And at the center of the vortex, Dao Sheng had already abandoned all thought, all resistance.
His Divine Soul was like a lone skiff cast into a furious ocean woven from the birth and death of billions of worlds.
In one instant he endured the extreme sharpness of the Gold Law, and in the very next, that sharpness was dissolved by the endless embrace of the Water Law, turning into a neither-this-nor-that "corrosion" Power that etched mottled marks upon his Dao bones.
In one instant he tasted the exuberant vitality of the Wood Law, and in the very next, that vitality was strangled by the ultimate Nirvana of the Law of Death, evolving into a "decay" state poised between life and death, draping his Divine Soul in a layer of ashen bleakness.
Light and dark chased one another within him, no longer clearly divided, but gnawing at each other, turning into a grey "Chaos" that devoured all concepts.
