The six traveled through the chaos for two months.
Over those two months, the pulling force of the Eternal Bridge changed from strong to blazing.
Before, it had been like a taut rope, one end tied to Chu Ming's Dao Fruit, the other to the distant bridge.
The rope was tight, but still within a controllable range.
Now, it was like a gigantic hand reaching out from the depths of chaos, gripping Chu Ming's Dao Fruit and pulling it forward.
It was not "pulling his body forward," but "pulling his Dao Fruit forward." His body was merely an appendage of the Dao Fruit, moving along with it. Chu Ming's power of order did not need to circulate of its own accord.
That crimson-gold radiance drifted lazily through his meridians, like a river with no destination.
The pulling force automatically drew his body onward, like a small boat carried by the tide.
He did not need to row, did not need to steer; he only needed to "be on the boat."
Blood Butcher sensed that pulling force as well.
His law of slaughter condensed into a thin film of light over the blade's edge, fine blood-colored runes flickering across its surface.
The rhythm of those runes matched the rhythm of the pulling force.
It was not that he had deliberately synchronized with it. The pulling force was "pulling" him along.
The other four were the same.
As the six moved through the chaos, they did not need to exert any force.
The particles of chaos automatically parted around them, automatically made way, automatically pushed them onward.
Chaos itself was helping them travel.
The two hundred and fortieth day.
A "wall" appeared in the chaos ahead.
It was not a wall built of stone.
Stone had texture, cracks, temperature.
Nor was it