The Seal Collapses

Behind him, the last platform collapsed with a thunderous crash, breaking into countless fragments that fell into the golden void.

As they fell, those fragments turned into points of light, and the points of light dissolved into nothingness.

The entire Order Dojo was slowly closing.

Its mission of thirty thousand years had finally been completed.

Chu Ming did not look back.

His figure became a streak of gray-gold light, racing through the golden void.

Ahead lay the deepest part of the Source Sea.

There was no light, no sound, no trace of any aura.

Only pure darkness.

Within that darkness lay the final two fragments.

At the place where the Order Dao Ancestor had fallen.

At the true location of the abyss entrance.

Chu Ming accelerated.

The gray-gold streak cut through the golden void, growing faster and brighter.

Before long, it vanished into that endless darkness.

The Order Dojo collapsed behind him.

Golden light spilled from the shattered white jade, like the final breaths of a dying man, strands of it dispersing into the void.

Chu Ming did not look back.

He transformed into a streak of gray-gold light and sped through the Source Sea, several times faster than on his way here.

The ring formed by the seven fragments in his sea of consciousness turned slowly. With every rotation, a warm current of Order power flowed from the ring, coursing through his meridians and into every limb and bone.

That power was not violent; it could even be called gentle. Yet beneath that gentleness lay a depth that made one's heart tremble.

Like a sea—calm and windless on the surface, yet unfathomably deep within.

At the center of the ring, the Dao Fruit had already solidified by more than half.

It was no longer merely a phantom; it had