The wreckage of the Ark of Gaia's Heart, like metallic scraps chewed up and spat out by a cosmic beast, drifted in the absolute darkness at the heart of the Sea of Entropy. Along the ship's hull, at the edges of the vast wounds torn by the rift barrier, strange crystals, melted and then frozen, condensed. A dark purple electric light, like a malignant tumor, flickered and spread silently deep within the cracks, emitting a continuous, subtle "sizzling" sound, like the echo of death gnawing at the last vestiges of order. The nozzles of the two remaining thrusters at the rear had long since melted and deformed, leaving only a few wisps of pale smoke in the void, quickly swallowed by the darkness. Absolute silence and cold were the only dictates here.
The bridge has become a steel tomb.
The flickering light of the emergency lights stretched General Raymond's figure leaning against the console, lengthening and shortening it like a dying silhouette. Each of his heavy breaths carried the strong scent of blood and the hissing of ice crystals. The bloodstains on his chest had long since frozen into a dark red crust. Most of the main screen remained pitch black, save for a tiny dot of light in one corner, representing the core of the "cradle." It emitted a faint yet stubborn dark gold luster, like a firefly in an endless sea of ink.
"General... the remaining engines... overloaded and melted... the vector jets... have all failed..." The adjutant's voice, like sandpaper scraping against each other, came through the communicator, intermittent and interspersed with suppressed coughs. "We... have lost all power... and are... being slowly dragged... by the core's gravity..."
Being dragged...towards the ultimate Eye of Chaos that can devour even light.
Raymond's bloodshot eyes slowly turned as he gazed out the observation window. There were no stars, no direction, only a pure, soul-chilling nothingness. The Ark, the last ark of human civilization, now floated like a cold coffin in the cosmic morgue, being dragged toward its final grave by the invisible hand of death. Despair, deeper than the chill of the entropic sea, silently gripped the hearts of every survivor on the bridge.
The Temple of Origin is the only island of light in this frozen land of death.
The backflowing dark purple polluted mist was blocked by an invisible barrier, the force field of order emanating from the dark gold vortex burning in Lin Mo's left eye. The temple was still bitterly cold, the ground covered in thick white frost, but at least no new icicles were frantically growing. The makeshift energy shield emitted a low hum. Inside, the few remaining medical staff and engineers huddled, their faces bruised, barely maintaining consciousness thanks to each other's body heat and the weak heat radiated by the shield.
Dr. Owen hunched over the control panel, his chilblained hands draped over the interface, soaking up the pitiful warmth. His old eyes were fixed on the screen, where the two life curves flickered tenaciously, like candles in the wind.
Xu Shuangyao's life support chamber was still frozen in a thick layer of dark purple ice crystals, like a giant mass of purple-black amber. But now, deep within the ice crystals, beside the previously almost invisible microscopic crack, a faint yet incredibly tenacious frost-blue luster pulsated slowly yet continuously, like a dormant underground fire beneath the ice. Each pulsation caused a tiny, spider-web-like crack to extend through the frozen crystals, barely perceptible to the naked eye.
"Frost girl... the core imprint... is resonating..." Owen's voice trembled in the extreme cold, filled with incredible excitement, "Lin Mo's energy... is the key! It's awakening her!"
Inside Lin Mo's life support chamber, the scene was a fusion of miracle and hell. He floated in a pale blue nutrient solution, the surface wounds rapidly healing under the repair of nanobots, and the terrifying purple veins of contamination beneath his skin had almost completely disappeared. Only his left eye—the burning dark gold vortex slowly swirled, emitting a steady and powerful ripple of order. At the vortex's core, the dark gold flame was no longer faint; it burned steadily. Each pulse seemed to resonate with a distant and weighty presence deep within the universe, causing the entire vortex to flicker. Countless tiny, dark gold runes of order flowed within the vortex, like living creatures, arising and fading, forming a tiny yet complete closed loop of law. This was the fire of anti-entropy, the stellar fire that would incinerate chaos and restore order!
However, this newfound power came at an equally shocking price. Lin Mo's left cheek, centered around his eye socket, was transformed into a strange, translucent crystallization! Dark golden energy veins, like burning lava, were clearly visible beneath the crystallized skin, forming a sinister boundary with the surrounding normal flesh. Each vortex's pulse caused the crystallized area to tremble slightly, as if it could collapse at any moment! This was the mark of the body being forcibly transformed and eroded by the power of the laws, forced to accommodate a starry essence far beyond its limit! It was like a mortal body forcibly bearing the authority of a god.
"Carrier transformation rate... 17%... continuing to rise..." a cold electronic voice reported, "Mental load... critical threshold... consciousness connection state... deep sleep..."
Deep sleep? No!
Dr. Owen suddenly looked up at Lin Mo's face. The boy's eyes were closed, his expression calm, as if he had simply fallen into an ordinary sleep. But Owen knew that Lin Mo's consciousness, using that burning left eye as an anchor, was piercing the Ark's iron barriers, penetrating the absolute darkness at the heart of the Sea of Entropy, and plunging deeply and recklessly into the chaotic abyss that even gods trembled at! He was "seeing"! He was sensing! He was... searching!
Cold... sticky... endless darkness, more depressing than the deepest trench, more deadly than the coldest polar region.
Lin Mo's consciousness, like a faint yet resilient spark, struggled through the absolute chaos at the core of the Sea of Entropy. Surrounding him was no longer the surging purple, polluted energy, but a more primal, more ultimate "nothingness"—the very source of chaos and end. Time and space lost their meaning here, leaving only eternal silence and... that pervasive, soul-freezing, icy gaze.
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