The Origin of Rules

A single kind of power would only trigger a backlash from the restrictions.

At this moment, however, the forces on either side of the colossal gate were clashing violently. Clearly, someone had attempted to force it open, setting the entire ruin trembling. "We have to get inside quickly," Venerable Xuanji said gravely. "Otherwise, someone else may beat us to what's inside."

"How do we get in?" Venerable Stone Firm pointed at the colossal gate. "With the forces on it clashing like that, even a three-step Venerable would be severely injured trying to force their way through."

Everyone's gaze fell upon Chu Ming.

Chu Ming walked up to the colossal gate and held out his hand in the air.

The Order Fireseed and Chaos Dao Seed activated at once. A wisp of hazy gray power, where chaos and order intertwined, streamed from his fingertips and touched the gate. Buzz—

The colossal gate trembled slightly. The chaotic currents on the left and the order runes on the right both converged a little toward the center.

But it was still not enough.

"It needs greater power, and a more precise balance." Chu Ming withdrew his hand. "By myself, I'll need at least three hours."

"Three hours is far too long!" Dao Master Leihuang said anxiously.

Just then, a calm voice came from the entrance to the hall.

"Perhaps I can help."

Everyone turned.

At some point, a figure had appeared at the entrance.

He was a handsome young man dressed in plain white robes. His aura was restrained like a deep pool, so unfathomable that no one could discern his depth.

A sheathedless longsword hung at his waist. Its blade was entirely silver-white, with fine patterns of stars flowing naturally across its surface.

"True Lord Haoqing?" Venerable Mystic recognized the newcomer, surprise flashing