Echoes of Order

Chu Ming forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart, keeping his palm in contact with the membrane of light.

He could not break the restriction by force. That would trigger a violent backlash and alert everyone.

What he needed was "resonance"—using his own Order Fireseed as a guide to direct the power of order within the light membrane to circulate and decay naturally, until the restriction dissolved on its own through a gentle process.

This process required extraordinarily precise control.

A fraction too much force would trigger a backlash;

A fraction too little, and the progress would be too slow.

Chu Ming closed his eyes, immersing his entire mind in the Order Fireseed.

In his perception, the structure within the light membrane resembled an intricate clockwork mechanism. Countless tiny gears of order meshed and turned together, maintaining the stability of the restriction.

And his Order Fireseed was like a master key, searching for that most crucial "latch."

He found it.

At the very center of the light membrane, where the cracks were densest, was a node formed from three interlocking runes.

That was the "lock core" of the entire restriction.

A speck of gray-golden light lit up at Chu Ming's fingertip as he gently touched it toward the node.

Just as his fingertip was about to touch the node—

"Young brat! How dare you!"

True Lord Nether Bone's furious roar came from behind him!

He had finally noticed something was wrong.

The fluctuations of order around the Chaos Anchoring Stone had suddenly become active. This could not escape him, someone who cultivated the Nether Death Laws and was extraordinarily sensitive to "order." With a savage sweep of his staff, the three newly summoned resentful souls changed direction and howled as they lunged at Chu Ming!

These three resentful souls were