Chapter 581 A Demon's Playground

Chapter 581 A Demon's Playground

581 A Demon's Playground

Rowan's multiple consciousness swept through his entire Mental Space and he sighed, a sound that echoed throughout the immensity of this region, making the child made from white flames pursuing the sun look around in fear before covering himself in a blanket of flames, leaving only a single eye peeking through it.

Rowan's Consciousness Pillar was now at 82, and there was more being created with every god he was digesting and the reach of his Mental Power was now so great it was almost turning physical, he noticed this change when his consciousness Pillar reached 77.

There was now a subtle change in his Mental Power and it appeared that it was beginning to slowly merge with his Telekinesis and Innate Force Field, this was leading to an all-

around boost of these two sets of powers.

His voice resounded throughout the immensity of his Mental Space,

"My Primordial Sea of Darkness... Now you become a true sea."

Rowan was pushing for the Third Supreme Circle for his Sheol Bloodline and in order to do so, his Territory must be completed, something that no other creatures who had Territories would ever try to do because of the limits on their lifespan.

Most would only bring their Territory to the stage where it could support their ascension and maybe a little more, no one else would attempt to fully complete their Territory except they had access to cruel and bizarre rituals like devouring the Territories of others, and those also pose a special risk.

Rowan Territory was far more powerful than most and his Mental Space was massive and he could fit the entire Cerulean Galaxy inside of it.

These two combinations meant that without Soul Energy, even if he could gain more lifespan from seeding worlds, it would take him tens of millions of years to complete his Territory, although he did not need to do this.

His Territory was enough to support the next Supreme Circle and maybe even up to the seventh Supreme Circle, but how could Rowan be satisfied with stopping at such a low level of power?

Noticing that apart from the pain his Mental Space could handle this amount of strain, he decisively crushed twenty thousand Soul Crystals.

The wave sweeping across the surface of his Primordial Sea of Darkness was higher than ten thousand miles, and the waves behind were even higher.

His Territory began to grow, as the Sea of Darkness deepened.

Kohron cursed fiercely, screaming his anger at Rowan to come fight him directly, but the wily Demon did not stop trying to free himself from the impromptu prison he found himself in.

From all over his body he created mouths filled with serrated teeth that began to chew through the chains, it took a few seconds and then he was free.

He took in a deep breath and the smile on his face widened and he nearly began to laugh.

Looking around Kohron did not bother reasoning why the events that were occurring were possible or why the summons he responded to out of boredom brought him here, he just wanted to revel in the fight because this situation presented the greatest desire in the heart of every Demon.

There was destruction, despair, pain, chaos, disorder, wrath... a portent brew that could only be truly satisfied inside the Material Universe

This was hell. A hell that had been denied from every Demon for so long, and they only got to experience it rarely during the life cycle of a universe, mostly towards its end.

The last thirty Eras of the multiverse had been peaceful, Kohron was a relatively young Demon prince, having lived for only two Eras.

He had battled on many universes, but he was always reminded by the superiors that he was born in the Era of Peace, and he had never seen true devastation wrought on a universe.

Now, he had a taste and he wanted more. Fuck Covenant. Fuck the plans. His brother was showing him the way a true Demon Prince should live, and he would partake in this glorious orgy of slaughter until this shell he wore was dead or he killed his brother.