Fury’s action was unexpected, but Rowan was not angry, rather he was amused by this turn of event because when Fury had attacked him he detected no sign of malice, instead what he sensed almost made him smile, it was disdain. This man who resembled him felt disdain towards him. This was the first time Rowan had ever sensed something like this from a mortal.

Something told Rowan he was not a special candidate for the brat disdain, he felt Fury did the same thing to everyone else, maybe even the gods themselves.

Is this not similar to the way I look down on other Dominators?

But this man was not an Empyrean, but he had a very shocking quality that Rowan had detected—Fury had a vast Soul.

With his advancement to Incarnation, and the unlocking of the Knowledge Well Chamber, it quietly displayed another function he did not expect, it was somewhat similar to the Primordial Record, but what it did was the opposite, it analyzed everything he came in contact with and recorded them.

The feature merged with his Empyrean Vision and gave Rowan a nascent form of Omniscience. Because he could now have at his fingertips the meaning of everything his senses touched.

From their blood type to all the food they ate for the last three years, their pathways, perhaps even a glimpse of their thoughts, all these all more was available to him under this Chamber.

Rowan had not fully understood the usage of Knowledge Well, but one thing it did when analyzing a living creature was to judge the strength of the Soul. With that knowledge, it could deduce the total amount of Soul Points a being would give him.

Fury’s Soul was astonishingly powerful for his level, almost equal to a third of the fragment of Erohim Soul he was still consuming and that fact was really spectacular. To put this into context, he had detected that Fury was at the peak of the second circle, same with Dorian.

Dorian Soul had given him only 122,459 Soul Points. The Fragment of Erohim Soul would be giving him 10,000,000 Soul Points, and Fury Soul was worth 3,000,000 Soul Points. This was almost twenty-five times as powerful as Dorian at the same level!

It was almost impossible to truly fathom the gap between both of them.

The Soul governs the Spirit, and for the Kuranes Family whose bloodline was focused on Spirit-based abilities, Fury should be the cream of the crop.

Rowan was a special case and comparing him to Dominators was impossible, as he did not have a Soul, so any comparison was impossible, but if Dorian used his Spirit to cast a small fireball, in Fury hands that small fireball would be equal to a volcano eruption.

It was most likely that what Erohim almost killed him with was just a small match flame. If the only tool in the hand of even a fallen god was a match flame, it should be enough to raze an entire planet, because of the sheer size and depth of their souls.

Rowan recalled the techniques used by Dorian, especially that red beam of heat, that caused him so much trouble. If it was Fury using that same technique, and Rowan had met him when he was at the Legendary State, he would have had no chance to retaliate, he would be dead! No matter how many times he could regenerate.

Yet, he knew Fury must have more powerful techniques, just the method he used to create those flame spiritual beasts were spectacular, and let not forget that he seemed to have tore Vraegar apart with his bare hands. His physical aspects must also be very powerful, which was to be expected, for it took a powerful vessel to hold a powerful soul.

Fury may not be an Empyrean, but it seems his might is close to one! This man had every reason to be proud.

But that should be against a normal Empyrean, to compare him to Rowan was silly. If Rowan was at the peak of the second circle, Fury would be less than an ant before him.

All these thoughts flew around inside his multiple consciousness in less than a tenth of a second. Fury wanted to fight with him, he had detected that desire underneath his disdain, but he chose to enter the Divine Kingdom first.

Rowan cocked his head to the side, “Were there more secrets to the Divine Kingdom that he was not aware of?”

Whatever it was that Fury wanted that he choosed to delay the fight that he obviously yearned for, he would not be giving it to him, as far as Rowan was concerned there was not enough to share, and if Fury did not see reason, he would never reject 3,000,000 Soul Points.

The chains around him were no issue, for although they were scorching hot, they had not managed to penetrate through his Telekinetic field. This should just be meant to delay him, not to hold him, although it would be almost physically impossible for a normal Dominator at the second Great Circle to free themselves from these chains.

He could break them or easily shimmy his way through them using his Telekinesis as a lubricant, but he was not going to take that route. His Ouroboros blood had already been screaming bloody murder all this while, and he decided to appease it by breaking the chains.

Rowan attempted to flex his muscles, but that was before a massive wave of Soul Energy slammed into his Consciousness like an exploding sun.

Rowan’s eyes bulged out before exploding, he nearly fell on his knees, as the contents of his head began to churn as if a blender had been inserted into his skull. His Spine cracked and fell to pieces, but his physique was so strong he was still standing.

The Soul of Erohim was massive beyond compare, so massive it covered the entire Palace of Ice in fog, and filled up a third of his Mental Space, and more was still streaming into his consciousness.

It would seem like he had gained far more than he bargained for.