Rowan watched as the bodies of birds fell from the skies for miles around, all under the triumphant roars of the Ouroboros Serpents who flew through the air, uncaring and savage in their unearthly might.

In his previous life, judging by their current speed, his Ouroboros Serpents would have been able to wipe out every single life form on his planet within five hours or less, every human, birds, fishes, everything that walked on land or lived in the sea, they could kill, just by circling the planet.

Rowan knew, except for Minor planets with Dominators of the Second Circle or higher, he would be able to wipe out all life on that planet. He had not even stepped into the Rift State yet.

I am no human.

I am a Plane Walker. My soul has traveled through the eternal void between universes, and I am unique in all of creation.

I am Chaos Blood. The blood of chaos runs through my veins. I neither have a beginning nor an end. I am endless and all powerful, and before my presence all rules are broken.

I am a Reality Butcher. My tongue has tasted the blood of the universe, and my ears have heard her cries, inside me lies the lamentation of a fallen universe.

It was not even two minutes, but Rowan was sure that millions of beasts were already dead. The Ouroboros Serpents focused on creatures that were at the Incarnation State, as only those could fill the gaps in their teeth.

Most surprising however that of all the golden beasts in the horde, none of them were higher than the Incarnation State. If not for the vision of his, Rowan might have never known that there were creatures from his bloodline that were in a higher realm.

There was a certain mysterious organization at work here, and he knew these creatures got smarter the higher their powers grew. He would not be surprised if they had a real army, not just the horde roaming the surface of the planet.

The real enemy here had not bared its fangs. Recalling the image of that dragon, Rowan wondered if it was the same dragon that tried to devour him the moment he was in his weakest state and falling down from the sky after the Teleportation.

The Ouroboros Serpent began moving faster. Their massive size was by no way an indication of their speed, and after an internal debate between them where they divided the few hundred Incarnation state beasts between themselves, Rowan nearly smiled when he saw they gave most of the prey to the Last Born—The Six Eyed Ouroboros.

They split up and charged, their speed and mass shattering the skies, and creating a massive shockwave so powerful, it crushed everything above and below them. Rowan almost lost himself in their might, as they were all extensions of him.

Rowan smiled in satisfaction and closed his eyes. The progress on his bloodline limit has increased, and currently it sits at 7,300. He tried not to imagine how insane that number was.

At the Mortal State level, this bloodline had no equals. His Ouroboros Bloodline was already so powerful, and they had needed far less than these amounts of Soul points in the Mortal State.

Yet such a powerful bloodline did not bring as much joy as it would at first brought him, he only felt the weight of responsibility. He had struggled to control a lesser Omnipotent bloodline, could he control this one better?

He marshalled his thoughts, reminding himself what he was, any doubts were the last fading sparks of the mortal mind of Rowan Kuranes the man.

Not only that, but he had all the tools required for his growth, and his willingness to upgrade this bloodline was at the peak. If the Primordial Keepers had bloodlines that were beyond those of the Empyrean in the material universe, then he would just have to go beyond their bloodlines.

Create something beyond them.

Only… Rowan had a slight frown on his face, the shadow behind him was beginning to change.

The palm of the shadow grabbed him and intertwined with his own as if they were lovers.

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Scarvross finished all the arrangements he had with Circe and although Mabel Boreas wanted to catch up, he hurriedly excused himself, and left the convoy far behind. He called up the Green Wind from his Territory and he zoomed away, faster than sound.

Making sure he ascended above the clouds, he faced the south and disappeared into the horizon.

It took all he had to keep his features steady and composed, but he was sure that Mabel Boreas, who now goes as Nana, knew that he wanted to leave the convoy as soon as possible. There was not much that escaped the gaze of that woman, it was such a shame what happened to her, she was in line to fight for the name of Boreas a thousand years ago.

But her loss were the gains of others, for he was one of the Guardsmen under the ruling Boreas, and from the rumors there was bad blood between Nana and the family Ancestor.

Those were rumors, however. Unlike what he had in his hands now.

This calamity had delayed the spread of news on Jarkarr, so Nana should not know of the hottest bounty in the past thousand years.

Their loss was definitely his gain. Scarvros delighted laughter echoed after his passage through the air.

The Ancestor of the Tiberius family had placed out a massive bounty on the head of a man from the Kuranes family—Rowan Kuranes, and this bounty was also seconded by the Ancestor of the Kuranes family too. According to them, Rowan Kuranes has stolen a valuable Origin Treasure.

He was labelled a rogue Dominator, and he was conniving with the enemies of the Empire.

If a valid report of his sighting was to be submitted, then the two Earth gods were willing to give a boon as payment.

Just Sightings, not even apprehending the perpetrator. Such an easy bounty was incredibly attractive to every power in the Empire.

Of course, there would be no report of fake sightings given to an Earth god, for there were quite easier ways to painfully torture yourself and everyone associated with you for an eternity.

The Empire was literally aflame with the hunt for this mysterious man who could draw the ire of two major families.

A boon from an Ancestor of a Major family—Earth gods, were almost as valuable as a boon from the gods themselves, after all, they were the mortal representatives of the gods on earth, and theirs was a gift beyond rare.

There were only seven Fourth Circle Dominator in the entire Empire, and their power and reach could not be overemphasised.

With a single boon from an Earth god, it was possible to be elevated to the Third Great Circle, have a planet under your name, and live a long and prosperous life for thousands of years.

Yet, this was a boon from two Earth gods. The implications of that were terrifying, and only the thousand years of experience had kept him from not leaping for joy when he saw the source of the greatest hunt in recent memory walk in front of him.

There were also tales about certain underground organizations looking for him, and as such a bounty from the gods could not go unnoticed for long, the entire Empire was embroiled in mania.

Scarvros had no idea how such a fugitive would not have found ways to continue running as far away from the Empire as possible, for you would think someone with the wherewithal to steal an Origin Treasure would have a solid escape plan far from the Empire.

But perhaps this was the smartest move he could make.

Indeed, most were searching for him outside the bounds of the Empire in distant worlds, but a common inspection and message delivery on their families planet had just netted him the jackpot.