Chu Ming did not turn around, but when Blood Butcher spoke those words, his power of order gave a slight stir.
Not "resonance," but "inspiration."
Impurities.
Things that should not exist.
How many "impurities" were there within his power of order?
The fragments of laws he had brought from the Source Sea, the remnants of enemies he had absorbed in battle, the chaotic "stains" he had picked up in the Abyss Sea. They were embedded in his power of order like gemstones set in rock.
Gemstones were beautiful, but they were not part of the rock.
They were outsiders.
Chu Ming stopped.
Blood Butcher stopped as well.
Dark Nether, Yanji, Feng Yao, and Kunyu stopped in turn behind them.
The six of them stood still upon the bridge.
Chu Ming closed his eyes.
His consciousness sank into his Dao Fruit.
On the surface of the Dao Fruit, those crimson-gold patterns slowly revolved.
Sixty patterns, each one a tamed law of chaos.
The patterns were crimson-gold, yet innumerable tiny motes of light were mixed into that crimson gold.
Those motes were the "impurities."
Fragments of Source Sea laws, enemy remnants, chaotic stains.
They were embedded in the patterns like gemstones set in rock.
Chu Ming sent his power of order into the Dao Fruit.
Crimson-gold radiance drifted over the Dao Fruit's surface like an invisible hand.
That hand paused over those motes, touching them, sensing them.
Every mote carried a different "memory."
Some came from the Source Sea's law of flames. Within one such mote, a blaze burned fiercely, crimson-red and scorching hot. Some came from the Source Sea's law of flowing water. Within one such mote, a deep-blue droplet slowly spun.
Some came from enemy remnants absorbed in battle. Within one such mote, a blurry face howled.
Chu Ming made