The True Sun Wheel suppressed its captive from above, its golden radiance drawing inward into a palm-sized golden sphere that firmly imprisoned "Multitude."
Inside the golden sphere, "Multitude" still lunged left and right, struggling without pause.
At times, it assumed the aspect of City Folk, countless figures emerging from within and pushing together, trying to force open this tiny cage;
At others, it took the form of the Plague Daoist, dark green plague qi churning and foulness spreading, intent on corrupting the golden light and finding a gap through which to escape.
Yet no matter how its forms shifted and changed, the golden sphere formed by the True Sun Wheel remained as firm as ever.
Radiance flowed across its surface, interweaving layer upon layer and locking every transformation within a space barely a foot across.
The True Sun Wheel was also a manifestation of "Law," an existence on the same level as "Multitude." Suppressing "Law" with "Law" was precisely a meeting of evenly matched opponents, a cage made by heaven itself.
Chu Mo's Mystic Embryo drew the golden sphere over and used Divine Thought as a ruler, inspecting every corner of the Crimson Sun Golden Vault inch by inch. Beneath the all-pervading golden light, nothing could hide.
After confirming again and again that the Forgetting Daoist had left, rather than merely been forgotten by him, the Mystic Embryo nodded slightly and looked to its side.
A glimmer of dark light appeared there. Chu Mo's true body stepped out, reached for the golden sphere, and placed it in his palm to examine it closely.
The golden sphere trembled slightly, light and shadow shifting within it to reveal countless figures, some still and some moving, some standing and some walking.
"So this is 'Law'?"
Chu Mo murmured, a gleam of burning eagerness