The conflict in spatial_folding_core.dao was worse than a simple syntax mismatch.
Buried seventy layers deep inside the old family commit was an ancient upkeep stub:
It wasn’t modern DRM.
It was a test hook left behind by the Ancient Master builders so their central monitoring stations could track network congestion during flat migrations.
In Epoch 1, it had been a harmless ping.
In the modern era, the Celestial Court’s self-running surveillance grid monitored that exact tracking data port twenty-four hours a day.
If Lin Ke deployed the Void Refinement code to his living body with that hook active, the moment his glass spirit veins folded into the fourth dimension, his physical map points would be broadcast straight to Magistrate Kui’s Void-court flagship.
An sky-high lance would punch through the mountain three seconds later.
