Seven-Colored Light Belt

Blood Butcher slashed out with a single stroke.

There was no target, no direction—just a casual slash.

Blade light shot from the edge of his saber, blood-red, as fine as a strand of hair, traveling in a straight line.

It traced a perfectly straight path through the air and shot into the chaos at the edge of the Silent Domain.

The chaos was cleaved apart.

Not the kind of severing from before, where it rapidly closed again after being cut, but the kind where it remained split open after the cut.

The edges of the rift were as neat as if sliced by a blade. The chaotic particles on either side trembled faintly at its borders, like a severed snake writhing its body while its wound refused to heal.

Only on the third breath did the rift begin to close slowly.

Those chaotic particles drew inward from both sides, like a wound healing.

The healing was so slow that the naked eye could clearly see them moving.

Blood Butcher watched the rift without speaking.

He sheathed his saber.

The scabbard and blade met with an exceedingly soft click.

Chu Ming looked in Dark Nether's direction.

Around Dark Nether, deep-blue streams of water swirled.

They spun at more than twice their previous speed. The grayish-white chaotic particles mixed into those currents had risen from ten percent to twenty percent. No longer were they unevenly distributed, dense in some places and sparse in others; they were now spread evenly through every inch of the flowing water.

Like salt dissolved in water—you could not see the salt, but you knew it was there.

Every droplet contained chaos, and every grain of chaos contained water.

Dark Nether raised his hand.

In his palm, a deep-blue droplet slowly revolved.

Grayish-white chaotic particles pulsed across its