The Primordial Record - Chapter 1115 Beacon

Chapter 1115  Beacon

The man looked at the beautiful city around him, and he knew peace and hope. He searched around for the highest point, which turned out to be a mountain shaped like a spear that was in the center of the city.

Already this landmark had drawn the attention of millions of people due to its height and the surge of power that could be felt around it. A crazy thought occurred to him and he began to laugh, feeling a sort of relaxation flow through his soul he ran up to Spear Mountain, and began to climb it, disregarding the shocked exclamation from the people around him, his goal was to climb to the top of the mountain and proclaim his name before his Primogenitor and his people.

With the powerful spirit of every Blood Blessed, he had calculated the height of the glorious mountain and it was precisely 144,000 feet, the base of the mountain was three thousand feet in circumference and it tapered to a needle point at the top. This close, he thought the mountain was closer to a spike than a spear and he wondered why he thought of it as a mountain when it was clearly made from a metallic substance.

With his strength, it did not matter that the walls of the mountain were as smooth as glass, he could easily apply pressure on his fingertips so that he could stick to it and easily climb.

Ascending this mountain turned out to be more difficult than he had anticipated, for every hundred feet that he crossed, the surface of the mountain became sharper, but it did not cut into the flesh, but the soul.

The pain was horrendous, but he had a purpose and this pain felt good, instead, he was grinning, despite him gritting his teeth so hard that his guns began to bleed. All the previous suffering he had gone through was meaningless when he knew it served no purpose but to amuse his enemies, but this one was for him, it felt amazing to suffer for what he thought was a worthwhile goal.

He climbed more than a thousand feet, and this was the moment when his mortal body could no longer hold, the pain was so great he could not even think, and for a moment he nearly fell, his rigid muscles not being able to properly channel the force to keep him stable, but with a mighty roar that was held by the growing crowd below, he transformed into a golden giant.

As the preeminent landmark inside this city, it naturally drew attention, and when the Blood Blessed unexpectedly began to climb it, the attention it received grew and the people who were scattered around the expansive city began to congregate towards it, and the man who was attempting to climb it, and so it was shocking that he had barely made it to a thousand feet and he had nearly failed his ascent.

The transformation to a golden giant naturally drew the attention of nearly everyone here, for while inside the city, every transformation resonated with the seven golden suns above, which released a quiet hum that could be felt inside the bones. This city was extremely magical.

The body of the golden giant was so powerful, in addition to the force field wrapped around it which greatly alleviated the pain that the climbing man felt, it gave him the stamina to push through.

He climbed another thousand feet before he could no longer go on, he suspected that if he had not transformed he would have barely made it past a thousand feet before he was dead, doubling that height was a testament to the power of the golden giant form.

Below his feet, a golden ledge appeared and he collapsed on it, his pain vanishing the instant that he did, and for the next ten minutes, he was gasping for breath. His body was not tired, but his soul was worn out as if it had run a marathon for a thousand years.

He looked upwards and marveled at the power of this mountain and what it would mean if one was able to reach the top. The mountain was 144,000 feet tall and he had barely climbed 2,000 feet and everything inside of him had been drained away.

The desire to get stronger burned within him at a feverish pace. He wanted to see what was on top of the mountain, he wanted to reach the peak. He reached within him to see if there was anything more to give, and he thought there was something at the edge of his perception, but it slinked away from him because he feared that he had worn out his soul and he needed to recover.

Nevertheless, he was still extremely excited, because he had felt a new stream of power from that minor brush he had with it, and he understood that he might have just discovered a new mystery hidden inside their bloodline.

Remembering the purpose he came here for, he struggled to his feet and called out in a loud voice that echoed throughout the city which drew the attention of everyone to him,

“Today before the sight of my people and underneath the gaze of our Primogenitor, I shall pick a name, and although our Creator remains nameless, I believe he wants us all to place aside our shame that had kept us with our heads down for so long and raise them high for the world to see.”

Internally he cringed at the words he spoke, but he was not an orator, and he had just spoken from his heart, he knew everyone here had felt the sincerity within his words and the longing for the hope and stability that they had long lost.

He cried out once more, “This hope that was given to us, this is a hope that I want to protect with everything that is in me. I shall fight for it, I shall bleed for it, and if need be, I shall die for it. None of our children or theirs shall suffer what we have suffered, and our name would no longer be a source of shame, but a beacon of our hope, and so from this day forth, I shall call myself Beacon!” n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Beacon felt the mountain behind him shiver, and the entire city shook, the ledge he stood upon began to glow and an ethereal script was etched upon it.

The words were written in an unknown language yet the meaning to clear to anyone who saw it—Beacon.

Before he had time to be amazed, power flowed out of the words and entered Beacon’s body, and he began to scream as his body exploded in size back to his golden giant form, before he stood at seventy feet as a golden giant, but now his size had increased to about ninety feet, plus there was a glaring new addition to his body.

It was a massive tattoo that curled around his chest, back, and right arm, it was of a massive serpent, and under his amazed eyes, the tattoo began to move and flow across his skin.