Lucien remained in ditation for a long ti.
Inside the sealed chamber, golden radiance moved around him like quiet breathing.
The Fruit of Creation had already dissolved completely.
The transformation did not feel like a violent breakthrough anymore. It felt like sothing deep inside him rearranging itself into a shape it should have had from the beginning.
Lucien slowly opened his eyes, then exhaled.
A faint golden mist left his lips, then disappeared into nothing.
Lucien looked at his own hands.
His body felt different.
Lucien closed his eyes again.
His awareness sank inward.
His spirit still held the Divine Energy Core.
Above the core, the Tree of Creation towered.
Its roots had sunk deeper than before. They were no longer only embracing the core. They were threading into the surrounding conceptual space, connecting to the Law leaves, the inner world, and the system authority.
Lucien’s gaze moved to himself.
Then he used Inspect.
The information unfolded.
His eyes stopped on his constitution.
[Omnigenesis Vessel]
Lucien went still.
The old na was gone.
The "evolving" extension was gone too.
For a long mont, Lucien did not speak.
Then he slowly muttered, "What does this an?"
No answer ca.
Lucien stared at the words.
Omnigenesis Vessel.
His thoughts moved.
Primordials existed. They were source-level beings, holders of Laws at the highest possible comprehension. To reach one hundred percent comprehension of a Law was not rely to understand it completely. It was to beco the source-holder of that Law.
That was why Eternals could not simply beco Primordials.
The Eternal Realm had no stages.
An Eternal grew through endless refinent. That ans improving the depth, purity, scope, application, and personal interpretation of their Law.
They could refine their Law toward completion.
But completion was almost impossible.
Ascendant peak could be considered around sixty percent Law comprehension.
Celestial peak could reach around eighty percent.
Eternal was the realm beyond that.
A realm of refinent toward ninety-nine percent. And even reaching ninety-nine percent was already monstrous.
Most Eternals would spend ages and still fail to approach that limit.
But the last one percent was different. That final step belonged to the Primordial.
The Primordial was the source.
Everyone below that Law lived under its shadow.
If a Primordial of Fire existed, then every Eternal of Fire was still using a Law whose highest authority belonged to soone else. If that Primordial acted, it could suppress, distort, command, or punish those beneath its Law.
That was the terror of Primordials.
Lucien’s Primordial Vessel Constitution had once suggested that he could eventually reach that kind of level.
Maybe even beco the new Primordial of Creation.
After all, the Primordial Sli, the Primordial of Creation, was dead.
If the seat of Creation was vacant, then perhaps Lucien’s path could continue until he beca the new source-holder of Creation.
That had already been absurd.
But now...
His constitution had evolved beyond the word Primordial.
Lucien swallowed.
"Does this an there is sothing stronger than Primordials?"
The chamber remained silent.
Lucien thought of the Abyss.
Then shook his head.
Abyssal beings were different. Their Laws were absolute, and their existences were primordial in scale. They were watchers, jailers, manipulators, and horrors standing at the edge of the universe’s structure.
But this...
This felt like sothing else.
Omnigenesis.
A vessel that did not rely hold Primordial authority.
A vessel that hinted at sothing wider.
Lucien’s expression grew heavier.
If sothing existed beyond Primordials, then perhaps that was what the Primordials feared.
Perhaps that was why even beings who once stood at the top could sche, betray, hide, and panic.
Lucien shivered slightly.
Then he slapped his own thought down.
"No."
His voice was firm.
"This is still only a guess."
He had enough terrifying truths in his life.
He did not need to beco frightened by a word before he understood it.
Still, he did not look away from the na.
[Omnigenesis Vessel]
Lucien sighed.
"I hate mysterious upgrades."
The chamber did not answer.
•••
Lucien continued observing himself.
His Law had changed too.
The essence had deepened and beco more personal.
[Law of Living Creation]
Lucien stared at the na.
Then slowly smiled.
Creation, to him, was giving futures to what should have ended.
And now, after the Fruit of Creation, that belief had beco more than an interpretation.
It had beco part of the Law itself.
Living Creation.
His creations would no longer be rely completed objects or fixed structures.
They could grow, adapt, continue, and develop futures of their own.
Lucien breathed in slowly.
Soon, his awareness rose toward the Tree of Creation.
The leaves containing his known Laws stirred.
Before, the Law leaves had been imprints. They carried the shape of Laws he had understood, acquired, or integrated.
Now, each leaf contained faint creation clauses.
Not enough to overwrite the Law within.
Enough to connect it.
They were still distinct.
But now they belonged to the Tree of Creation more deeply.
Or perhaps...
They belonged to Lucien’s Living Creation.
The leaves rustled together.
For a mont, Lucien felt as if the Laws themselves were no longer sitting inside him like collected treasures.
They were becoming branches of possibility.
Ways Living Creation could express itself.
Creation through Space.
Creation through Ti.
Creation through Life.
Creation through Death.
Creation through Reflection.
Creation through Nihility.
And many more.
Just then, the Tree of Creation stirred again.
Motes of light fell from its branches.
Lucien looked up.
The motes descended toward his spirit.
This ti, they did not feed him comprehension.
They gave him truth.
A truth so clear that Lucien’s entire awareness stilled.
He fell silent.
"..."
Laws could evolve.
When a Law evolved far enough through personal aning, unique experience, and sufficient authority, it no longer remained only a subordinate expression of the original Law.
It beca a branch.
A new branch of the main Law.
Lucien’s eyes widened.
The significance struck him with the force of lightning.
A Primordial controlled the source of a Law.
That ant those who practiced the ordinary path of that Law remained under the Primordial’s authority.
But an evolved Law was different. It had branched from the main source.
It still carried relation.
But it was no longer exactly the sa road.
That ant a Primordial could not easily control that evolved Law the sa way it controlled ordinary practitioners.
Lucien’s thoughts accelerated.
His gaze sharpened.
This ant sothing even greater.
Those with branching Laws were not competing directly for the original one hundred percent comprehension.
They were not trying to take the Primordial’s original seat.
They were growing a new source.
A new possibility.
If that branch matured far enough...
If the user refined it to completion...
Then they could beco a Primordial of their own branch.
Lucien stopped breathing for a mont.
The realization was too large.
This was not only a thod to grow stronger.
This was a way to escape control.
A way to step out from beneath the shadow of older source-holders.
The Fruit of Creation could help Laws evolve.
And evolved Laws could beco independent roads.
Lucien looked at the ripening fruits hanging from the Tree of Creation.
His expression changed completely.
The fruits were no longer only treasures.
They were liberation.
•••
Lucien opened his eyes in the chamber.
The golden light in them had beco quiet.
He stood slowly.
The chamber adjusted to his movent as if reality itself had beco more polite.
If the Primordials learned what the fruits could do...
The Primordials would not tolerate it.
If every Eternal under their Law could one day evolve a branch and escape their control, the entire hierarchy of the universe would begin to crack.
Primordials were terrifying because they were sources.
But what if others could grow new sources?
What if the final one percent was no longer a single throne, but a seed capable of becoming another tree?
Lucien felt a chill.
Then his determination rose.
He had to feed the fruits to the others.
His people could not remain beneath the control of higher beings forever.
Those who would stand against the coming calamity needed more than power.
They needed independence.
Lucien looked inward again.
More fruits were ripening.
His eyes sharpened.
The West, Middle, and North were not enough.
He needed the East and the South too.
He needed their faith and their participation in the cycle.
He could not move slowly anymore.
But he could not move carelessly either.
Lucien sighed.
Then smiled faintly.
"Fine."
His voice was quiet.
"East and South, then."
Lucien stepped out of the chamber.
His Law of Living Creation settled around him like a silent dawn.
He had harvested one fruit.
He had gained one truth.
Now he needed a world large enough to feed the tree before the old crowns realized new roots had begun to grow.
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