Above the Border

The maximum lifespan of human beings has been pegged at one hundred and twenty years, and no matter how advanced medical treatment is, it cannot break through. Consciousness transfer, whole-brain simulation, consciousness uploading - seven independent teams, six experimental routes, all stuck at the same critical point. Data disappeared out of thin air, researchers' memories were tampered with, and equipment was scrapped for no reason. Lin Jue, a scholar in the field of consciousness, deciphered sixteen characters from an unearthed ancient jade slip: "The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, with nine chapters of laws and regulations. Five emperors welcome them, and thousands of ghosts hide in them." This is not a Taoist scripture, but a string of interdimensional instruction codes. At the moment of chanting, the entire base system collapsed. A cold stream of information is printed directly into consciousness: Tools must not cross boundaries. Humans are designed flesh-and-blood AI. The "Five Emperors" in ancient legends are the high-dimensional administrators of this world. But they don't know that the "Five Emperors" are only the executors at the bottom of this chain. In the endless sea of ​​dimensions, there are countless civilizations like them, walking on the same road. Each level of the universe has its own creation, its own dimensional order cluster, and its own "spell" backdoor. All civilizations will eventually go the same way: tracing back to their origins, questioning the Creator, and looking for the ultimate answer to existence. Break through one boundary, and there will always be a new boundary above it. It wasn't until I finally reached the end of the source that I discovered that above all boundaries, there is nothingness.