100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 572 - Eternal

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Lucien traveled to the North Continent and met with Vaelcar in the Valley of Wyrms. He discussed the expansion of Lootwell and the integration of the North into a continental framework. Vaelcar agreed to assist in establishing a northern branch. Lucien then prepared to break through to the Eternal Realm, with Eirene deciding to accompany him. They departed together into the void.
Lucien and Eirene found themselves within the void. This expanse remained within the same planetary system as the Big World, positioned sufficiently far from inhabited realms to prevent collateral harm, yet close enough to still perceive the world’s inherent rhythm. Behind them, the Big World gleamed like a colossal jewel, adorned with clouds and radiant light. Further out, silent moons drifted through the darkness. Distant planets hung like frozen lanterns against the black canvas. Lucien surveyed his surroundings. Then, his gaze shifted to Eirene. Eirene met his eyes. No verbal exchange was necessary. Mutual understanding passed between them. To achieve an Eternal breakthrough is no minor event. A cultivator at the apex of the Celestial Realm embodies a profound Law, capable of influencing their environment. Once this Law transitions to an eternal state, its inherent pressure expands dramatically. Should two such breakthroughs occur in close proximity, their Laws might collide, disrupt each other, or trigger a dangerous backlash upon both individuals. Thus, they parted ways. Lucien ventured in one specific direction. Eirene moved off in another. Miles of empty space now lay between them. Lucien could still sense her presence. Eirene could still sense his. This connection was sufficient. Lucien halted his movement in the open void. He took a slow, deliberate breath. He was prepared. ... Ascending to the Eternal Realm necessitates the completion of three distinct stages. Primarily, one must solidify their Law identity. Secondly, the cultivator must achieve a fusion of their self with their Law. Finally, they must receive recognition from the universe itself. The initial step serves as the foundation for all subsequent progression. A Law cannot attain an eternal state within an individual who lacks a profound, personal comprehension of its meaning. Merely acquiring understanding from external sources is insufficient. A practitioner specializing in fire cannot reach the Eternal Realm simply by knowing that fire combusts; they must grasp what fire signifies to their very being – destruction, warmth, purification, civilization, hunger, rebirth. Their unique answer will ultimately define their eternal path. Lucien’s integrated Law was Creation. A concept that, if mishandled, could encompass nearly anything. Lucien closed his eyes. He then released his Law. The Law of Creation manifested around him, taking form. Initially, it appeared as a golden radiance. This radiance then unfurled, revealing intricate clauses. Following this, the clauses transformed into distinct shapes. Seeds. Stars. Blueprints. Pathways. Hands. Cities. Worlds. Objects being repaired from a state of disrepair. Empty expanses awaiting to be filled. Finality points quivering, as if suddenly recalling the inherent possibility of continuation. The void surrounding Lucien began to illuminate. Subsequently, the universe responded. It did not offer words. Instead, it initiated a trial. Visions materialized before him. Lucien beheld himself upon his initial arrival in this world. He saw Lootwell in its nascent stages. He recalled the first individuals he had aided. He witnessed his family and his friends. He observed individuals entering Lootwell filled with apprehension, only to depart with sustenance, shelter, training, employment, dignity, or at the very least, a glimmer of hope. He saw Origin Core fragments pulsing within the darkness. He observed the Tree of Creation flourishing above his Divine Energy Core. Then, the visions shifted their focus. He was shown the potential corruption of Creation. A leader fostering dependence rather than empowerment. A builder constructing confinement and mislabeling them as homes. A savior engendering obligation and terming it gratitude. A being of immortality architecting a future where existence itself depended solely on them. Lucien’s expression remained serene, yet his heart experienced a tightening sensation. The universe offered no flattery. It presented unvarnished truth without mercy. Creation is not inherently benevolent. A tyrant can forge an empire. A madman can devise devastating weapons. A god can engineer loyal subjects. A monster can establish a realm where only subservience prevails. Therefore, what precisely constituted Lucien’s Creation? The visions intensified their pressure. What had he truly created? Lucien stood firm within the void, allowing the question to permeate his being completely. ... Time elapsed. Within the void, the passage of time held little significance. Lucien embarked on an introspective journey. He looked beyond the tangible results of his actions. Those were mere forms, however useful. But they were not the essence. What had he genuinely been doing from the very outset? He provided a foundation for the displaced. He offered a means of growth for the vulnerable. He established pathways to safety for isolated worlds. He granted continuing existence to failing systems. He inspired renewed purpose in stagnant factions. He presented individuals with choices they could embrace. He bestowed futures upon entities destined for cessation. Lucien opened his eyes. The answer settled within him. His personal interpretation of Creation was not simply the act of fabrication. Creation was the profound act of bestowing futures upon that which was meant to end. It did not involve supplanting individual will. It did not entail controlling every available path. It did not necessitate making himself the linchpin of every instance of survival. Rather, it was about cultivating opportunities where only conclusions had previously existed. Creation encompassed not merely life itself. It represented the future. The instant this understanding crystallized, his Law surged with power. The golden radiance surrounding him deepened in intensity. The Law of Creation within him began to define its unique essence... as Lucien’s distinct path. A path dedicated to living futures. Within his conceptual domain, the Tree of Creation stirred. Its leaves trembled with newfound vitality.

The minuscule fruits adorning its boughs emanated a soft luminescence, as though acknowledging the very essence of his Law. Though not fully ripened, their growth accelerated, imbued with creation clauses that flowed like liquid sunlight.

Drifting downwards from the Tree of Creation, each leaf transformed into a mark of law, integrating into Lucien’s Law of Creation.

A palpable heaviness settled within Lucien as his Law expanded.

The surrounding void began to warp and distort.

Space itself contorted, yielding to the immense weight of his Law.

Time shivered precariously at its fringes.

For a fleeting instant, brilliant fissures of golden light fractured the enveloping darkness, a testament to his Creation pouring an overwhelming depth of meaning into a confined region of existence.

Disregarding the discomfort, Lucien pressed onward.

No.

He harnessed it.

The inaugural phase was successfully concluded.

His Law identity had solidified.

Now commenced the second stage.

The fusion of self with Law was at hand.

Lucien closed his eyes once more.

Creation converged upon him with potent force.

A mere cultivator could wield a Law.

A Celestial could merely dwell in proximity to a Law.

But an Eternal had to embody a perpetual manifestation of that Law.

His physical form began its profound metamorphosis.

A warm sensation spread through his bones as golden clauses permeated their structure.

His blood now carried a subtle radiance of creation.

His flesh grew taut, not with brute force, but with an uncanny adaptability.

His Divine Energy Core and internal systems underwent a radical reorganization, with Creation itself becoming the central, driving rhythm.

His soul descended into a profounder state.

Memories, regrets, aspirations, promises, and burdens merged with the Law, eliciting a resonant response.

His energy underwent a complete transmutation.

The myriad laws he had acquired now flowed in concert within him.

The Tree of Creation served as the unmoving axis of this cosmic dance.

Its roots extended outwards.

Its trunk pulsed with light.

Its branches reached skyward.

Crucially, the Tree did not absorb his other Laws.

Instead, it provided them with dedicated spaces.

Leaves began to sprout across its expansive branches, each one bearing the distinct imprint of a Law Lucien had come to comprehend.

A leaf representing Space, its edges folded like a beckoning doorway.

A leaf embodying Time, emanating a subtle tremor between what was and what would be.

A leaf of Life, intricately veined with a luminous green-gold hue.

A leaf of Death, quiet and dark, yet devoid of malice.

A leaf of Nihility, so utterly still it seemed to negate the very branch supporting it.

A leaf of Reflection, shimmering silver on one facet and cloaked in shadow on the other.

Yet more leaves unfurled.

Each finding its rightful place within his burgeoning internal architecture.

Lucien sensed the Tree of Creation integrating ever more deeply into the fabric of his being.

His respiration gradually diminished.

Creation flowed into his hands, his eyes, his bones, his soul, his very thoughts.

He perceived the ability to summon it without any preceding preparation.

It was not a technique anymore.

It had become instinctual.

If he extended a hand, Creation would readily respond.

If he envisioned form, possibilities would coalesce.

If he glimpsed an end, he could invariably seek the path extending beyond it.

This intricate process unfolded with deliberate slowness.

It was a necessity.

A hasty fusion risked fracturing the soul.

A forced union threatened to deform the Law itself.

Lucien, therefore, nurtured his Law with immense care.

He proceeded with unwavering patience.

It was akin to guiding a colossal, untamed beast into a sanctuary meticulously constructed within his own existence.

...

Time continued its ceaseless march.

The void remained in profound silence.

The vast expanse of the Big World shimmered distantly behind him.

The Tree of Creation persisted in its vital nourishment.

The fruits on its branches continued their slow, steady ripening.

Finally, the transformative process reached its ultimate culmination.

Lucien apprehended it instinctively.

The second crucial step was now complete.

His individual self and his foundational Law had irrevocably fused.

Creation was no longer merely an attribute he possessed.

It had seamlessly become an intrinsic part of his very essence.

Then, the universe itself responded with a resounding affirmation.

A profound, resonant hum permeated all of reality.

Sound should have been impossible in such a vacuum.

Yet, Lucien distinctly perceived music.

The void fractured open, revealing layers of radiant golden light.

For miles around, conceptual sparks of creation began to stir.

Dust from long-deceased stones trembled with nascent energy.

Minute fragments of ancient detritus glowed anew, as if recalling their former connection to a grander, unified whole.

The very space enveloping Lucien transformed into an immense recording medium.

The universe was observing.

It was measuring him.

It silently posed a fundamental question: was this existence sufficiently stable to perpetually sustain the power of Creation?

Lucien stood resolute at the epicenter of this golden radiance.

He did not prostrate himself.

He uttered no cries of triumph.

He did not plead for grace.

He simply permeated the space with his being, his existence a silent declaration.

And his existence offered the definitive answer.

“I forge futures for that which was destined to cease.”

The resonant hum deepened, vibrating through his core.

Golden light flowed into him, saturating his being.

His inherent authority began to condense, solidifying.

Creation amassed within him, coalescing into an Eternal Authority.

Lucien felt his soul anchor into an unprecedented depth of being.

His physical form crossed an undeniable threshold.

His Divine Energy Core expanded exponentially.

The Tree of Creation ascended higher within his inner landscape.

His Law of Creation settled firmly, like a sun that had taken root.

Then, the final, profound hum resonated through him, signaling completion.

...

Lucien's eyes fluttered open.

Golden light swirled within the depths of his pupils.

He exhaled, a gentle breath.

Even that simple exhalation carried the essence of Creation.

For a brief moment, the void stretching before him burst into vibrant bloom.

It teemed with infinite possibilities.

Tiny, luminous motes materialized in the emptiness, each a nascent seed of form, vanishing before they could fully manifest.

Lucien gazed intently, a slow smile gracing his lips.

He had ascended to the Eternal Realm.

“Eternal.”

The word settled within him, carrying a profound and quiet significance.

He flexed his Law once, a subtle gesture.

Creation surged outwards for miles in a visible wave.

Lifeless dust coalesced into ephemeral shapes.

Shattered fragments of stone arranged themselves into temporary, rings of ordered matter.

The ancient, fractured metal piece mended itself just enough to emit a faint gleam before returning to its dormant state.

A subtle enhancement spread across Lucien’s features.

"So, this is what Eternal feels like."

The power wasn't simply greater.

It was remarkably stable.

The Law he wielded no longer felt like a burden he had to carry.

Instead, it seemed to flow in perfect concert with his movements.

It felt as though it breathed in rhythm with his own breath.

It felt like an intrinsic part of his very being, residing deep within his bones.

However, this moment of profound realization was fleeting.

Lucien's attention was instantly drawn to a distant point.

Eirene.

His expression lost its warmth.

He could now perceive her with undeniable clarity.

Her very existence... was in turmoil.

No, that wasn't quite right.

It was dividing.

Her aura flickered erratically between two distinct manifestations.

For one terrifying moment, Lucien felt her essence fray at the edges, as if the universe itself was uncertain which Eirene rightfully belonged.

His eyes transformed.

"Sister Eirene!"

He reacted without hesitation.

The fabric of space warped as he moved, folding under his will.

The essence of Creation coalesced around his feet, forming a path as if it were born from his urgent need.

The vast distance separating them rapidly diminished.

Far beyond, in the desolate void, Eirene's breakthrough was on the verge of collapse.

And Lucien, now possessing the power of Eternal, raced towards her, determined to intervene before the cosmos could deem one incomplete existence unworthy of preservation.