Information jump channels had never been comfortable journeys, especially when one was hastily and violently constructed under desperate circumstances.
Ming Xin rushed into the unstable dark gold rift, as if plunging headfirst into a meat grinder where laws and information boiled together.
There was no smooth glide, only savage tearing and jolting. Twisted data streams lashed and sliced at his energy-form body and consciousness projection like thorned brambles;
Chaotic spatial cracks flashed with ominous black light. One misstep could drag him into unknown dimensional fragments;
Even more terrifying was the overloaded groaning of the channel's structure itself, as though it could collapse at any moment and cast him into a pure torrent of chaotic information, leaving him utterly lost and disintegrated.
Excruciating pain! Not merely the sensation of his body being torn apart, but also the dizziness and stabbing agony of his soul being scoured by chaotic information.
Had he not just advanced into the realm of a Dominator, with an exceptionally resilient soul and law network, and fused with the powerful information resistance and comprehension brought by "Spark,"
He would likely have been torn to pieces the instant he entered the channel.
He gritted his teeth and drove his Dominator power to its limit, forming a dense dark gold shield over his body that flowed with the concepts of "Order" and "Stability."
At the same time, he locked his will onto the vague "target coordinates" at the other end of the channel like the sturdiest anchor.
These were the space-time information characteristics of a relatively stable region on the outskirts of the Forgotten Corridor, forcibly parsed from the pale-blue crystal Star Chart.
Charge! He could only charge forward without regard for anything else!
There was no concept of distance within the channel, only the attenuation of intensity and