The thorns on his fingertips rapidly melted and disintegrated in the crimson storm, and the excruciating pain seared his nerves like an electric current. His target wasn't Xu Shuangyao—the center of the storm was an absolute dead zone—but the data sphere above the throne, which stubbornly spun under the violent crimson onslaught, gleaming with faint blue, pale gold, and chaotic primordial light!
Just as his giant palm, made of dark-gold thorns and liquid metal, was about to touch the chaotically spinning data sphere—
Buzz!!!
Above, Cradle’s utmost concentrated cross-dimensional annihilation command finally arrived!
There was no sound, no burst of light.
There is only one absolute, all-encompassing "white".
This wasn't just a visual white, but a complete, perceptual blank. Time, space, matter, energy... all concepts that constitute reality were forcibly "returned to zero" within this realm of "white." Pei Du's massive, thorny body suddenly stiffened. Every part of his being—the resilient dark-gold thorns, the flowing dark green life energy, the raging, dark blue arcs of destruction, even the struggling fragments of his consciousness, belonging to "Pei Du"—began to disintegrate at its most fundamental level under the blanket of "white"! Like a sand castle frozen to absolute zero, then struck lightly by an invisible hammer, shattering and dispersing from the tiniest particle level.
Thoughts were frozen, strength stripped away, existence itself denied. Absolute silence and nothingness embraced him. The last scene reflected in Pei Du's molten-gold eyes was the data sphere at the edge of the "white" realm, still stubbornly spinning and resisting erasure. And below it, at the center of the storm, Xu Shuangyao's figure, completely submerged by crimson chains.
it's over?
Consciousness is like a candle in the wind, about to be completely extinguished.
However, at the critical point of being erased, at the moment when the cold and dead "white" was about to swallow everything -
Bang!
Pei Du's huge thorny palm, which was scarred and almost melted by the crimson storm, relied on the last bit of his remaining, almost instinctive will before it completely turned into nothingness. He desperately and fiercely grabbed the data sphere that was spinning wildly and flickering on the edge of the "white domain" that erased the command!
The moment of contact was neither an explosion nor an infusion of energy.
It is... a silent collapse and a violent rebirth!
Time seemed to be infinitely stretched, and then compressed to a singularity in an instant.
The data core composed of countless abandoned cradle instructions, ancient experimental data, and chaotic original plant information reached the limit of its structural bearing capacity under the triple terrifying pressure of Pei Du's palm contact, the erosion of the cradle erasing instruction "White Domain", and the tearing of Xu Shuangyao's uncontrolled crimson storm below.
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a deeper humming sound, as if the very fabric of the universe were being torn apart. The data sphere, several meters in diameter and spinning like a miniature galaxy, its surface, a mixture of pale blue, pale gold, and chaotic colors, was instantly pulled and twisted, then... it collapsed madly inward!
The vast information flow that comprised the sphere—those cold, precise cradle instructions, the blurry, leaping experimental records, the wild, chaotic data of life—was no longer a distinct stream. Instead, under the sheer pressure of destruction, it was forcibly shattered, stirred, and smelted into an indescribable, seething, primordial "data slurry"! This slurry was a chaotic, dark silver, shimmering with billions of tiny points of faint blue, pale gold, and scarlet light. Like molten metal mingled with star fragments, it contained a terrifying information density and violent energy capable of incinerating a soul.
This chaotic data slurry that was forcibly melted lost the restraint of the spherical shell, and like a world-destroying flood that found an outlet, it rushed back violently along the thorny arm that Pei Du grasped it!
"ah--!!!"
This time, the roar completely transcended pain, transforming into an inhuman, terrifying sound wave, a mixture of metallic friction and energy shrieks! Pei Du's massive, thorny body felt as if pierced by a high-voltage current of billions of volts. Every inch of his form, composed of dark-gold thorns, liquid metal, dark green life energy, and dark blue arcs of destruction, twisted, expanded, and deformed wildly under the impact of this chaotic data torrent!
The thorny arm bore the brunt of the impact. Under the raging chaotic data, the dark golden thorn structure, like pig iron thrown into a furnace, instantly became red-hot! The metal fibers that formed the thorns groaned harshly under the dual impact of the heat and the information flow. Countless fine, cold, constantly shifting geometric patterns emerged on its surface—the imprint of chaotic data forcibly imprinted. The originally tangled thorns were forcibly stretched and twisted. Some parts flattened like sharp blades, flashing with a cold, digital light, while others bulged and bulged, as if an unstable energy furnace was stuffed inside, emitting a dangerous glow.
The dark green light of life and the dark blue arc of destruction, these two forces, already in constant conflict within him, were now completely detonated by this external, even more violent torrent of chaotic data! They no longer attempted to repair or resist, but were instead swept along by the data slurry, like two enraged poisonous dragons, madly colliding, biting, and fusing within him! Every collision erupted with blinding flashes of energy, and every tearing caused parts of his body to violently expand or collapse. Along the edges of the dark gold lines covering his torso, the dark green and dark blue veins no longer flowed, but instead spread and flickered like cracks in burning lava, as if they would tear him apart in the next second!
Even more terrifying was the impact on the consciousness. That chaotic torrent of data was a confluence of countless chaotic wills and cold logic. Fragments of the Cradle's erasure program, the painful wails of the experimental subjects, the greedy roars of the mother tree's primordial life, and countless broken and meaningless logical garbage... like billions of red-hot steel needles, they pierced Pei Du's already shattered core of consciousness!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com