The Primordial Record - Chapter 2187 The Constellation of Existence

Chapter 2187  The Constellation of Existence

It was nearly impossible for Eos to truly determine if his plans were ever going to work the way he wanted, especially when he was dealing with Existence and his present form that had exceeded the ninth-dimensional level.

He had discovered during the fusion with his soul that Existence was a tenth-dimensional space.

If there were no threats against Existence and his soul had all the time needed to fuse with it, then he would have automatically grown to become a tenth-dimensional Existence.

However, there was something wrong with the tenth-dimensional level of Existence, and that was because it was not complete.

There was no rule or law of the tenth dimension binding Existence in the same way that the third dimension had space and the fourth dimension had time.

There was an essential portion of it that was missing, almost as if a part of Existence had been taken from it, but even though this was a tragedy, it also gave Eos the opportunity to fuse with Existence because he suspected that Existence may have the potential to be greater than the tenth dimension it had been reduced to.

Nevertheless, with his soul not fully fused with Existence and his body now entering the mix, there was no true way to predict what would happen next, and with the presence of Enoch behind him, there was no chance for experimentation and slow progress.

Whatever was going to happen was unknown, and his transformation would be decided by everything he had prepared for it until this moment.

The soul of Existence was infinite, and yet it was able to quickly vanish inside the body of Eos, a testament to its higher-dimensional properties where infinity could be seemingly held inside finitude.

With the soul of Existence inside his body, it unlocked something deep within him and also unlocked something new.

It unlocked his potential.

If transformation involved change, then his potential was the fuel for that change, and for so long, there was no direction for that potential to head towards.

Eos had to slowly figure out how to move forward, and not until he fused with his soul did that potential become fully activated.

He became the fusion of truths. Not just one truth, all of them.

The truth of his flesh, which had been forged in the fires of a hundred million years of war.

 The truth of his soul, which had been growing in the heart of Existence since the first Primordial was born.

The truth of his Will, which had been seeking answers since before the beginning of his life.

And the truth of his Origin Land, his children, and every action he had taken up till this moment.

All of these led to a profound change in the core of his being that sent ripples across all of Existence, even reaching outside of it, and inside the core of his being, Eos felt his Origin Land transforming, making way for the core of who he was going to be.

He thought about it for a moment, and he chose his core to be a tree. For him, a tree represented many things, and most of them were good. From his first bloodline, to his mother, his life experiences, and who he wished to become in the future… Eos saw the core of his being to be a tree.

The tree grew tall and brought forth many branches, and those branches bloomed, and because he was who he was, what those branches brought forth were not flowers or leaves, but worlds, each of them similar to the ten thousand Origin Realms.

Each world was a different truth, a different possibility, a different choice. And at the bottom of the massive tree was a throne made out of roots.

This throne was familiar, as he had seen it before, so long ago that the memories of it almost felt so distant and out of reach.

It was the Throne of Truth, and upon its creation, it emerged into Existence before Eos, and he began to walk towards it.

His Archai in the Origin Realms were drawn to this throne, and they lined up on each side of it, and they all went on one knee, and they raised both of their hands, in worship of his grace.

He walked past them, and they rose to their feet, and reaching the throne, he sat upon it, and instantly another new connection was created, leading to the next step of transformation, and his crown, the crown of broken dimensions, shattered realities, and of all that had been lost, began to bloom.

There were no more eyes or scenes of madness; what emerged from his new crowns were stars. Stars that were new, bright, and powerful, and these stars released so much light that even the Primordials watching this transformation had to shade their eyes because there was a great chance that they would have gone blind.

A mortal was not supposed to look upon the face of a god, and for the Primordials, they were not supposed to look upon the face of Eos.

However, this blinding light slowly dimmed, not because it could not get brighter; it could become even brighter if Eos deemed it necessary, but Eos had never been one to distance himself from his children, and if his light was too bright, he would ultimately be alone, and this fight would be about him, and not them.

Each star in his crown was a life that had been lived in the Origin Realms and all across Existence, and because the true memory of Existence extended to the very beginning, to the first Existence, each star represented all of the life that had ever lived from the very first Existence.

Eos closed his eyes to appreciate these changes, as each star was a love that had been cherished, a hope that had been dreamed, and the core of every soul.

And together, they formed a constellation that had never existed before.

The constellation of Existence.

A grand silence fell upon all of Existence as the fusion was complete. It was the silence of a Reality holding its breath, watching to see what would emerge from the wreckage of everything it had known.

Eos sat on his throne of truth, and for a long moment, nothing happened.

Then he opened his eyes.