With the full awakening of the First Sovereign’s sky eyes, the deepest gravity law of the terrestrial sphere inverted across the expanse of Entry hall 893.
It was neither a blast of sky wind nor a bone-shaking blast wave of sound. It was an instant, outward spreading of ancient crushing weight, streaming outward from the base of the Obsidian Throne in nested, level ripples of invisible thickness. Ten mountain-crushing pressure of packed world-size heavy rush—the exact gravity ballast needed to hold four land-wide plates in suspended balance above the mantle—surged across the hadal basin at the speed of light.
The wave did not strike downward from the arched ceiling. It propagated horizontally through the living bedrock, through the underground air, and across the surface of the waters.
On the green jade dais, the laws of nature remained held in total, hermetic balance.
Within the forty-eight-arm-length circle bounded by the green jade pavers and the green rust copper inlay, the gravity pull remained tuned to exactly one point zero standard terrestrial gravity. Qiao Ming and Yan Zhiqiu felt no crushing weight, no constriction in their lungs, and no dizziness in their temples. The hermetic circuit formed by the thirty-two-cycle promise and the fused Broken Slate grounded the huge cosmic flux directly into the one hundred and forty-four hardwood pins driven into the planet’s core. That created a calm safe hall of exact balance in the eye of the gravity hurricane.
