From gaseous to liquid, from liquid to solid, from solid to a state somewhere between matter and energy.
The shield kept the stripping force at bay.
Those currents slid across the surface of the stripping force, like water sliding over stone.
They slid faster now, with less friction.
Kunyu's Earth Law fusion with chaos rose from seventy percent to seventy-five percent.
His footsteps grew heavier.
When the sole of his foot came down on the bridge, the depth of the indentation changed from a wisp to a thread.
Not "shallower," but "deeper"? No, it should have been "heavier."
The depth of the indentation had not changed, but its "shape" had.
Before, the indentation had been round, like a bowl. Now, it was a sharp cone, like a funnel.
Because his "weight" was concentrated at the center of his sole, like a nail driven into a plank.
The pressure at a nail's tip was far greater than at its head.
A dull thud rang out from beneath his feet.
The sound was deeper than before.
Before, it had been the sound of a drum. Now, it was the "sound of the earth."
A sound from deep within the earth—low-frequency, heavy, like a slumbering colossal beast turning over.
The third month.
The six of them reached the first "turning point" on the bridge.
Here, the bridge branched off into a side path.
This was not a "fork."
A fork was one road splitting into two, like a Y.
This was a "branch."
The main road remained, with only a smaller path added alongside it.
The smaller path was only half as wide as the main road, roughly twenty-five zhang.
Its material was the same as that of the main road.
Congealed Laws.
But its color was different.
The main road was colorless;