They pieced themselves together, gradually forming an irregular shape.
The shape continued to squirm, as though an invisible pair of hands were kneading the fragments and reshaping them.
One of the World Tree's aerial roots suddenly moved.
The root extended from the base of the trunk and slowly reached toward the cluster of fragments being reshaped.
Lines of Chaos-colored laws lit up across the root's surface.
The World Tree was guiding the lingering Ancestral Dragon will within those fragments in its own way, helping them find a stable form.
Little Qing understood.
"The World Tree is helping it."
She spoke softly.
The rain of Chaos light suddenly grew denser.
The falling strands no longer drifted down in a scattered shower. Instead, they revolved around the cluster of fragments, forming a tiny vortex of light rain.
With every rotation of the vortex, the seven-colored immortal glow on the fragments brightened slightly.
And that Ancestral Dragon aura gradually changed from a candle flickering in the wind into a steadily burning flame.
Xiao Qing had appeared on the other side of the World Tree at some point.
His green robes fluttered gently within the Chaos currents as the Eye of the Chaos Deity calmly watched the reshaping fragments.
"Master."
Little Qing sensed Xiao Qing's aura and turned around.
"What is going on? Wasn't the Divine Stone already...?"
Xiao Qing did not answer immediately.
His gaze fell upon the cluster of fragments, and Chaos light flickered through the depths of his pupils.
The Chaos Divine Spirit's vision pierced through the fragments' surface and saw something deeper.
At the center of that cluster was an exceptionally faint strand of will.
It was not a complete consciousness. It was more like an ancient command engraved into instinct.
It was the final safeguard the Ancestral Dragon had