Order

They chased down the motes of light like hunters pursuing prey, devouring them one by one, purifying them one by one.

The blood-red motes grew fewer and fainter.

At last, only a small cluster remained, huddled in the deepest part of the crystal, trembling.

That eye stared fixedly at Chu Ming, its crimson pupil filled with disbelief.

"Impossible... impossible...!"

Its will shrieked madly, the sound sharp and grating enough to make the surrounding void tremble faintly.

"You're only at the late stage of the Third Step... How could you... how could you possess such power...?!"

Chu Ming did not answer.

He merely continued to drive the power of order.

More gray-gold radiance surged from his palm and poured into the depths of the crystal.

The light transformed into countless tiny runes of order, surrounding that small cluster of blood-red motes from every side.

As the runes revolved, the blood-red motes began to dissolve.

Starting from their edges, they turned bit by bit into transparent motes, then vanished completely.

"No!"

The eye let out a shrill, miserable howl.

That howl held pain, fear, unwillingness, and venomous hatred.

"My master will not spare you! Just wait! Wait!"

It struggled madly, desperately trying to break free from the crystal's restraints.

But it could not break free.

Those runes of order had completely sealed the inside of the crystal, airtight and impenetrable.

It could only watch helplessly as it was purified, bit by bit.

The blood-red motes grew fewer and fewer.

In the end, only one remained.

That mote hovered in the depths of the crystal, trembling faintly.

Within it, the last trace of the eye's will could vaguely be seen struggling in despair.

Then, a most blazing ray of light surged forth from the pillar of light.

That radiance struck the mote.

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