The reward didn’t arrive as a beam of light. It arrived as a world-size gravity collapse.
A tidal wave of pure, ancient karmic merit—the self-running compensation issued by the Heavenly Dao for deallocating four point one billion dangling pointers—poured straight into Lin Ke’s lower belly.
The spiritual mass was sky-high.
It was the piled up energetic yield of three hundred years of diverted cosmic lifecycle, tightly packed into a roaring, golden whirlpool of raw, unformatted Dao-mass.
That tidal wave collided with Lin Ke’s existing Mid Golden Core (v2.2). Then, his internal systems suffered an instant, total deadlock:
Fourteen seconds.
His Golden Core was swelling like an over-inflated boiler.
The two nested rings of his core, designed to process high-speed Yang bursts, were bowing outward under the crushing influx of raw cosmic merit.
