He stood on the platform, staring at the empty doorway.
This wasn't right.
He alone controlled six Daos, a more perfect arrangement than the combined efforts of six people from the Primordial Era, with no errors in coordination.
There were no phase differences in the fluctuations of the Laws. By all rights, the passage should have been more stable than it had been ten thousand years ago.
Why was it unstable?
What was interfering with it?
Chen Hao raised his hand.
A transparent mirror formed within the archway. It reflected not the physical world, but the true scene on the level of Laws—the trajectories of the Great Daos operating inside the passage.
He saw it.
The power of the Laws of the Five Elements and Space flowed smoothly through the passage, following their prescribed trajectories to weave a path across the sea of stars.
Everything was perfect. More precise and more stable than the passage those six people had opened together all those years ago.
But midway through the passage, a thread ran across it.
It was incredibly fine. Almost transparent. Without the Spatial Mirror Technique magnifying it a thousandfold, it would have been invisible.
That thread belonged neither to the Five Elements nor to Space. It hung quietly in the center of the passage, doing nothing, but whenever the passage's power of Laws flowed near it, it gave that power a gentle flick.
That single flick threw the entire passage's resonance frequency out of alignment.
Then it collapsed.
This was a Great Dao.
Chen Hao stared at those dark red threads for several seconds.
He couldn't recognize them.
Not the Five Elements. Not Yin-Yang. Not Space-Time. Not Life and Death. Not any Great Dao he knew.
He increased the mirror technique's ability to penetrate the Laws, trying to trace