The incoming data stream didn’t ask for authentication.
It slammed through the bare Ashen Iron bones of Lin Ke’s left fingers like a high-voltage heavy-duty signal line dropped into a puddle of salt water.
The fist-sized blood-jade core was not merely an array spark. It was an ancient, unpartitioned memory storage medium forged from the ancient blood of three hundred sacrificed fighters.
In an instant, Lin Ke’s sea of mind was flooded with raw, uncompiled ancient bytecode.
Hundreds of thousands of corrupted, emotionally charged memory packets flooded his mental buffers. The dying terror of outer students, the weeping of mortal miners, fragmented sword techniques from slain sub-captains, and the dark, leech-like hunger of ancient demonic ancestors.
The sheer psychic volume threatened to trigger an immediate, fatal stack overflow.
His physical head snapped back against the narrow high walkway floor, his teeth grinding against the iron metal pen until his gums bled heavily.
Reject execution! his mind roared through the howling noise.
