All the star domains rotated at different speeds—some as swift as lightning, some as slow as snails; some clockwise, others counterclockwise. The shield cut off the gazes of those "eyes."
Those gazes.
If "gazes" truly existed.
They shot out of the void like invisible arrows.
The arrows struck the shield, sending rings of crimson-gold ripples spreading across its surface.
The ripples radiated outward from the points of impact, from the shield's left side to its right, then from right to left, back and forth several times before fading away.
Those arrows did not pierce the shield.
The shield "slid."
Those gazes slid over the shield's surface, like water slipping over stone.
The rate at which the stripping force intensified returned to normal.
It went from increasing by ten percent every two hundred zhang back to increasing by eight percent every two hundred zhang, finding a new balance.
The shield was not "impregnable." It would be eroded by the stripping force.
Every so often, fine cracks appeared across the shield's surface.
Those cracks were the "wounds" left on the shield by the stripping force.
Chu Ming continually injected fresh power of order, filling, repairing, and reinforcing those cracks.
In the seventh month.
A "door" appeared ahead on the bridge.
It was not the door at the end of the bridge.
That door lay extremely far away—so far that even when Chu Ming extended his divine sense to its limit, he could not sense it.
This was a "transfer door."
Its shape resembled the door at the end of the bridge.
It stood three zhang tall and two zhang wide, its frame condensed from pure laws.
But the frame was a different color.
The door frame at the bridge's end was multicolored: golden order, silver time, black space, red karma, blue life