That aggregate had been accumulating in his Dao Lord Seed for a long time; he simply had never extracted it on its own.
He only needed to condense this aggregate into a bone and place it in the outermost layer of the star core, allowing the star core to complete its final autonomous closure.
When the side hall's doors closed behind him, the residual ripples from the law simulation arrays within had already dissipated on their own after a long period of stillness. The air was clean, without vibration or disturbance.
Chu Ming sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, closed his eyes, and sank his divine sense into the deepest part of his sea of consciousness.
At the bottom of his sea of consciousness lay an area he rarely touched.
There were piled the "afterimages" of every major insight he had gained since entering the Turbid Source Land.
Those afterimages could not be called upon at will like ordinary memories. They were more like sediment compacted at the bottom of his consciousness, reachable only by actively digging downward.
His divine sense passed through the law patterns operating across the surface of his sea of consciousness, through the definition structures that had already solidified, through the circulating layers of the Source Dew Membrane, and reached that sedimentary plane.
He opened the first layer.
The moment he had first pierced the Chaos Sea with the power of order surfaced.
At that time, the power of order had still been crimson gold. When it entered the Chaos Sea, the power had been refracted, deflected, and diluted amid the gray-white "possibilities," yet he had continuously poured in the conviction that "order is definition," forcibly opening a traversable path through chaos.
What he had defined in that instant was: order could exist within