Passing Through

Chu Ming crouched by the lake, his fingertip touching the surface.

The sensation was icy, but not cold.

That chill was not a matter of low temperature, but of the thinness of "existence."

It was like touching a thin layer of ice, with emptiness beneath it.

The power of order surged from his fingertip. Gray-gold light, like a needle, pierced the lake's surface.

The instant the needle entered the water, the power of order began to be "diluted."

The gray-gold radiance spread through the lake like a drop of ink falling into water.

The ink's color faded from deep to light, from gray-gold to pale gray-gold, from pale gray-gold to transparent.

Then it vanished from his perception.

It had not been destroyed, but "merged."

Like a drop of water falling into the sea.

The droplet had not disappeared. It had merely become part of the sea.

Chu Ming's divine sense followed the power of order into the lake.

Lake water surged in from every direction, enveloping his divine sense.

The gray-white liquid chaos flowed around his divine sense. It did not resist, nor did it repel—it simply "existed."

Deep within the lake, countless points of light flickered.

Those points of light were not chaos, but "Dao."

Remnants of Dao Lord-level laws.

After every Dao Lord fell, their Dao Fruit would merge with chaos.

During that fusion, the laws within the Dao Fruit would be released and mingle with the chaos, forming a new substance.

The Chaos Sea.

The Chaos Sea was not stagnant water.

It was "alive."

The laws of those Dao Lords did not dissipate within the Chaos Sea. Instead, they slept like seeds.

They were waiting.

Waiting for someone to awaken them, waiting for someone to inherit them, waiting for someone to take them out of this Chaos