bioinnovel Chapter 449 Reverse Intrusion!
Chapter 449 Reverse Intrusion!
The darkness shattered.
But Zhang Yan did not move.
The primal energy injected by the Wind Spirit Beast was still surging deep within his consciousness. That power was not as cold and precise as the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship, but more like the pulse of the earth itself, heavy and solid, carrying an ancient order far exceeding thirty thousand years.
The two golems created by the colony have been reduced to dust, but the direction in which they dissipated reveals something.
The consciousness channel is still open.
Zhang Yan could sense that at the end of the void, which was burned through by the golden light, there was still an extremely thin line.
That was the connection channel established when the community invaded his consciousness, a two-way bridge that was not yet completely closed.
The community uses this channel to instill meme pollution, fabricated memories, and fear.
But the channel is bidirectional.
"Once you open the door, don't blame me for walking in," Zhang Yan said in a low voice.
His consciousness no longer retreated, but moved forward.
The energy of the Heavenly Craftsman's Heart condensed into a thin layer of azure light around him, while the residual primal power of the Wind Spirit Beast transformed into a golden base color. The two intertwined to form a composite frequency that Zhang Yan had never used before.
He named this frequency...virus.
It's not a virus at the physical level, but something more fundamental.
A variant of the Purification Pulse, the sharpest weapon the Heavenly Craftsman's Heart has used for 30,000 years to combat high-dimensional pollution, was recompiled by Zhang Yan using the primordial energy of the Wind Spirit Beast and packaged into an information bomb.
Then he stuffed it into the passage.
The effect is immediate.
A vibration came from the other end of the passage.
It was not a physical vibration, but a "spasm" caused by the sudden contraction of some enormous consciousness.
Zhang Yan increased his output.
The completeness of the Heavenly Craftsman's Heart begins to decrease from 99.4%, then to 98%, 97.5%, 97%...
Every percentage point of consumption is transformed into a purifying torrent rushing through the channel.
The community's reaction escalated from "convulsions" to "screaming".
The complex sound, composed of countless superimposed voices, rang in Zhang Yan's mind again, but this time it was no longer a calm mockery, but rather something he had never heard from higher-dimensional beings before.
pain.
"What are you doing!" The compound voice turned shrill. "Stop!"
Zhang Yan ignored him.
His consciousness had traveled hundreds of meters along the passage. Deep within the passage, he saw the outer structure of the collective consciousness of the community.
A net woven from billions of gray-white threads, each thread representing an assimilated individual consciousness.
The net was trembling.
The "virus" injected by Zhang Yan is spreading along the threads, leaving a tiny, indelible "trace" with each thread it touches.
What is that mark?
It was something the Wind Spirit Beast entrusted to him in its last glance.
It was Nie Qingcheng's voice angrily calling his name over the communication channel.
It was the suppressed worry that Qin Xiao conveyed every time he said, "Received, Brother Yan."
It was the phrase "We've always been here" that Guanxing used when handing over the data.
It is human will.
The community is using meme pollution to try to drive humans insane and cause them to self-destruct.
Zhang Yan returned the human items.
"One hundred thousand years." Zhang Yan's consciousness remained as steady as a rock in the passage. "You spent one hundred thousand years knocking on the door, but it didn't open."
"You spent 30,000 years waiting for Xu to do things for you, and Xu has been sealed off."
"You spent three hundred years collecting data, and I heard you knocking on the door very clearly."
He paused for a moment.
"Now you know what it feels like to be inside that door."
The compound sound turned into a howl.
The giant gray-white net began to contract violently, with countless threads tangling together, attempting to crush the purifying energy injected by Zhang Yan.
However, the spread of the "virus" far exceeds its repair speed; each marked node is spreading outwards, like ink dripping into clear water.
The community's outer defenses have been breached.
Zhang Yan's consciousness was almost sucked in.
He saw what was behind the opening—in the darkness, countless pairs of gray-white eyes were neatly arranged, stretching from near to infinity, each pair watching him.
Icy.
Emotionless.
Ancient beyond time itself.
Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat.
It wasn't fear, it was an instinctive reaction.
That kind of warning etched deep in our genes when faced with something utterly incomprehensible.
He did not intend to delve any deeper.
"That's enough." Zhang Yan stopped.
The energy of the Heavenly Craftsman's Heart receded, and the Wind Spirit Beast's primal power transformed into a golden barrier at the last moment, sealing off the entire passage.
In the last second before the passage closed, the chorus of the community changed from howling to a single word.
"...I've got it."
The sound disappeared.
The channel is broken.
Zhang Yan's consciousness suddenly returned to his body.
My vision was blown away.
All the screens in the Chaos Mech's cockpit returned to normal, and the light of the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship pulsed steadily in his chest.
Outside the body, the golden light curtain still covers the sky above Beijing, and more than 90% of the memetic contamination has been cleared.
"Brother Yan!" Qin Xiao's voice burst through the communication channel, "Your heart rate has returned to normal! What happened? For the past fourteen minutes, all your vital signs were beating erratically!"
Zhang Yan leaned back in his seat, his back soaked in cold sweat.
"The community built a channel of consciousness, trying to drag me in," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "I gave them a gift."
"What gift?"
"Let them experience what it feels like to have someone standing at their door and banging on it."
There was a three-second silence on the other end of the communication.
"You... you've infiltrated the community from the opposite direction?" Qin Xiao's voice changed.
"It's not considered an intrusion." Zhang Yan glanced at the system panel. The Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart was 97% complete, and the consumption was more than expected. "It was just a needle prick in their nerves."
"And the results?"
The system now displays a new line of data.
The pressure on the six global gateways has dropped by 40% in the past five minutes.
The colony is licking its wounds.
Zhang Yan did not smile.
He saw those eyes, endless gray-white eyes, lined up in the depths of darkness.
That's not something that can be scared off by a single injection.
They just need time to process this entirely new concept of "pain".
Then they will adapt.
Just as they have adapted to everything over the past 100,000 years.
"Qin Xiao".
"exist."
"To what extent has the meme contamination been cleared?"
"Ninety-three percent, the remainder is being diluted by the delayed field of the Sky-Gazing Anchor, and is expected to return to zero completely within six hours."
"Okay." Zhang Yan's gaze fell on the upper right corner of the screen.
The system countdown has just been refreshed.
The original number of more than two hundred days left disappeared, replaced by a new red number that kept jumping.
Thirty days.
The countdown timer for starting the gate network self-sustaining mode has been compressed.
It wasn't because of a problem with the delay field, but rather because the memetic attack by the community caused minor damage to the physical base of the Sky Anchor, requiring the self-sustaining mode to be entered earlier to ensure stability.
Thirty days.
Zhang Yan stared at the number for five seconds, then closed the panel.
"Notify everyone," he said. "We have thirty days left."
The Chaos Mech's engine reignited, and the dark gold mech passed through the golden light curtain, plummeting towards Jinghai.
Nie Qingcheng's private channel lit up. A text message appeared.
"I'm back. There are marinated ribs in the fridge."
Zhang Yan looked at the line of text and his lips twitched slightly.
Thirty days.
enough.