The sound inside Lin Ke’s lower dantian was like ice cracking across a winter lake.
His Mid-Foundation baseline—the Version 1.3 crystal-clear foundation built three months ago—was fracturing under an energy surge it was never architected to hold.
The purified life-force from the blood-jade core had flooded the pool with nearly twice its designed volume limit.
If he tried to vent the excess Qi, the rigid, non-elastic walls of his Congenital Glass Spirit veins would shatter from internal fluid hammer. If he held it in, the lower dantian would experience a total holding failure.
There was no rollback. No safe abort mode.
The only way out was forward. He had to perform a live, hot-patch system upgrade while under maximum working load.
Lin Ke lay on the swaying narrow high walkway, his burned left arm throbbing with blackened agony, his teeth biting into his lip as his mind plunged into the final stone-built sandbox.
Tianfu branch sim/breakthrough-late-foundation, he commanded.
