Rowan's main body opened his eyes and looked at the shimmering thread in his hand, which represented the Origin of Souls.
A lot had happened as he explored this Origin, but barely three weeks had gone by in real time and twelve thousand years inside his Origin Land.
In twelve thousand years, a lot had changed. With the passive regenerative capabilities of his Origin Land paired with the powers of his bloodlines, the chaos that arose from this battle was slowly being cleansed.
Rowan had to make sure everything was going well with the Origin Land before he plunged into the Origin of Imagination.
He opened his eyes to see a flourishing sight of endless forests with trees that reached for the heavens. Life had unexpectedly bloomed, his hair had become the nest of massive birds the size of mountains, whose numbers were in the billions!
Rowan was sitting in the center of a sea that reached his waist, and he could sense that countless lives had made his lower body their home.
