He did not look inside the passage. There was no need. His perception of the laws of the Way of Space told him that two signs of life were inside, moving forward slowly and steadily.
They had not strayed from the path. They had not touched the fragments of the void along its edges. They were safe.
He closed his eyes.
Space Law surged out of his Dao Foundation, flowing through his palms into the law circuits at the base of the archway.
The framework forged from Five Elements Dao Power was steadily being consumed. Every quarter of an hour, its light dimmed a little more.
He had to keep replenishing Space Law to stabilize the framework and prevent that path from collapsing.
How long would this take?
Three years.
Even after space had been folded, the distance from Blue Star to the Otherworld was still unimaginably vast.
The framework held open by Five Elements Dao Power was only the skeleton. The continuous flow of Space Law was its blood.
Once that blood stopped flowing, the skeleton would dry out and crumble.
Three years. More than a thousand days and nights. He had to sit here without a moment's pause, maintaining the flow of laws.
There could be no interruption.
If it stopped for a single breath, the passage would begin to shudder. If it stopped for a quarter of an hour, fragments of the void would invade the safe path again. If it stopped for an hour...
He would not let it stop.
Wind swept across the summit. His white hair scattered in the wind. With all his strength devoted to channeling laws, he could no longer maintain his Transformation Art, and his true appearance was exposed.
A pallid face, deeply sunken eyes, and veins bulging on his thin,