Water Bridge

After sensing his presence, they automatically parted to either side, opening a path for him.

The path was narrow—so narrow that only one person could pass through.

Its width was exactly that of his foot.

On either side stood walls of iridescent fragments, their surfaces rippling with Dao Lord-level law fluctuations.

Chu Ming walked down the path, his steps steady.

With every step he took, the fragments beneath his feet glimmered faintly.

They were not activated by his power of order, but lit up "on their own."

They sensed his power of order, like motion-sensing lamps that lit up whenever someone passed by.

Dao Lord-level law fluctuations flowed across the surfaces of those fragment walls.

He could sense the intensity of those fluctuations.

At least ninety percent.

The degree to which those laws had fused with chaos had surpassed ninety percent.

Before those laws, chaos did not "make way," nor was it "pushed aside"—it "became."

Law was chaos, and chaos was law.

There was no difference.

After walking roughly a hundred li, a change appeared ahead within the band of light.

The fragments were no longer scattered and drifting apart; they began to "gather."

Those fragments that had originally existed independently converged from all directions upon a single point.

As they gathered, the fragments collided with one another, fused, and reassembled, forming ever-larger fragments.

Millstone-sized fragments fused into house-sized ones, and house-sized fragments fused into ones as large as hills.

Those hill-sized fragments floated in the chaos like islands suspended in the air.

Chu Ming stood before the largest of those "islands."

The island's surface was not smooth, but covered in dense, intricate patterns.

Those patterns were not carved into the surface. They seeped out from within the fragment, like oil stains bleeding through from inside a sheet of paper.