Like a cicada shedding its shell.
A cicada crawled out of its shell not because the shell had been broken, but because the cicada had grown too large for it to contain.
The Dao Fruit had grown.
The barrier could no longer contain it.
So it shattered.
That sound echoed through his sea of consciousness for several breaths, then vanished.
Chu Ming opened his eyes.
The gray-gold in his pupils had turned crimson-gold.
It was not a simple change in color, but a change in "quality."
Gray-gold was steady and restrained, like a piece of metal polished by the years.
It was neither dazzling nor flamboyant. It simply rested there in silence.
Crimson-gold was blazing and ostentatious, like an ignited star.
It did not need to emit light. It was light itself.
Crimson-gold radiance flickered within his pupils.
Countless tiny runes flickered within that radiance.
Each rune was only one-hundredth the size of a needlepoint, yet there were too many to count.
Every rune was the embodiment of a law.
Flames, flowing water, vegetation, the Law of Metal, earth, storms, thunder.
All laws flowed through his pupils.
Like a miniature sea of stars.
The chaos particles around him stopped pulsing.
Not because they had been suppressed, but because they had been "tamed."
They no longer needed "resonance," "adaptation," or "coordination."
They simply "obeyed."
Chu Ming's will was their will.
He did not need to command, guide, or define.
Those chaos particles knew what to do.
They began revolving around him.
They were not passively driven, but revolved actively, with direction and order.
Clockwise.
Every particle revolved in the same direction, at the same speed, on the same plane, like a galaxy.
Chu Ming was the star; chaos was the planets.
The ball of light formed from that Dao Lord skeleton