The Ninety-Nine Star Domain

Black mist spread through his sea of consciousness, condensing into countless tiny tentacles.

Those tentacles were as fine as hairs, yet their number was astonishing—tens of thousands of them stretched out from the fragment's surface like a blooming black flower. They slithered in every direction.

Some followed the ring's veins, attempting to invade the remnants of the other fragments; some extended toward the Dao Fruit, trying to contaminate the Dao Fruit that was taking shape;

Others charged directly at Chu Ming's soul, trying to erode his consciousness.

Wherever the tentacles passed, the golden light within his sea of consciousness was dyed black.

Like ink dripping into clear water, it spread from a single point, slowly and irreversibly creeping outward.

Chu Ming sat cross-legged atop the stone platform, his eyes tightly shut.

The mark between his brows was glowing, its radiance so brilliant it was dazzling.

His hands rested on his knees, palms facing upward, his ten fingers slightly curled.

He activated the power of the ninety-nine star domains.

All ninety-nine star domains lit up at once.

Those stars went from dim to bright, from bright to blazing.

Their light surged forth from the domains, flowing along invisible veins and pouring into his sea of consciousness.

That light was multicolored.

Crimson was flame, emerald was grass and trees, deep blue was flowing water, silver-white was metal, and earthy yellow was land. All the colors intertwined, forming a tremendous torrent that rushed toward those black tentacles.

Wherever the torrent swept, the black tentacles were like paper touched by flame, curling from their tips, blackening, and shattering.

The shattered tentacles turned into fine black powder, drifting through the sea of consciousness.

Before that powder could spread, it was swallowed by the multicolored light and vanished completely.

The tentacles struggled madly.

They darted wildly