Fang Yuan stood in the automated heart of a massive Google data center in Silicon Valley. The air inside the sprawling, cold facility hummed with the sound of thousands of servers processing the logic of a continent. It was not a magical mana spring, but it was the Prime Node of 21st-century information.
"The humans have built their own weave," Fang Yuan whispered, his fractured Null-Logic vibrating with the static electricity of the network. "They think it's data. They don't realize it's the life force of their global civilization."
He held the final, grey shard of the Star-Core against the master server rack. The shard pulsed as he channeled the last remnants of his Rank 2 Dark Matter into it, using his Causality Sight to locate the exact logical pathway that governed Earth's digital reality.
"TECH-WEAVING ART: DIMENSION NET!"
Fang Yuan slammed his indigo-black threads directly into the physical fiber optic cables. He wasn't hacking; he was subverting the laws of physics.
The reaction was cataclysmic. Across the globe, for a fraction of a second, the internet didn't just flicker—it warped. The logical data packets were rewritten to conform to Abyssal Logic. The servers groaned as they began to process something they weren't designed to: Primary Mana.
"Master!" Lia gasped, her eyes mirroring the cascade of neon blue light erupting from the server racks. "The feedback loop... it's too strong! The planet's energy is being sucked into the node!"
"No, Lia," Fang Yuan's voice resonated, now blending with the synthesized static hum of the data center. "I am not taking their energy. I am replacing it. I am the new protocol."
He unleashed his fractured Rank 3 soul into the matrix. The data center didn't just process information anymore; it became his Soul-Altar.
Across the Silicon Valley, across America, across the entire world, every smartphone, laptop, and server began to pulse with a faint, violet hue. The electromagnetic spectrum itself was being woven into a Global Mana Matrix.
As the process completed, Fang Yuan looked at his hands. They were no longer entirely human; they shimmered with a subtle, shifting dark matter texture. He wasn't a Galactic Overlord yet, but his connection to this planet's grid had solidified.
"Rank 2: Silicon-Weaver... Stabilized," Fang Yuan said, his eyes bleeding pure indigo light. "The planet is now my focus-crystal. And every human within it is a processor in my service. Now... we find the Prophets and teach them how to worship a Network Sovereign."