The moment he saw it, the Old Welder’s frozen consciousness was as if cast into a grinding mill formed by hundreds of millions of scalding hot blades! Tearing! Incinerating!
It was an eyeball... so unimaginably huge? Or rather... some ultimate creation resembling a biological visual organ?!
Its "pupil" was not circular, but countless layers of endlessly rotating, nested, mutually devouring yet reconstructing cold silver annular rasters, every single layer calibrated with a despair-inducing precision! Countless cold logic symbols and incomprehensible fragments of geometric theorems flowed at high speed and annihilated among the annular rasters like a stellar storm! It was as though a cosmic-level logical computing core were endlessly verifying the ultimate formula of destruction!
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