Similar to those one hundred and eight patterns, but finer, shallower, and more "akin" to the seed itself.
Its color blended with the seed's colorlessness.
Like a drop of water falling into a cup of water—the droplet was the same color as the water, and you could not find where it was.
It could only be seen under certain light.
Once the imprint was complete, the Order Lord's aura withdrew from Chu Ming's sea of consciousness.
The mist grew fainter and thinner until, in the end, he could no longer sense it.
The Order Lord's aura changed from "existing" to "having once existed," leaving behind only tranquility.
Like the sea returning to calm after a storm.
His vision changed.
The spheres floating within the Turbid Source Land became "clear" in his sight.
Fine threads connected every sphere.
Those passages stretched between the spheres like a net woven through the void.
Every passage was the path of a "law."
The Order Passage, the Slaughter Passage, the Water Passage, the Fire Passage, the Wind Passage, the Earth Passage.
Each passage led in a different direction.
Chu Ming could see the "starting point" and "endpoint" of those passages.
The starting point was on one sphere, the endpoint on another.
The passages wound through the Turbid Source Land like rivers drawn across paper.
Chu Ming turned and returned to the hall through the passage.
The passage was still there.
The flickering points of light on either side, and the light of those "existing" beings floating in the air.
As he walked through the passage, the points of light "flickered" once at his side.
They "saw" him. They "knew" he had returned.
He stood at the top of the hall's stairs.
Blood Butcher and the other five were still on the stairs.
They maintained the