The danger was not over. It had moved inside his ribs.
The moment the hot-patch merged into the Jade Monolith, the cosmic compiler didn’t merely update the stele. It updated the author.
Eighty thousand years of refined compilation rules, stone-built schemas, and clean karmic bytecode surged backward down the connection bus, flooding Lin Ke’s physical vessel.
His training base, which had sat at Early Body Integration (v6.0), could no longer contain the crushing weight.
In the physical chamber, Lin Ke collapsed onto his hands and knees.
His skin began to flicker.
Where flesh and bone should have been solid, patches of his hands, his neck. His shoulders began to dissolve into shimmering, semi-clear pixels of pale gold bytecode. Through the gaps in his dissolving flesh, the surrounding room’s spatial grid lines were visible.
“Lin Ke!” Wu DeZheng shrieked, scrambling forward with his hands outstretched.
