The violet light in the upper air died.
It didn’t fade out. It was smothered. The swirling clouds above Black Crag Basin turned a total, light-devouring shade of forged iron. The color of raw magnetic iron pulled from the deepest trenches of the earth.
A terrifying, oppressive weight settled over the mountain valley.
The Heavenly Dao compiler had completed its static code analysis of the strange flaw below.
In traditional training, a fighter breaking through to Foundation Establishment was like an approved application requesting memory share-out from the running system. They presented their sect pill, their bloodline token, their standard spirit vein signed name. The Heavenly Dao granted them a registered spiritual address.
Lin Ke had presented none of those things.
He had crushed the sect pill. He had purged the old family backdoors. He had refactored his channels into an un-metered, un-throttled sight waveguide. He drew upon pre-historic precursor assembly syntax from Sub-Vault Zero.
To the Heavenly Dao, Lin Ke was not a student seeking advancement.
