It was nothing, yet it could be anything.
Within the chaos, the outline of a bridge emerged.
It was not a mirage, not an illusion of divine sense, not a projection of the Eternal Bridge.
It was the bridge itself.
The bridge was woven from countless laws, every law a strand of light.
Golden order, silver time, black space, red causality, blue life and death.
Strands of every color intertwined, slowly turning within the colorless chaos.
The bridge's outline was clearer than it had ever been before.
The textures of those light strands were plainly visible.
Every strand of light was woven from even finer strands, and those finer strands were woven from finer still. Layer upon layer, like Russian nesting dolls.
The bridge was long—so long that its end could not be seen.
The bridge was wide—wide enough for countless people to walk abreast.
The bridge was high—so high that its deck stood above the clouds, while its piers plunged beneath the abyss.
Chu Ming gazed at the bridge's outline, crimson-gold light flickering faintly in his pupils.
His battle armor reflected crimson-gold radiance beneath the passage's light. Star projections revolved across his pauldrons, while patterns of starfields flowed over his breastplate.
Blood Butcher stood at his side, his long saber hanging at his waist.
All the faces on the blade opened their eyes, blood-gold flames burning within those pupils.
The flames' color shifted from blood-gold to blood-crimson-gold.
A blend of blood-red, crimson-red, and gold.
Dark Nether stood on his left, dark-blue currents circling around him.
The chaos particles mixed into the currents increased from forty percent to forty-five percent, forming layers upon layers of fine patterns in the water. At the center of those patterns, crimson-gold light pulsed.
Yanji stood on his right, crimson-gold flames burning in his palm.