The air in Sub-Vault Zero began to hum like a high-voltage power yard.
It didn’t feel hot or cold. It felt electric, clean, and terrifyingly dense.
From the base of the black glass dais, four air-powered spirit-channels slid open in the floor with a bone-shaking hiss, discharging a flood of uncorrupted precursor baseline Qi into the sealed chamber.
This was not the sluggish, polluted spiritual sludge of Mount Canglan’s surface.
There was no sulfur smoke, no coal soot, no stone contaminants, and zero churning Qi-fragmentation.
It was pure, deterministic baseline energy. Filtered, compiled, and tightly packed by precursor machines ten thousand years ago, held in high-pressure storage at twelve mountain-crushing pressure.
The baseline Qi touched Lin Ke’s skin. Then, it bypassed his pores entirely, sucked into his glassy glass spirit veins by sheer energetic pressure.
His six dantian vortexes surged from twelve thousand turns a minute to fifty thousand in less than two breaths.
