The difference lasted less than half a breath. Then your entire body entered.
Chu Ming lowered his head and looked at his hand.
His hand was still there. Its shape had not changed, nor had its fingerprints or joints.
Yet he could see a layer of pale golden patterned grid floating around it.
Those patterns drifted roughly a hair's breadth away from his skin, hanging there like a peeled-off shell.
They were the one hundred and twenty-eight law patterns upon his Dao Lord Seed.
They had originally been embedded across the seed's surface, along the inner walls of his meridians, and within the pores of his bones. Now, they all floated around his body like cicada wings lifted by the wind—thin, light, transparent—still flowing slowly in their original rhythm.
The meridians, bones, and muscles inside his body remained, but their "law attributes" had been stripped away.
His meridians were no longer channels for the flow of Order power. His bones were no longer structures that bore laws. His muscles were no longer mediums for transmitting strength. They were merely "matter"—gray-white, undefined matter waiting to be given meaning anew.
Chu Ming adapted in roughly half a breath.
Within that half-breath, his consciousness shifted from Why has my body become like this? to This is what my body is like within the Chaos Sea. He steadied his mind and began observing the "structure" of the Chaos Sea.
There was no up, down, left, or right within the Chaos Sea.
You floated within it. Your feet touched nothing, and nothing touched the top of your head.
As far as the eye could see was an evenly gray-white state. There was nowhere brighter, nowhere darker, nowhere denser. Yet when Chu Ming extended his divine sense, he sensed a kind of "strength of connection."
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