In the year 109 of the Star Dome Calendar, the shrill, ear-piercing alarms inside the Forgefire Embryo Starship rang out, and the indicators on the neural resonance instrument flickered frantically, as if the alarm itself threatened to tear the hull apart. Chen Feng gripped the core of the bee-pattern star net tightly. His palms were burning hot, and a sharp, needle-like pain pierced his temples, causing him to knit his brows.
Looking out the porthole, he saw the sea of consciousness, formed by symbiotic resonance waves, sinking into a terrifying crisis. The once pale-gold stream of consciousness now looked like a spiderweb torn by a gale, its strands twisting and deforming as they rapidly coalesced into dark-silver "Entropy Annihilation Consciousness Cocoons." These cocoons emitted an eerie luster, greedily devouring the surrounding thought waves; each pulse seemed intent on crushing the collective consciousness of civilization. At the core, the "Primal Consciousness Core," which had once shone with the light of hope, now emitted a dying buzz, like a trapped, struggling bird. The collective consciousness of countless civilizations was being ruthlessly compressed, moving step by step toward a singularity of nothingness, on the verge of vanishing forever.
"Chen Feng! It’s bad—the thought conductivity of the consciousness sea is plummeting; it’s dropped to 0.1%!" Su Yuhan’s voice was urgent and trembling. The monitor in front of her was covered in images of dark-silver cocoon…
Chapter 115