just going to be one of the many weapons he had, but a foundational power that would stand hand in hand with any of his bloodlines.

It was almost with regret that he saw that the end was approaching. The Shards in the distance were no longer innumerable, and the feeling of completion was growing stronger and stronger, and Rowan basked in that feeling.

If conquering shards was likened to an orgasm, well he had been conquering millions of shards every second, do the math.

The end came and Rowan's consciousness became complete. The Tenebris armor spat him out so quickly he almost thought he heard a cry of relief from the armor.

A quick check of his consciousness showed that seven centuries had passed and his Serpents had truly been busy. The Primordial Record was vibrating harshly in his consciousness and Rowan's eyes opened to see the startled and furious gaze of Old Man Seed.

"You gave up before even millennia?! Do you know how much..." the Old Man growled, his eyes were red and his long white hair was beginning to rise in the air as if carried by invisible winds.

Rowan was not focused on the old man but was concentrated inside his mental space, but he still distractedly answered him,

"It is done, I completed the Supreme Circle."

"Hehehehe, Elura, the freak has gone mad. I believed I must have overfed him these past few centuries and this is the result." Old Man Seed yelled. Elura's gaze was also troubled and she was silent and observed Rowan, whose closed eyes could be seen moving under his eyelids as if he was reading something. Elura turned to her father, "How do you know he has not succeeded?" "Suceeded?!" Old Man Seed scoffed, "Except you have something you have not told me about the freak that would break my mind then it is absolutely impossible that he has completed even a single percent of the first Supreme Circle. The best time I gave him was ten million years, and that is if everything goes according to plan which it never does. How can you even consider that he could succeed in seven centuries?!"