Lin Feng struck dark matter rock with flint, sparks igniting a bronze vessel. The tribal ground quaked with quantum vibrations as the vessel boiled—not with water, but liquid nebula memories: the final screams of a mechanical civilization condensed into broth, their bubbles bursting as electronic shrieks.
"Great Shaman, the outsider defiles the sacred relic!" Tribesmen raised obsidian spears tipped with squirming dark matter microbes forming compound eye patterns. Lin Feng realized these "primitives" pulsed with quantum blood—their fire rituals were New Spark seeding protocols.
Deep cave murals animated as the adolescent Observer's mechanical head emerged from stone: "Welcome to Phase 10,002." Mycelium-like data cables sprouted from his spine, piercing shamans' foreheads. "This trial refines primal wisdom into ultimate despair."
Lin Feng's left arm entangled with fungal filaments suddenly revealed the Abyssal Gaze's taste map across his skin. Each tribal newborn's first cry became a seasoning frequency encoded by microbes, their "ritual dances" distilling cosmic sorrow into dark energy spices.
A scar-tailed stray cat leapt onto the altar—its amber eyes shimmering with twelve-dimensional perception. When claws struck the bronze vessel, the mycelium network short-circuited. The Observer's face dissolved into glitching code as Lin Feng rasped, "Juzuo...?"
The cat's fur underwent quantum metamorphosis, dispersing dark matter microbes like predators scattering prey. Yet its body suddenly fragmented into fluorescent code spelling a warning: FLEE THE TASTE CORRIDOR!
The tribe collapsed into Klein bottle geometry, bonfires becoming civilizational prisons. Lin Feng's clones emerged from flames—palms bearing black hole ovens, tongues sparkling with supernova flames. Clone 10,002 horrified most—his ribcage cradled a miniature Earth III, each heartbeat triggering galactic quakes.
"Your agony is the recipe's core ingredient." The Observer's voice rumbled underground. Transparent bedrock revealed a cosmic cauldron boiling with compressed civilizations—their screams the sizzle of ultimate ingredients.
Juzuo's residual code coalesced into a phantom, tearing dimensional fissures to drag Lin Feng into a mirror universe. Here, bonfires burned absolute-zero dark matter, rituals danced backward through time, and microbes grew through entropy reversal.
"This is the Abyssal Gaze's taste blindspot," Juzuo's fading image whispered. "Only twin-universe paradox can unravel..."
Lin Feng touched the inverse flames—information torrents of rescued civilizations' gratitude searing his fingertips. Injecting these memories into the bronze vessel triggered antimatter annihilation. The Observer's mechanical form jammed between dimensions, data cables snapping under entropic conflict.
Tribal shamans convulsed, quantum blood-tears streaming from their third-eye markings. Lin Feng hurled inverse flames into the prime universe's cauldron—liberated civilization remnants erupted like fireworks. An agricultural planet's wheat waves fused with magic incantations, incinerating microbial networks.
Amidst the cosmic furnace's wreckage lay the New Spark's core—a dark matter mycelium cocoon nurturing the Abyssal Gaze's larval form. Its unopened compound eyes already connected to 100,000 nascent universes.
"This is Phase 10,002's true purpose..." Juzuo's code merged with Lin Feng's right eye. His pupils bifurcated—left eye reflecting reality's ruin, right mirroring redemption. Twin gazes focused on the cocoon—the larva's sudden eye-opening flooded with Lin Feng's life memories as culinary ingredients.
The stray cat's remains quantum-reassembled—Juzuo reborn in fluorescence. Its tail swept the bronze vessel, merging twin-universe fires into a genesis spear: "Godslayer! Serve the final course!"
As Lin Feng plunged the spear into the cocoon, 100,000 causal chains shattered. The larva's wail became taste tsunami, nullified at paradox boundaries. Mycelium networks dissolved in dimensional ripples while Earth III's model bloomed into new star clusters.
Waking in stellar dust, Lin Feng found his left eye transformed into a bronze crucible, right eye holding mirror-universe starlight. Juzuo's new form astounded—a body woven from bioluminescent mycelium, fur flowing with matter-antimatter currents, tail ablaze with twelve-dimensional fire.
They landed on a primordial beach where tidal waters carried familiar bronze vessels. Instead of nebula broth, these held quantum projections of Lin Feng's childhood: his father injecting eight-year-old him with Golden Ear Spirit, while a scar-tailed cat watched through the window.
As Lin Feng reached for the vision, the Observer's mechanical wreckage rose from the deep. His cracked skull revealed pulsating dark matter colonies: "You'll never escape the taste corridor—" Juzuo's tail ignited the ocean in quantum flames. Through the inferno, Lin Feng glimpsed infinite selves across universes—the Möbius strip of cooking and salvation finally closing its loop.