The incident logs of thirty thousand years ago laid bare the founding crime of the sky order.
Lin Tao traced the historical records down to the era known in royal myth as the Descent of the Golden Immortals. Across the lower continents, every school, sect, and court taught that the Heavenly Emperor had attained supreme enlightenment, climbed to the summit of the nine heavens. Then he received the divine mandate to govern mortal life with golden justice.
The end-post display told a radically different, repulsive truth.
“They were mortal fighters who stumbled into an abandoned backup upkeep end-post in the northern mountain ranges,” Lin Tao said. His voice dropping into was cold, razor-sharp care. “They couldn’t gain root access because their bodies were full of spiritual dirt. But they found an open guest session left behind by a test routine.”
Tie Shan leaned forward, his heavy jaw clenched. “What did they steal?”
“They stole the user permission registries,” Lin Tao replied, scrolling through the historical access logs. “They discovered that the self-running system was running out of memory and was preparing to execute a universal wipe-out sweep across the entire continent. Instead of reporting the defect or repairing the leak, they modified the target tables.”
