The deeper Lin Tao dug into the subroutines of FUNC_PURGE_UNINDEXED_ENTITIES(), the more monstrous the stonework became.
The subroutine didn’t deploy sky armies, nor did it summon total meteor storms or divine lightning strikes. Brute physical destruction was computationally expensive and left behind huge physical residue that needed hundreds of years of deep-rock steadying.
Instead, the Heavenly Dao operated on the cold principles of resource reclamation.
Lin Tao’s sight array projected the decompiled execution logic onto the dark stone ceiling above the land-mapper’s bench. The lines of raw machine code organized themselves into a nested hierarchical tree, detailing the systematic dismantling of mortal life.
“Look at the execution order,” Lin Tao murmured. He pointed toward the third branch with his uninjured right hand.
Tie Shan and Doctor Su both looked up at the ceiling. Even so, to their unaugmented human eyes, they saw only flickering lavender light and faint sharp-angled shadows.
“What’s Step One?” Su asked, her cold and exact instincts sharpening at the Latinate terms Lin Tao unconsciously translated into medical concepts.
“Step One severs the moving connection between the conscious soul and the movement nerves,” Lin Tao explained. “That’s what your patients are experiencing right now in the triage ward. The carrier wave is already testing the disconnect command. It stops the spark impulses passing from the spinal column to the chest muscle and heart.”
