bioinnovel Chapter 434 Patterns
Chapter 434 Patterns
On the third day after the sixth pattern stabilized, the most recent of the remaining six nodes was completed.
When Xu reported this, his voice carried a very faint fluctuation, as if even he himself had not expected the repair speed to be this fast.
The seventh node was released early yesterday morning.
The pulse it releases is as short as the silent pattern of the fourth node, but its content is completely different.
The ancient life form in the scene looked away after seeing the golden light.
It doesn't ignore the light; it simply shifts its gaze elsewhere from the direction of the light.
As the gaze shifted away, it released a very faint lingering emotional resonance.
That lingering feeling corresponds to—nostalgia in the ancient language.
Su Fan squatted on the city wall, biting into a steamed bun, with his left palm facing up on his knee.
The seventh line appears on the outer surface of the transparent memory layer, right next to the release line. Its width is the same as the first six lines, but the shape of the ripples is different from the first six lines.
Its underlying emotional flow is much slower than fear and confusion, like something that has been suppressed for a long time being released at the last moment before dissipating.
He sensed the warmth of that lingering nostalgia, a temperature slightly lower than surprise but slightly higher than confusion, falling precisely in the warmer middle position within the temperature sequence of the six lines.
After the seventh line was added, seven lines of different temperatures were arranged side by side on the outer surface of the transparent memory layer—surprise, confusion, fear, silence, acceptance, release, and remembrance.
He swallowed the steamed bun, stood up, carried the Pangu Axe, and walked to the White Rock Terrace.
When I crouched at the edge of the crack and reached out to touch the halo on the seed's surface, the arrangement of the seven lines had already covered about half of the outer surface of the transparent memory layer.
The temperature distribution of the seven lines forms an arc from warm to cold and back to warm—surprise is the warmest, nostalgia is moderately warm, acceptance and confusion are in the middle range, silence and release are low, and fear is the lowest.
This temperature arc resembles the natural distribution of the emotional reactions of those ancient beings when faced with unfamiliar golden light.
They were all embedded with the same golden data in their last moments before dissipating, but each life form's response to that light landed at a different temperature position.
Some are warm, some are cold, and some are in the middle.
All the temperatures combined formed that arc.
That arc itself is the response map of those twelve life forms.
"When the seventh node released its nostalgic emotions, a very slight synchronization tremor occurred at the lowest level of the old domain core."
Xu squatted on the edge of the crevice, his right hand inserted into his chest, sensing for a long time before finally pulling it out.
"The amplitude of the vibration was extremely small, but the core of it was that the flow rate of the halo was slightly adjusted after the vibration."
The fine-tuning involved slowing down the flow of the surface halo by half a beat.
After slowing down the temperature by half a beat, the temperature difference between the Nostalgia Pattern at the lowest level of the Old Domain Core and the five data variants on the Primordial side narrowed.
The core of the old domain is actively adjusting its operating rhythm to match the temperature of the nostalgic patterns.
It is relinquishing its operational space to accommodate the lingering emotional resonance of the old domain's life forms.
Su Fan stood up, turned around, and walked towards the South Heavenly Gate city wall.
When I walked to the edge of the crenellation and placed my left hand on the city brick, an equivalent sample of the nostalgic texture appeared in the network of laws inside the city brick.
Seven samples are arranged side by side in the textured layer inside the city brick—surprise, confusion, fear, silence, acceptance, release, and remembrance.
The temperature on the surface of the city bricks rose by an extremely small amount after absorbing the commemorative samples.
The increase in temperature was exactly the same as the increase in temperature of the lines on his palm that he cherished.
That city brick now bears the equivalent sample of the emotional reactions left behind by seven ancient life forms in their final moments before dissipating.
The seven samples each glowed stably at different temperatures, forming a complete temperature arc within the network of laws inside the city bricks.
Su Fan squatted quietly by the edge of the stack.
In the seven layers of new color on his palm, each of the seven lines glowed with a different temperature.
The new color tone became softer after the nostalgic pattern was incorporated.
The warmth of the nostalgic pattern falls in the middle to warmer area, neutralizing the sharpness of the cold tone that was previously caused by fear and silence.
The new color now looks closer to a complete, balanced, and self-consistent spectrum than before.
The seven lines have covered half of the outer surface of the transparent memory layer.
Five more to go.
When Su Fan woke up on the morning of the fourth day, there were two new lines on the palm of his left hand.
Two lines appeared simultaneously at the end of the outer surface of the transparent memory layer, right next to the nostalgia line.
When he sat up and looked at his palm, the width of the two lines was the same as the previous seven, and the shape of the ripples was that one was straighter than the previous seven, and the other was more curved than the previous seven.
He calmed himself down and sensed for a while, discerning the contents sealed by the two new patterns from the lingering emotions flowing beneath the surface.
One is belonging, the other is leaving.
The lingering emotions flowing within the patterns of belonging carry a tendency to converge in a certain direction, as if the ancient life form, upon seeing the golden light, subconsciously adjusted its state of being towards the light.
The lingering emotions flowing through the patterns carried a tendency to break away in the opposite direction, as if another life form from an old realm, upon seeing the golden light, chose to detach itself from its original position.
"The eighth and ninth nodes completed their releases almost simultaneously in the early morning."
The sound of the rubble came from the direction of the crack, much earlier than usual.
"The repair speed of the two nodes jumped again due to the catalytic effect of the release of the seventh texture."
In the pulse released by the eighth node, the old domain life form, upon seeing the golden light, slightly aligned its existence with the direction of the light.
The movement was minimal, but the lingering emotion contained within that slight gesture was one of belonging.
Within the pulse released by the ninth node, the old domain life form, upon seeing the golden light, withdrew from its original position and ceased its existence.
The direction of withdrawal is not backward or lateral movement, but upward.
In its final moments before dissipating, it lifted itself upwards slightly.
The lingering emotion sealed within the gesture of lifting is departure.
Su Fan put on his coat and squatted down by the crenellations of the city wall.
He placed his left palm up on his knee and quietly sensed the flow of emotions beneath the two new lines.
The lingering emotional resonance within the lines of belonging is close to acceptance, but deeper, like some kind of deeper inclination.
The lingering warmth of emotions leaving the texture is close to being released, but lighter than that, like the emptiness left after weight has been removed.
Two lines are arranged side by side next to the remembrance line, forming a sequence of nine lines together with the previous seven.
Nine different temperatures are distributed over nearly three-quarters of the outer surface of the transparent memory layer.
He stood up, carried the Pangu Axe, and walked to the White Rock Terrace.
When I crouched at the edge of the crack and reached out to touch the halo on the seed's surface, the arrangement of the nine lines on the outer surface of the transparent memory layer was almost complete.
The temperature arc begins at the warm end of surprise, passes through acceptance, belonging, remembrance, confusion, silence, release, and departure, and ends near the cold end of fear.
The transition between the two ends of the arc has become smooth.
The temperature of each pattern falls at its proper position on the arc, forming a continuous natural gradient in temperature difference with other patterns.
That temperature arc itself was the complete distribution of the emotional reactions of the nine ancient beings when faced with the unfamiliar golden light.
Su Fan walked back to the city wall and squatted down by the crenellations.
When he placed his left hand on the city brick, two new samples appeared in the network of laws inside the city brick.
Belonging and leaving.
Nine samples were arranged side by side in the textured layer inside the city brick.
The temperature of the city brick rose slightly after absorbing the sample it belonged to, and fell slightly after absorbing the sample it left.
The adjusted temperature distribution formed a continuous gradient among the nine samples, consistent with the temperature arc of his palm.
That city brick now bears the equivalent sample of the emotional reactions left behind by nine ancient life forms in their final moments before they dissipated.
Three more steps are needed.
When Su Fan woke up on the morning of the fifth day, a line appeared on the palm of his left hand.
The position is right next to the side away from the pattern.
The width is the same as the previous nine, but the shape of the ripple is the most curved—much more curved than any of the previous ones.
He sensed the lingering emotions flowing beneath the pattern, and it took him longer than ever before to recognize it.
The message sealed within that pattern is—waiting.
The lingering emotional resonance was extremely faint and still, so still that it was almost obscured by the temperature of the other patterns.
But after calming down and sensing it three times, he confirmed the existence of that emotion.
The lingering feeling of waiting remained.
It is neither warm nor cold, neither rising nor falling, neither advancing nor stopping; it is simply a continuous and constant state of existence that flows slowly at the bottom of the texture.
The flow is so slow that it is almost imperceptible.
But it is indeed moving.
"The tenth node was released in the early morning."
Ruins' voice was softer than ever before.
"After seeing the golden light, the ancient life form maintained its original posture."
It did not move, adjust, heat up, or cool down.
It simply continues to exist in its original state.
It neither went toward the light nor left the light, neither accepted nor rejected, neither remained silent nor released.
It just waits there.
Waiting for it to dissipate.
Waiting for the light to continue shining.
Waiting for something that might happen.
It knows nothing while it waits.
But it is waiting.
Waiting itself is its entire state in the final moment before it dissipates.
Su Fan turned his palm over and looked at the waiting pattern, which shone with an extremely quiet light within the seven layers of new colors.
The temperature of that pattern is in the exact middle of the temperature sequence of all nine patterns.
It's neither too high nor too low; it's exactly equal to the average temperature of all the textures.
After the waiting lines are added, the temperature distribution of the ten lines on the outer surface of the transparent memory layer forms a complete arc from the warm end of surprise, through acceptance, belonging, remembrance, waiting, confusion, silence, release, departure, to the cold end of fear.
The curves have become extremely smooth between the ten lines.
Each line found its most suitable landing point on the arc.
The temperature arc fully illustrates the distribution of emotional reactions of the ten ancient beings when faced with the unfamiliar golden light.
He stood up, carried the Pangu Axe, walked to the White Rock Terrace, and squatted at the edge of the crack.
When you reach out and touch the halo on the seed's surface, the ten lines arranged on the outer surface of the transparent memory layer cover about five-sixths of the area.
There are still two lines that haven't been reached.
But the complete version is just around the corner.
The emotional reactions of those ten ancient life forms have been eternally sealed on the outer surface of the transparent memory layer.
In the form of patterns, in the form of temperature, and in the form of the lingering emotional resonance that flows continuously at its own constant rhythm.
Su Fan stood up, walked back to the city wall, and squatted back down by the crenellations.
When he placed his left hand on the city brick, an equivalent sample waiting for the texture appeared in the network of laws inside the city brick.
Ten samples were arranged side by side in the textured layer inside the city brick, forming a continuous gradient that perfectly matched the temperature arc of his palm.
That city brick now bears the equivalent sample of the emotional reactions left behind by ten ancient life forms in their last moments before they dissipated.
Two more steps are needed.
On the morning of the seventh day, the eleventh line appeared.
It is located in the interval on the side of the waiting pattern.
The pattern is shorter than the previous ten, only half the length of the other patterns.
He sensed the lingering emotion flowing beneath the short lines and recognized that the content of that emotion was—satisfaction.
It's something different from the satisfied emotion sealed away in the fragments of the first smile's arc.
The satisfaction in that arc is the sense of confirmation after completing the engraving.
The satisfaction found in the eleventh line is a sense of closure.
After seeing the golden light, the ancient life form confirmed that it could dissipate.
It reviewed its long journey of drifting alone within the Old Domain for countless eons, and then confirmed that the destination was here.
The moment it saw the golden light, it knew it could stop.
That confirmation left a very faint emotional lingering effect in the last moment before it dissipated.
The lingering feeling is one of satisfaction.
The satisfaction of stopping.
The twelfth line appeared on the same evening as the eleventh line in the last gap on the outer surface of the transparent memory layer.
The width is consistent with other textures.
Its shape is the simplest among the twelve lines—a smooth straight line.
There are no curves, no undulations, no rhythm.
Only a straight horizontal line remains quietly on the outer surface of the transparent memory layer.
He sensed the underlying flow of that straight line, and after a long time of trying to discern it, he finally confirmed that the flow was not actually moving.
It was a static flow.
It's as if some states, in their final moments before dissipating, can only exist in the patterns of laws in a static form.
The content sealed within that straight line is existence itself.
"The eleventh and twelfth nodes were released on the same day."
The sound of the ruins seemed extremely distant in the glowing fireflies of the ruins' cracks at dusk.
"In the pulse of the eleven nodes, the old domain life form folded itself up after seeing the golden light."
It is not a dissipation of folding, but rather a convergence of one's entire state of being toward a single point.
After it was gathered together, its form changed from diffusion to condensation.
In that instant of condensation, it released a very thin layer of emotional aftertaste.
The lingering feeling is one of satisfaction.
There was no emotion in the pulse of the twelfth node.
After seeing the golden light, the ancient life form remained completely still.
It did nothing.
It did not generate any emotion.
It simply existed in its complete form for the last moment.
Existence itself is its final reaction.
Su Fan squatted by the crenellations of the city wall.
He had been sitting in the morning light all day.
Now that it's dark, the five-colored halo in the direction of the Ruins of Return shines steadily in the night.
He turned his left hand over and looked at his palm.
All twelve lines on the outer surface of the transparent memory layer are now in place.
Surprise, confusion, fear, silence, acceptance, release, nostalgia, belonging, departure, waiting, satisfaction, existence.
The twelve lines form a complete ring on the outer surface of the transparent memory layer.
Each line on the ring glows steadily at its own unique temperature.
The twelve temperatures form a complete cycle on the ring, from warm to cold, then back to warm, and then back to cold.
That temperature cycle ring is the collection of all the responses of the twelve ancient life forms when faced with the unfamiliar primordial golden light.
Su Fan placed his left hand on the city brick.
Within the network of laws inside the city bricks, twelve samples are arranged side by side.
The twelve old domain emotional responses were forever etched into the texture of that city brick.
The temperature of the city bricks stabilized at a fixed temperature after all twelve samples were collected.
That temperature is equal to the average temperature of the twelve grooves.
Not too high, not too low.
It's right in the middle.
That city brick now bears the emotional reactions left behind by the twelve life forms that once existed within the old domain in their final moments before they vanished.
They come from different reverberant fragments, which are repaired, pieced together, released, captured, and burned.
They eventually arranged themselves side by side in a complete ring within the textured layer of a city brick on this side of the primordial world.
Su Fan withdrew his hand.
The wind blew in from the top of the city wall.
The new color on his palm, which consisted of seven overlapping layers, was finely adjusted to its final, fixed hue after all twelve lines were in place.
That hue had never appeared in the history before the existence of primordial law-based life forms.
It is a completely new color formed by the superposition of the original emotional reactions of twelve ancient life forms.
It has no name.
But it's already complete.
He sat quietly by the edge of the battlements, his left palm facing up on his knee.
The twelve lines arranged in a ring on the outer surface of the transparent memory layer shine with different temperatures of light in the bottom layer of the seven-layered new color.
Twelve temperatures are lit simultaneously, each temperature is independent, but all temperatures exist side by side on the same surface.
That new color will not change again.
It has finished growing.
It eventually grew into a completely new color that contained twelve old domain emotional responses.
That color has no name.
But it exists completely in his palm, on the surface of the seed deep in the rift of the Ruins, at the bottom layer of the old domain core, and in the texture layer of the city bricks.
Six locations exist simultaneously.
It exists forever.
On the morning of the third day after all twelve patterns were in place, Su Fan squatted on the city wall and ate breakfast as usual.
With a steamed bun in his mouth, he placed his left palm up on his knee.
The new seven-layered color shone with its final, fixed hue in the morning light.
The twelve lines arranged in a ring on the outer surface of the transparent memory layer glow stably at their respective temperatures.
The temperature distribution throughout the ring stabilized that night and has remained unchanged for three days.
That new color has already finished growing.
But he noticed something this morning.
At the very bottom of that new color, between the lowest layer of the seven-layered structure, between the original law texture and the lowest law structure, something new seemed to have appeared.
It's not a pattern.
It's not a color.
It's not temperature.
It is a very thin and still state of existence.
It has no form, no boundaries, and no discernible rules or structure.
It's just there.
It exists quietly beneath all colors, beneath all temperatures, beneath all textures.
Su Fan swallowed the steamed bun and turned his left hand over to look at it in the morning light for a long time.
That layer was so thin and still that it was almost imperceptible unless you were consciously trying to perceive it.
But after calming down, he confirmed that the layer was indeed new.
It emerged spontaneously from the interlayer between the original law texture and the underlying structure of the law after all twelve lines were in place.
The Ruins sensed it on the same morning that Su Fan noticed its existence.
"New things are not patterns."
It was not released from the old domain core, nor from the reverberation node.
It is extracted spontaneously from the bottom layer of the seven-layered structure in your palm after the twelve-ring pattern has closed.
The precipitation principle is similar to that of pure silver layer precipitation—both are byproducts naturally generated during the continuous operation of the coexisting interface.
However, the pure silver layer is a product of the interface between the old domain core and the primordial carrier.
That new layer is a product of the interface between the seven-layered structure and the twelve-ringed grooves in your palm.
After the seven-layered structure and the twelve-ringed pattern coexisted in your palm for three days, a new layer of law-based texture spontaneously precipitated out at the contact surface between them.
Its texture has no color, no temperature, and no shape.
It simply exists.
Su Fan squatted by the city wall, quietly sensing its presence.
The absence of color means that it does not reflect any spectrum.
No temperature means it does not conduct any heat.
Having no form means that it does not occupy any shape that can be described.
But it is indeed there.
He could sense its presence.
It exists as an extremely thin and still base layer beneath all the overlapping structures and all the grooves in his palm.
It's as if all colors and all temperatures are layered on top of it, and it quietly supports everything underneath.
It neither emits light nor heat, nor does it move; it simply exists.
"The structure of the laws in your palm now has an additional layer."
Xu squatted on the edge of the White Rock Plateau, his right hand tucked into his chest for a long time before he pulled it out. The transparent glow on his fingertips had an extra layer of texture that was completely identical to the new being.
That layer of existence is not a law structure, not a law frequency, not a law texture.
It is something more fundamental than laws.
The law itself grows from a more fundamental state of existence.
The seven-layered structure and twelve-ringed pattern on your palm, through long-term coexistence, triggered the spontaneous manifestation of that fundamental state of existence.
It's now sitting at the very bottom of your palm.
It will neither thicken nor thin.
It's simply there, serving as the base for all colors and all temperatures.
Su Fan brought his left hand together and then opened it again.
That layer still exists.
When he placed his hand on the city brick, that presence was not transmitted through the network of laws on the city brick.
It is completely incompatible with the internal structure and laws of the city bricks.
It exists only at the very bottom of his own palm.
The twelve samples in the city bricks were still arranged in temperature arcs, without adding any new layers.
He walked back to the city wall, squatted down by the crenellations, and sat quietly for the entire morning.
That layer of existence had always remained quietly at the very bottom of his palm.
There was no change, no growth, and no decline.
It simply exists.
That evening, Eros walked over from the White Rock Plateau and stood next to Suvan.
He looked down at Su Fan's outstretched palm for a long time, then gently lifted his hand up to face the light of the sunset.
The golden-red hue of the sunset cast a thin layer of warm light on the surface of the seven-layered new color.
All colors and all temperatures continued to shine steadily beneath that layer of light.
That layer, existing at the very bottom of everything, continues to remain quietly.
After looking at Su Fan's hand for a long time, Eros put it back.
It doesn't need a name.
It simply exists.
It is the prerequisite for everything to be stacked in your palm.
All colors and all temperatures must first exist as a foundation before they can be perceived.
After the structure of laws in your palm grows seven overlapping layers and twelve rings of patterns, the underlying foundation of existence will naturally manifest itself.
It is the very reason why everything can exist in the palm of your hand.
Su Fan pulled his left hand back and placed it on his knee.
The evening breeze blew in from the top of the city wall.
He sat by the edge of the battlements, watching the sky slowly darken in the distance.
The new seven-layered color in the palm of my hand shone with a steady, fixed light in the twilight.
The twelve lines on the outer surface of the transparent memory layer continue to glow stably at their respective different temperatures.
That new layer continues to quietly reside at the very bottom of everything.
It has no name.
No name is needed.
He doesn't need to remember it, describe it, or understand it.
All you need to know is that he is quietly supported by the most fundamental existence at the very bottom of all laws, structures, colors, and temperatures.
That layer will always be there; it will never leave.
He sat quietly in the twilight, sensing the enduring stability of that layer of existence.
The world suddenly became extremely peaceful, as if the very foundation of all things had been confirmed to exist.