novelbin Chapter 262: The Tree of Life (01)
Chapter 262: The Tree of Life (01)
Shortly after her brief explanation, Arwen resumed walking alongside Ethan, moving in silence with an ethereal serenity.
Like every summons from the system, she had already received a stream of information directly into her mind, explaining exactly what was happening to her.
Being so ancient, it didn’t take her long to grasp her current situation. Still, the origin of her summoning piqued her curiosity.
After all, not even the goddess of life herself should have been able to save her from the death she had suffered.
"What you said earlier, my young human Lord, about being my future husband..." Arwen turned her face toward Ethan, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Was that a joke?"
"And why would it be?" Ethan replied, a faint smile curving his lips. "I am an ambitious man."
"I can see that." Arwen nodded, a slight flush spreading across her pale cheeks, tinging her ivory skin with a delicate pink hue.
The realization that she was blushing made her smile to herself.
Her eyes lingered on the young lord with even greater interest.
In her long life, she didn’t have many memories of blushing, and all of them had been in response to her creators’ teasing... never in the presence of men.
Arwen’s gaze narrowed even further as she sent a subtle pulse of energy coursing through her body, probing every fiber of her being.
There was nothing wrong...
Well, at least nothing wrong that she could detect.
So why was she acting so strangely around this young man?
"Why did you react with such concern when you learned that my native world is being integrated into Estria?" Ethan asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
She gathered her thoughts, pushing aside the useless questions before finally answering. "Because the time isn’t right yet...
Inferior worlds being devoured so that intermediate worlds may ascend is a common occurrence. Every inferior world, upon its birth, already has a designated devourer. But this isn’t something that’s supposed to happen for the next ten thousand years.
For the gods to have decided to hasten this process, something of great magnitude must be about to happen."
"I see..." Ethan didn’t press the issue, aware that he wasn’t yet strong enough to worry about something of that scale.
First, he would need to turn Goldenveil into a superpower. Only then could he afford to concern himself with such matters.
It didn’t take long for the pair to reach the noble zone, and shortly after, its heart at the foot of the eternal mountains.
Arwen scanned the area, genuine interest shining in her eyes.
The place was completely empty, without a single building, yet perfectly laid out, with wide, well-maintained streets of black basalt crisscrossing the region.
Her gaze slowly drifted until it settled on the immense mountain at the heart of the entire area.
She took a step forward, moving ahead of him. Ethan remained where he stood, watching her approach the colossal cliff face.
His eyes naturally fell upon her delicate back, gliding along the sensual curve of her waist down to the flare of her hips, until they finally rested on her full rear, where the thin fabric of the white dress sank deep between her plump cheeks, perfectly outlining every curve.
With each graceful step, those two pale moons swayed gently, rising and falling in a mesmerizing rhythm, every subtle bounce sending a hypnotic ripple through the snug fabric as her rounded cheeks pressed softly against each other.
Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, Arwen knelt with ethereal grace, nestling her full buttocks against her delicate heels with a subtle, fluid sway of her hips.
The seed of the Tree of Life, which floated just ahead of her, trembled for a brief moment. The green orb-shaped seal that protected it from the outside world suddenly collapsed, dissipating into tiny emerald sparks.
With her left hand, she dug a small hole in the ground, and with her right, she gently guided the seed into it.
After covering it with earth, Arwen rose to her feet once more.
Her elegant hands moved to her behind, smoothing the dress that had buried itself between the full, perfect cheeks of her ass.
Her delicate fingers carefully tugged the fabric free from that deep cleft, the cloth slipping loose with a soft pull.
Then she brought her hands back to the front, joining them over her chest, her forearms pressing in and sinking deep into the sides of those huge, perfect elven milk jugs.
The soft flesh surrendered eagerly to the pressure, compressing and rising upward, the creamy mounds bulging against one another and spilling over between her forearms to form an even more provocative cleavage. She closed her eyes in silent prayer.
When her eyelids lifted once more, her irises shone like two incandescent green stars.
The ground beneath her feet trembled, and her powerful mana flowed like an invisible river toward the buried seed.
Ethan, who until that moment had been completely focused on Arwen’s juicy ass, finally tore his gaze away, fixing it on the small sprout emerging from the ground.
It looked like an ordinary tree sprout—small and delicate—but that would soon change.
Under Arwen’s powerful mana, Ethan watched the sprout tremble violently and then begin to grow before his very eyes.
In less than five seconds, it had already reached one meter in height, and it didn’t stop there.
Ethan raised his hands in front of his face, shielding his eyes from the bursts of mana radiating through the air, while the tree continued to grow at a dizzying pace.
Five meters.
Ten meters.
Twenty meters.
The once-delicate trunk grew stronger, thickening with every passing second.
Thirty meters.
Forty meters.
Fifty meters.
Golden flowers bloomed among the lush green leaves, developing at a frightening speed.
Sixty meters.
Seventy meters.
The golden flowers ripened, transforming into gleaming red fruits.
Finally, upon reaching eighty meters, the tree stopped growing, its trunk so colossal that ten people standing together, holding hands, would not be able to encircle it.