Day twenty-five.
Chen Hao's divine soul began extending beyond Blue Star. The Moon. The orbit of Mars. The remnants of the Asteroid Belt.
Nothing.
Day thirty.
The summit of Kunlun Mountain.
Chen Hao's physical body sat cross-legged where it had been, unmoving for an entire month.
His divine soul withdrew from the laws of the Heavenly Dao. Like a wrung-out towel, it slowly sank from the depths of the sky back into his body.
The instant his divine soul returned, Chen Hao's body swayed.
He opened his eyes.
The lightning in the sky stopped.
An entire month of thunder came to an abrupt end. Blue Star returned to a deathly gray gloom, with only the edge of the Black Tide advancing in silence.
Chen Hao lowered his head and looked at his palm.
I can't find him.
Fu Zhaojie was nowhere within his reach.
Chen Hao stood before the archway.
He had been standing there for three days. The Kunlun mountains behind him were silent, and the archway before him was dark.
Over those three days, he had opened eleven spatial passages.
Eleven different methods. Eleven different combinations of laws.
The first time, he tried brute force head-on. He poured the power of all eleven Great Daos' laws into the archway, trying to overpower the karmic interference through sheer strength.
The passage formed. It lasted 1.7 seconds. Then the karmic thread trembled slightly, and the passage shattered down the middle.
The second time, he changed the route. Rather than a straight line, he used a curve, directing the spatial passage around the karmic thread.
The thread moved with it. It was not fixed to any particular point. Wherever the passage appeared, so did the thread.
The third time, he used the Dao of Time to assist him, trying to stabilize