Rowan had the capability to push the perverse ability to seed worlds to gain stats to an insane degree, but at this point, he had only Seed a fraction of the worlds in his dimensions, and those worlds had become a cultivation paradise for the lucky ones who could find them, his dimension was vast, and for the adventurous among his children, there were always endless surprises waiting for them.
He had reached the limit of strength he could gain via seeding worlds, to the extent that he had millions of stats points just set aside, and he was unable to allocate them. Rowan had more than exceeded the limit of stat allocation he could gain as a third dimension.
If he could become a living fourth dimension, he could spread the weight of increasing his stats points across Time, and with this ingenious method, rapidly increase his power threshold.
He had reached the hundred million mark for his Constitution first before strength or agility and at that time a Core had been born inside his dimension. It was massive, pulsing with endless vitality, and had the ability to produce essence if energy was fed into it. This core had the ability to nourish his dimension, enriching it with the essence of life.
This was an astonishing thing for any immortal that would wish to follow the pathway of cultivating their core, but the problem was that very few immortals would be able to push a single stat to reach the hundred million mark.
It was unknown if this supreme core was known to others, as it would shake the foundations of the cultivation culture in all of reality, but for Rowan, this benefit was simply a single hair on the body of a camel that was bigger than a mountain.
He did not lack vitality or need to be nourished by any external forces, his Ouroboros Bloodline was more than enough for that task.
Rowan soon gained Strength Cores and Agility Cores, and they also brought their benefit that should increase his strength and speed to astonishing levels.
However Rowan's attributes never stopped growing, and soon his constitution passed two hundred million points, and at that time the birth of a second Constitution Core shook his dimension. He did not know the probability of getting a single Stat Core, but it must be rare, then the probability of gaining a second one must be much harder or more unlikely.
Cultivating core was supposed to get harder the stronger you became, but if such a rule oversaw reality, Rowan's existence disdained that rule, because his stats kept increasing and he kept gaining more cores, and presently he had five cores in agility, strength, and seven in constitution.
Opening his Primordial Record he learned that the names for it were called Star Ancient Supreme Core. Faintly Rowan wondered what would happen when he reached a billion points for each stat, would something change?
He could only put this thought away at the moment, awaiting the day he reached the fourth-dimensional state, his powers that had reached an unfathomable level would take another step forward, and this would be barely enough to survive what was to come if he was ever to be discovered by Nemesis before he was prepared.
Rowan had crossed countless miles until he reached the position he wanted, and then with a wave of his hand, the massive Tower of Greed began to shrink, its size defying meaning becoming extremely small and slipping into his right eye where it took the place of his pupils.
A closer look at the Tower of Greed would reveal that although it had eighteen levels, every single level of it had been made from thirty-three smaller levels!
He soon realized that this was his base stat. This was him at zero, having a stat point of eleven million each for his three major attributes was now considered Rowan's lowest point.
The last time he bothered to check, even a God Emperor would be dancing with joy if any of their individual stat reached a million. Most immortals' highest point they would ever reach in their lives won't exceed a million, but his lowest point will be above eleven million, and yet it was nearly not enough to move his body.
Rowan sat down and watched the source-level treasure in his right hand becoming increasingly completed, its form shifting chaotically, slowly getting to its final state, and he brought up his left hand, and on his massive palm that was bigger than a continent, a faint gleam like starlight emerged, and began to multiply.
"Forgive me for this, but I promise on my life that I will not let any of them touch you."
He slowly turned his hand which was still being filled with starlight and they began to pour down near his feet, their colors shining bright like newly created stars.
Rowan clenched his jaws in annoyance, but he continued with his actions. The soul flame quickly recognized that what was falling from his palm was Soul Origin!
Knowing how much Rowan valued the lives of his children, it was surprising that he would use their Soul Origin as bait, but then the soul flame realized that nothing else would draw the Primordial keepers here.
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