Chu Ming recalled his divine sense.
The tendrils moving across the jade slip map, the probes comparing the tracks left by past generations, the perceptions circling outside the Dao Lord Seed—all of them withdrew from the outside, one after another.
From his meridians to his sea of consciousness, from the sea of consciousness to the seed, from the seed to the core.
All scattered power gathered in, like the ribs of a closing umbrella.
He entered deep internal visualization.
His sea of consciousness emptied, leaving only the Dao Lord Seed floating at its center.
He simultaneously "summoned" all one hundred and twenty-eight patterns, rearranging them within his visualization.
The Order patterns moved from the outer layer to the center. The Slaughter patterns shifted from the right to the left. Water patterns rose upward, Fire patterns sank downward, Wind patterns scattered into fine threads, Earth patterns condensed into masses, and Thunderclap patterns roamed through the gaps.
The arrangement within visualization was free.
There were no skeletal limits, no meridian restraints. The patterns could move, fold, and interweave at will.
Chu Ming tried making Order the core, letting the other patterns revolve around it to form a concentric structure.
The patterns turned half a circle. Upon touching a certain boundary, the outer Water patterns began to fade, their edges blurring from clear to indistinct like ink lines soaked in water, before collapsing into specks of light.
He condensed them again, replacing the core with Slaughter and letting the other patterns move along the tracks carved out by the Slaughter patterns.
The Wind patterns slid along those cutting tracks for less than a breath before their edges began to curl and peel away like pages scorched by fire.
He switched to Fire, then Water, then Earth. Every attempt collapsed on its own upon