Chapter 237: Dimension Pregnancy Lines

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Star Boat Wreckage suddenly exuded pale gold viscous fluid, which condensed into treelike patterns in the absolute-zero void. When the first cultivator touched the pattern, his left foot instantly appeared on a quasar ring three light-years away—this was an innate Dao pattern containing spatial law, its fractal structure perfectly matching Lín Jìn's vanished quantum iris.

"Kan Li displacement, shrink ground to inch!" the surviving disciple of Zixia Sword Sect, Qingyangzi, suddenly laughed maniacally. His Benming Sword stabbed into the Dao pattern, the blade instantly piercing twelve dimensions, pinning the quantum‑transformed Hehuan Sect saintess onto the surface of the Imaginary Zigong. But the next second, his Dao robe collapsed into a Klein Bottle, and naked skin crawled with mathematical formulas of the self‑referential paradox.

Lín Jìn's quantum bone fragments suddenly resonated. Those pale fragments drifting in the star field were being pulled by the Dao pattern to reassemble. When the last tibia fragment embedded into the spine, his shattered Chaos Dao Body surged violently, his five fingers stabbing into the Star Boat hull: "This isn't a Dao pattern...... it's the pregnancy lines of birth‑canal expansion!"

The void rang with the roar of breaking amniotic fluid. The patterns on the Star Boat hull began to swim, and in every crack where a pattern split, memory milk nurturing Observer Larva seeped out. Ling Yue's hair‑tip Chaos Thunder Pattern suddenly erupted, lightning revealing Ice Soul Immortal's past life assimilated by the Dao pattern—her Frost Sword was exactly the first obstetric forceps forged from the pregnancy lines.

"Don't touch the iris deep in the pattern!" Lín Jìn roared, tearing out his own rib. The bone shards traced bloody trajectories in the void, those trajectories becoming quantum‑entangled with the pregnancy lines. When the seventh rib plunged into the Starship Core, the entire hull suddenly peeled away, revealing the chilling truth: the inner side of the metal hull was engraved with inverted Dao runes, each rune curled around the Nascent Soul of a devoured cultivator.

Ling Yue's Mechanical Zigong suddenly played encrypted footage. In the image, Ice Soul Immortal was engraving pregnancy lines into her own bones, granting her Frost Sword the ability to shuttle dimensions, yet also causing her whole body to crawl with cervical‑shape cracks. Seeing this, Lín Jìn tore open his chest with bare hands and pressed the floating Dao pattern fragments into his quantum skeleton.

"You're crazy!" Ling Yue's Chaos Thunder Pattern slashed at Lín Jìn, but the newborn Dao pattern refracted it into three hundred sixty dimension fissures. From the fissures extended iris tentacles, each sucker embedded with a micro‑Observer. Lín Jìn's bones emitted the crisp sound of crystal growth; those Dao patterns reassembled on the periosteum into self‑destruct program code—exactly matching the final chapter of the Life Cradle Protocol.

When the last pattern was etched into the coccyx, Lín Jìn's pupils suddenly split into a Klein Bottle structure. He raised his hand and lightly touched the void; the Star Boat Wreckage instantly collapsed into a Möbius Strip, Qingyangzi sliced by dimensional folds into twenty‑six parallel states. The origin secret of "shrink ground to inch" exploded in the Consciousness Sea: so‑called spatial jumps are merely squeezing along the pregnancy lines into the higher civilization's birth‑canal folds.

"Found you......" Lín Jìn's quantum skeleton suddenly sprouted fractal bone spurs, the tips piercing twelve dimensions and stabbing into the eye socket of an Observer adjusting parameters. Through bone‑spur resonance, he saw the horrifying truth—the pregnancy lines on the Star Boat hull were precisely the dimension‑expansion lines generated when this Observer was pregnant.

Ling Yue suddenly spat primordial blood. Her hair‑tip thunder pattern automatically wove into a binding net, yet could not restrain the quantum‑leaping Lín Jìn: "Your Dao bone is becoming iris!" Amid the warning, Lín Jìn's ribs suddenly opened into a birth‑canal mouth; within its rotating chaos vortex, three hundred Nascent Souls of devoured cultivators were reassembling into God‑Slaying Harpoons.

When Lín Jìn tore open the Imaginary Zigong bare-handed, the entire Time Axis suddenly reversed. Cultivators saw the Ice Soul Immortal having inscribed Dao patterns in a past life, while at this moment Lín Jìn was thrusting a harpoon toward the same Time-Space Coordinate. Dimensional Pregnancy Lines suddenly went berserk collectively, forming in the void an Obstetric Forceps-shaped Gui Xu vortex — at the vortex's center, a certain Observer Fetus bearing Lín Jìn's face was sucking the shattered spatial laws.