The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2170

Chapter 2170: A Garden

This sapling rapidly grew to a tree no taller than a mortal child, its leaves the color of dawn, its roots reaching into the fabric of Existence and drawing from it, nourishment.

It was the first true life that had been born in this Existence using the power of Origin untainted by End, and Eos had created it from the flesh of a Primordial Demon.

For a moment, the eyes of the Demon were transfixed by what grew out of his chest, as bizarre as it looked, he could see that the transformation made to his body was almost natural; it was as if this was what he had always meant to be... a small tree.

If millions of cosmic eras ago, his destiny had not been changed by the Luminious, he might have been this tree, slowly growing and connecting to all life around him.

It was the first time in his entire life that Xylos had seen beauty and peace, and he recognized it.

He always knew of these concepts, but he did not understand them... could not figure out what beauty meant or what it would feel like to be content and at peace... he only knew power and the desire to pursue more of it.

At the end, it was almost as if his greatest enemy had given him the best gift he had ever received in his life.

Xylos’s body collapsed around the tree, his corrupted form dissolving into ash that rained down on the sapling like fertilizer. And as he faded, his voice came one last time in a whisper.

"Thank you," it said. "Thank you for—"

Then he was gone.

Eos watched Primordial Demon turn to ash for a moment before he turned back to the sapling that was pulsing in his hand.

From the bottom of the little tree, the root began to spread, but Eos stopped it from spreading into Existence. Just because he could create a miracle from the Primordial Demon’s body did not mean he could maintain it across Existence forever.

Instead, he bent the roots with his Will to enter his body where they began to spread across it, causing the seeds inside his chest to gravitate towards the tree.

Its branches began to spread out as it reached toward the heavens of his Origin Land, and golden leaves began to spread across it, and from those leaves came a cleansing rain that began to generate an ocean of pure Origin Essence.

Eos reached into himself and caught a drop on his new arm, and where it touched, the question that was his arm became something a little more certain and real.

This rain was not just Origin Essence; it represented one of the core parts of himself that was being expressed in the purest state possible.

It was like the cry of a child, or the surprised gasp of a blind boy who suddenly gained his sight and sees the light of the rising sun for the first time, and finally understands what that warmth that touched his skin in the morning truly meant.

"That was beautiful," a voice said behind him.

The voice was eerily familiar, coming from someone who he once thought was his family.

Eos turned around to see Primordial Life wearing the form of Old Man Seed.

He had not joined Xylos in attacking him, nor did he run; instead, he seemed to be waiting.

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