Entering the Door

Chu Ming said, "No need to chase."

His gaze fell in the directions where those main veins extended, gray-gold light flickering faintly in his pupils.

"We only need to follow the tracks.

The Eternal Bridge will wait for everyone."

Blood Butcher looked at him.

Chu Ming did not explain.

The Eternal Bridge was not something that could be "snatched away."

It was a bridge. It did not exist to be owned by any one person, but for everyone to cross.

Like the sun—you might see the sunrise earlier than someone else, but you could not hide the sun away.

Chu Ming stepped forward.

Following the directions of those main veins.

On the twenty-third day.

Ahead, within the chaos, the tracks branched.

The branching of the tracks was not gradual.

It was not like a river splitting into two tributaries, going from wide to narrow, from deep to shallow, the process slow and incremental.

It was a "cliff-like" split.

A complete track suddenly became two at a certain point, with no transition and no warning.

Like a log split apart with an axe, cracked cleanly from one end to the other, the fracture smooth without the slightest splinter.

Chu Ming stood at the point of divergence.

The two tracks stretched out from beneath his feet, one to the left, the other to the right.

The strength of the two tracks was exactly equal.

The chaos flowed at the same speed, the force of attraction was identical, even the extent to which the chaotic particles were stretched was the same.

Like a pair of twins copied with absolute precision.

Chu Ming crouched down and touched the track on the left with his fingertip.

The power of order surged from his fingertip, becoming a thread as fine as a hair. The thread extended