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Chapter 962  A Thousand Years Secrets (3)

He started the experiment with Ameera barely three thousand years ago, and over time, if he grew more confident about her abilities, he should be able to increase its effectiveness, and in a billion years or less, he would be able to create a separate soul, independent yet still the same as the original.

After that, there would be nothing stopping him from repeating this process a couple more times until his Soul Potency reached its limits, by that time the Third prince may have hundreds of souls.

The possibility that he was on the road to success was utterly terrifying, it would be virtually impossible for Rowan to destroy such a foe, even if he vowed to hunt the Third Prince across all of reality, this wily Reflection would make his existence a living hell by revealing all of Rowan\'s known secrets to his enemies.

That was not even taking into consideration the compounding benefits of owning hundreds of souls when it came to comprehension and so many other facets of life. The growth and destructive potential of the Third Prince would reach such a level that it would be difficult for Rowan to analyze his potential again.

The reason everything that was considered precious by some of the greatest geniuses in the many universes became scraps in Rowan\'s sight was because of the numerous consciousness pillars that granted him the ability to have many streams of thought like a hive mind. He could instantly see through their techniques and create better ones because he had what should be considered multiple extremely powerful souls in one body.

There was a particular technique that was called Dance of The Void. It was a strange and powerful technique that would grant the user a nearly indestructible body, but it required an extremely high amount of comprehension prowess to be able to advance through its eighteen levels.

Of all the memories he had read, the most successful who had mastered thirteen levels of this technique had used fifteen million years to do so, earning multiple acclaim all over the many universes and making this immortal one of the most dangerous and powerful God King to ever exist. Rowan had deciphered the technique up to the fifteenth level in three minutes, before discarding it as useless. It granted the user 700,000 points in Constitution at the highest level, which was a lot by the standard of the many universes, but it would lock the potential of the body forever at that height. Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

The sheer difference in comprehension that resulted from having multiple souls did not compound linearly but exponentially.

The Third Prince had no time to begin enjoying the benefit of this arrangement he made because of Rowan although he had partially succeeded. Every trace of his presence in the living universe was being wiped out but the ones inside of Ameera were safe and untouched.

Rowan had been amazed at the arrangement of Ohrox, the Demon King of Destruction, and the Third Prince\'s arrangement was crazier than even those of Ohrox.

Rowan always lamented the lack of time for him to grow stronger, but was that not the case too for his enemies, especially the terrifying ones like the Third Prince? They had lived longer than him but this did not stop them from trying to grow powerful.

His potential was still largely untapped and Rowan would keep growing stronger in the future, but he was not alone in this regard.

Among the sea of geniuses were exceptionally special ones whose only obstacle to their eventual domination of reality was their misfortune in crossing Rowan\'s path.

Their destiny, no matter how great it could have been was cut short by the fact they stood against him. He did not lament their fall, for he would have taken their place if he was weaker.

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Rowan was not hasty in dealing with Ameera when he found her, instead, he proceeded to seal her away but made sure every bit of the Third Prince\'s nascent soul was destroyed.

There were no memories inside of it, only fragments of his Will and emotion, and as expected, they were all dark and filled with nothing but the lust for power and surprisingly, also fear. Great fear. Rowan had an inkling of what the Third Prince feared, and he knew it was not him, because at the time he placed this bit of Will inside Ameera, he was not yet a threat, and was a helpless prey that was being endlessly tortured.

Rowan\'s fingers twitched. Something had just changed.

He was concentrating on what was ongoing inside the universe, but it did not stop him from feeling that something had been altered on the Twilight Bridge.

There was a subtle sensation that was difficult to put into words. It was almost as if the space around the Twilight Bridge had gotten filled up as if a massive presence had squeezed itself to occupy a tiny space, it also helped that the Primordial Ouroboros\' senses were unexpectedly filled with the smell of rot and decay.

\'Finally, the hidden hand shows itself.\' If it was who Rowan expected, then he feared that there was a chance that the figure might choose not to reveal themselves, but if Rowan was a betting man, he would take a chance that they would, because if he was in their shoes, he would also make this attempt.

The chance to hunt a weakened Rowan was something that only a madman or an extremely sane one would refuse.

Even if they knew that this might be a trap, it was constructed too well, Rowan had placed himself in a sphere of vulnerability that could not be faked, and if they struck hard and fast enough, then no matter the trap he had set down, there was still a great chance that he would fall. The real question here was whether they would take this bet, and it appeared that they did.

He had a crunch behind him, which was soon followed by a chewing sound. He did not need to turn around to know that it was emerging from the crushed body of Minerva. His Ouroboros Serpent had torn the Demon King to pieces, but they had disdained in feeding on her flesh. To the Primordial Ouroboros Serpents, it was an honor to their prey if they devoured them. These eldritch creatures believed that devouring their prey meant keeping a portion of their Spirit alive inside them, and this would be the greatest of graces they could afford their prey.

Minerva had drawn their ire and her Spirit was not worthy to be preserved. Somehow Rowan thought that this tradition from the Primordial ouroboros Serpents was not a facade, these serpents were truly preserving the Spirit of whatever they consumed, and although he did not know what purposes those Spirit might serve, he was willing to allow this mystery to rest.

Discovering the mysteries about this bloodline would take a while, and he had other matters on his mind.