When he reached the first turbulent current this time, the power of order surged from the Dao Lord Seed. Colorless with a faint golden undertone, it was like a blade thrust outward, slicing vertically into the center of the current.
The red-and-blue vortex was cut open by the power of order, revealing a straight passage.
The walls of the passage were like wax cut by a hot knife, their edges smooth, neither curling nor trembling.
Chu Ming stepped inside. His footsteps echoed three times through the passage, and he had already emerged from the other end.
At the second turbulent current, the power of order cut in the same way. Wind and thunder burst into several clusters of violet-blue sparks along the blade's edges, but the sparks vanished on their own before half a breath had passed.
When the gray-white golden light of the third turbulent current struck his power of order, it was like two magnetic fields of the same polarity meeting.
It was not a collision. They simply moved aside for each other.
Chu Ming walked through the middle. The chaotic ripples on either side closed again after he passed, like waters parted and then rejoined. The three turbulent currents had cost him a total of half an hour.
The Fallen Land of the giant beast king lay ahead.
The ground in that region was lower than the rest of the wasteland, like an enormous pit packed down by force. Its bottom was covered in a fine layer of gray-white powder—not ash, but more like bone dust left behind after laws had been ground to pieces.
At the center of the pit lay an oval core remnant, about ten feet long and five feet across at its widest point, its surface pitch-black.
That blackness carried a half-fluid texture,