The one hundred and eighth rune took shape.
On the surface of the Dao Fruit, all one hundred and seven patterns lit up at once.
Like one hundred and seven lamps controlled by the same switch—when you pressed it, they all came on together.
The light in the patterns went from dim to bright, from bright to dazzling.
Light poured from the patterns like water surging from a riverbed.
The light flowed across the Dao Fruit's surface like rivers set ablaze.
As the rivers flowed, they made a sound of "whoosh."
Just like standing beside a real river, hearing the water because it was flowing.
The one hundred and eighth pattern connected with them.
Connection meant the two ends drawing close, touching, and bonding together.
Like a river whose channel had originally been broken, until rain came and water flowed through the gap, filling it and joining the riverbed back together. The "gaps" between those patterns were filled.
The one hundred and eight patterns formed a complete closed loop.
A ring was two-dimensional, a circle on a plane.
The Dao Fruit formed a three-dimensional, self-contained structure with neither beginning nor end.
Like a snake biting its own tail.
The snake's body was a ring, with no head and no tail.
The patterns formed that ring. Every pattern was a part of it, and together, all the patterns made up the complete ring.
The Dao Fruit began to contract.
From the size of a fist to the size of an egg.
Compression was an external force squeezing volume smaller.
Like gas becoming liquid: the distance between molecules shrank, but the molecules themselves did not change.
From an egg to a pigeon egg.
A pigeon egg was a size smaller than a chicken egg, and rounder in shape.
As it contracted, the