"The barrier covers it from above, like a pot turned upside down on the ground."
A complete sphere enveloped the entire area within it.
The barrier was a dark crimson—not the dark crimson of "red," but the dark crimson of "congealed blood."
Eternal Lord-level law fluctuations flowed across its surface, moving over the barrier like layer upon layer of wind-swept dunes. The barrier was at least a hundred zhang thick.
Countless fine cracks covered its surface, spreading across the barrier like a net torn apart and pieced back together.
Dark crimson light seeped from the cracks, flowing through them like magma imprisoned underground.
Chu Ming sent the power of order into the barrier.
Colorless divine sense surged from between his brows like a probe.
The instant the probe touched the barrier, he felt it "bounce back."
The rebounding force traveled from his divine sense to his sea of consciousness, then from his sea of consciousness to the Dao Lord Seed.
The seed's surface "trembled" once.
That feeling was not pain.
Pain was sharp, stabbing, making one want to retreat.
Sword Lord struck the barrier with the laws of the sword.
His longsword shifted from a hovering state into a "striking" state.
The blade traced a silvery-white arc through the air.
The end of that arc struck the barrier's surface, like a blade chopping into a wall.
The sword light cut three chi into the barrier.
Then the sword light was shredded.
Those silvery-white chains of laws were "taken apart" within the barrier.
Fragments of sword light drifted inside the barrier for half a breath, like smoke scattered by the wind.
Then they "went out."
Sword Lord withdrew his sword.
The runes on the blade shifted from "bright" to "faintly lit."
Like a lamp dimmed down—the lamp was still on, but