The connection hit like an ocean dumped through a funnel.
Lin Ke’s palm bonded with the surface of the Primordial Jade Monolith. Then, eighty thousand years of cosmic transaction logs blew up inside his skull.
It wasn’t a mystical vision of mountains and rivers. It was a pouring waterfall of raw, uncompressed twin bytecode. Hex-code arrays, karmic weight vectors, spatial map point tables, and dispatch timestamps roared into his sea of mind at terabits per second.
In the physical world, Lin Ke’s knees buckled.
“Lin Ke!” Wu DeZheng hissed in a scared whisper, trying to catch his shoulder.
Meng Shan held Wu back with a single massive arm. “Don’t touch him. Look at his eyes.”
Lin Ke’s pupils had dilated until the irises vanished entirely. From both nostrils, dark crimson blood poured in steady, thick streams, dripping off his jaw and sizzling against the cold white marble.
In the frozen safe hall of his mental sandbox, Lin Ke fought for his life against the data storm.
