The pillar of Primordial Kernel Essence didn’t burn like fire.
It hit Lin Ke’s chest with the weight of five hundred billion galaxies compiled into a single point of total physical law.
The sheer volume of raw, pure origin specification was sky-high. It wasn’t spiritual qi. It was the foundational arithmetic that allowed spiritual qi to exist.
In the first heartbeat, every cell in Lin Ke’s living meat faced total cellular blast.
His skin began to shred like dry paper in a blast fire. The leftover blood in his veins boiled away into pure white steam. His eyes flashed blinding gold, and the bones in his skull shook so wildly that his vision unspooled into raw exact proofs.
Don’t resist the throughput, Colin Shaw commanded himself in the blinding white center of his soul.
Deploy the profile.
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