Sorting Out the Laws

Su Miao's consciousness drifted in darkness for a long time.

So long that she could no longer tell whether she was awake or asleep, whether she was in Yuanshi's arms or somewhere else entirely.

The darkness was not empty. Something flowed within it.

Like water, like wind, like light, like something she could not describe.

Those things passed around her. Some were fast, some slow; some warm, some cool; some pricked like needles, while others brushed past like feathers.

She felt something supporting her soul and carrying it upward.

When she floated out of the darkness, she saw light shining from within her body.

Golden, silver, purple, dark yellow—countless colors intertwined, as though someone had woven a net inside her.

Every thread in that net pulsed, and each pulse tugged at her meridians, bones, and flesh.

Yuanshi's voice came from somewhere far away. "Sorting out the Laws."

Su Miao's consciousness drew back into her body.

She could feel that Yuanshi's hand still rested against her skin. His palm was warm, but this warmth was different from before.

Before, it had been the warmth of Spiritual Qi, like soaking in a hot spring.

Now it was something heavier, as though someone had laid a sheet of paper flat on a table and ironed outward from the center, smoothing every wrinkle.

Wherever that power passed, the Law Fragments inside her began to stir.

Su Miao had not known that there were so many Law Fragments within her.

The Law of Strength, the Time Law, the Space Law, the Life Law, the Law of Destruction, the Law of Creation... among the Three Thousand Laws, she had touched upon nearly every one.

Some were plentiful, some scarce. Some were as large as fists, some as small as fingernails. Some had shattered into powder and