The pipe opened, and the sky fell into his skull.
It didn’t feel like a stream of thoughts or a flash of divine enlightenment.
It felt like someone had driven a four-inch iron drill bit through his frontal lobe and connected it directly to a heavy-duty fire hydrant pumping liquid lead.
Lin Ke’s vision washed out into blinding, painless white.
His physical body collapsed to one knee on the jagged dark rock scree, his right hand clawing into the frozen dirt so hard his fingernails cracked against the rock.
The sheer informational thickness of the Upper Realm was staggering.
Down the encapsulated void tunnel poured everything the Celestial Gateway was processing at that exact heartbeat:
The nonstop biometric tracking data of twelve thousand royal guards patrolling the South Heaven gates;
