A magical journey of a sharp-tongued woman and a goofy man

The chaotic Klein blue tentacles proliferated wildly in the void, and the golden blood tears flowing from Ye Shuli's mechanical eye suddenly condensed into a twelve-sided crystal.

Ye Shuli watched in horror as Jiang Ye was corrupted by the strange force. Just then, the spatial rift suddenly shifted, and a large amount of energy surged out. Before anyone could react, the crisis was imminent. Three hundred meters away, the tip of the Spirit Realm Prophet's Staff, which had just been reassembled, burst forth with blinding light, and a fierce battle began.

Three hundred meters away, the tip of the Spirit Prophet's Staff, now fully reconstructed, burst forth with blinding light, illuminating the entire distorted space as if it were a nerve network exposed to a CT scan.

"Retreat!" Her sharp shout had barely begun when the binary rainstorm beneath the curse messenger's black robe materialized.

Eighteen shockwaves, each imbued with non-Euclidean geometric spiritual energy, exploded outwards with a deafening roar.

The Möbius shield erected by the spiritual scholar was instantly pierced through three Klein bottle-shaped holes, and a family patriarch in the early stage of the Spirit King realm was thrown a hundred meters away on the spot, his protective aura leaving a comet-like Fourier trail in the air.

Ye Shuli pressed the mechanical eye into her heart with her backhand, and the scarlet recursive curse on her retina suddenly reversed into a golden ratio spiral.

"Three o'clock position, Kan position, Dui Palace!" She bit her tongue and spat out a mist of blood, her essence blood outlining a four-dimensional hypercube defense array in the void—this was a topological model she had researched in modern times.

"That was a cool move, boss!" Jiang Ye, whose spiritual energy should have collapsed, suddenly sprang to his feet, the stardust in his sleeves swirling in an eerie arc with his exaggerated moonwalk.

The young man tap-danced in the binary rainstorm, each step precisely landing on a node of the Fourier wave, causing the curse messenger's locking algorithm to deviate by seven phases.

The guardian's maniacal laughter abruptly ceased.

The mechanical eye suddenly sounded a sharp alarm—those Klein blue tentacles were devouring the light particles at the tip of the Prophet's Staff!

"Repair progress reversed by 17.3%," Ye Shuli wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and her quantum entanglement telepathy instantly covered the entire area. "Listen to my command: Xuan Tian Sect Leader, maintain the Hilbert spatial anchor point; Qing Luan Clan Chief, use the fractal secret technique to sever the tentacle nutrient chain!" Azure flames ignited at her fingertips, drawing a topological structure based on the Riemann Hypothesis in the void. "Jiang Ye, buy me eight and a third seconds!"

The young man, who was performing a robotic dance, suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing the Turing machine pattern flashing on his chest.

"Alright!" He pulled out a bronze compass and slapped it on his forehead, and suddenly his whole body split into twelve holographic projections.

Each illusion was singing a distorted version of "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style" in a different dialect, causing the crystalline halo of the curse messenger to flash like random characters.

The spiritual scholar seized the opportunity to throw out an icosahedral barrier, and Ye Shuli took the opportunity to guide the light particles from the tip of the prophet's staff into the mechanical eye.

The crimson curse that was rapidly refreshing on my retina suddenly stopped—those golden ratio spirals were reversing the curse's origin along the surface of the Klein bottle!

"I see." Her pupils contracted sharply as she recalled the superstring theory she had verified in the laboratory before her transmigration.

The mechanical eye suddenly detached from the body and floated in mid-air, while golden blood tears transformed into a ten-dimensional hypercube that enveloped the entire battlefield.

"Everyone switch to the Möbius cycle spiritual energy circuit!" Ye Shuli's sharp shout echoed through the dimensional rift. "The tentacles of the spatial rifts are projections of the hypercube into the three-dimensional world. Use fractal algorithms to sever them—"

Before he could finish speaking, a sect leader at the peak of the Spirit King realm suddenly screamed in agony.

His natal magic weapon was assimilated by the tentacles into a Klein blue crystal, which he then used to stab the nearest Azure Phoenix clan leader.

Ye Shuli's heart trembled violently as her mechanical eye caught a strange smiling face reflected in the tip of the prophet's staff—it was clearly her own face!

"Leader, watch out behind you!" Jiang Ye's illusion suddenly materialized and pounced on him.

The youth withstood the attacks of three crystal prisms on his back, and the spray of blood mist formed a Mandelbrot pattern in mid-air.

Ye Shuli grabbed his belt with her backhand, spun around and kicked him, the Cauchy wave pattern blooming on her toes shattering the attacking tentacles into crystals.

The two were suspended back-to-back in the center of the wildly proliferating Klein Blue vortex, surrounded by the hoarse binary chanting of the guardians of the spatial rift.

Ye Shuli suddenly noticed that golden patterns, which originated from the same source as the Mechanical Eye, appeared on the back of Jiang Ye's neck.

When will you...?

"We should save the surprises for the victory celebration." The young man tilted his head to dodge the incoming crystal spikes, his blood-stained tiger teeth shining brightly in the chaos.

He suddenly placed a cold object into Ye Shuli's palm—it was half a bronze key engraved with the Tower of Hanoi pattern.

Before any further questions could be asked, a sharp shutdown alarm suddenly sounded throughout the entire space.

The prophet's white jade staff shattered into countless Fibonacci fragments, each reflecting a different timeline of Ye Shuli's death.

The cursed messenger's black robe exploded, revealing a metal skeleton covered in Gödel codes.

"Now!" Ye Shuli pressed the bronze key into her heart.

The mechanical eye suddenly unfolded into a Penrose triangle of Klein blue, perfectly resonating with the spatial rift.

Her fingers flew like a quantum computer, fusing modern cryptography with esoteric formations to create a brand-new, dimensional reduction attack model.

Eighteen chains imbued with the spiritual power of the golden ratio pierced into the depths of the crack, and the tip of the prophet's staff, which was being reconstructed, suddenly emitted a mournful cry like that of an infant.

The spiritual scholar seized the opportunity to unleash an icosahedral barrier, and the Azure Phoenix Clan Chief's fractal technique finally severed the last tentacle nutrient chain.

"Repair progress 92%...Warning! Recursive curse backlash detected!" The alarm from the Mechanical Eye and the roar of the Space Rift Guardian rang out simultaneously.

Ye Shuli suddenly staggered and knelt down, the scarlet curse on her retina multiplying at a Fibonacci rate.

In the chaos, a warm palm suddenly pressed against her back.

"Boss, can I borrow a light?" Jiang Ye's smiling voice came through the bloody smell.

The young man's palm lit up with topological patterns of the same origin as the bronze key, forcibly introducing the recursive curse into his body.

Ye Shuli's pupils shrank suddenly. Just as she was about to reprimand him, she saw this bastard make a rock and roll gesture at the curse messenger.

Suddenly, the twelve illusions simultaneously raised their middle fingers and shouted out the forbidden key to unlock the password in twelve languages—the very password she had set for her phone before she traveled through time!

The screams of the guardians of the spatial rift shattered the three-dimensional interlayer.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Shuli poured all her spiritual power into the mechanical eye, and the Penrose triangle of Klein Blue closed with a bang, completely stitching up the last 7% of the crack.

As the golden tears of blood flowed back into her heart, Ye Shuli caught a glimpse of the young man's blood-stained profile.

Jiang Ye was winking at a sect leader at the peak of the Spirit King realm, but his fingertips were secretly gesturing Morse code behind his back—the secret code they had agreed upon when they first met during their transmigration.

Jiang Ye's right shoulder, pierced by three crystal prisms, was still gushing blood, yet he still managed to wink at Ye Shuli.

The young man's bloodstained canine teeth flickered in and out of the Klein blue light, and his left eye was deliberately rolled into a comical cross-eyed shape, which made Ye Shuli choke out a half-laugh.

She tossed the mechanical eye high into the air, a rare touch of warmth creeping into her quantum entanglement-based telepathic communication: "If you keep fooling around, I'll stuff you into a Fourier transform!"

"Boss, you're murdering your own son—" Jiang Ye's banter was interrupted by the Klein bottle tentacles that came flying at him. He slid back seven meters in a moonwalk, and suddenly twelve holographic projections raised their hands at the same time, "Innocent!"

"I'm just helping you calibrate your spiritual energy wavelength!" "The palm of each illusion lit up with topological patterns, precisely refracting the torrent of spiritual energy from the Xuan Tian Sect leader into a Cauchy waveform."

The golden tears of blood in Ye Shuli's eyes suddenly flowed faster.

She saw the Azure Phoenix Clan Chief's nine-fold fractal wings cutting through the void, each feather tip releasing a Cantor shockwave; the icosahedral barrier thrown by the spiritual scholar was resonating with the spatial rift in a Klein bottle; even the clan chief who had been blown away had transformed into a humanoid Mandebog and was now moving across the battlefield.

"Kan position, Dui palace, release topological pressure in three seconds!" Her sharp shout pierced through the binary rainstorm, and the mechanical eye suddenly split into seven Klein blue prisms.

The Xuan Tian Sect leader's white beard danced wildly in the torrent of spiritual energy, his withered hands actually molding the entire Hilbert Space Anchor Point into a Möbius strip: "Little girl, watch closely, this is what a peak Spirit King is like—"

Before the words were even finished, eighteen chains imbued with the spiritual power of the golden ratio had already pierced the black robe of the curse messenger.

The metal skeleton burst forth with the blue flames characteristic of Gödel coding, and the binary rain suddenly condensed into an awkward comma in the air.

The spiritual scholars collectively gasped, and an old man holding the Luoshu compass suddenly cried out in a trembling voice, "It's retreating!"

The source of the curse is collapsing!

"Beautiful!" Jiang Ye's illusion, which was performing a robotic dance, suddenly gave a thumbs up. "I give this teamwork 82 points, and the remaining 18 points will be awarded in the form of 666!" His bloodied fingertips drew fractal curves in the void, and the twelve projections suddenly pulled out suonas at the same time, and the offbeat "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style" instantly switched to "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".

A soft laugh was mixed in with Ye Shuli's quantum telepathic communication.

She saw the cursed messenger's metal skeleton undergoing non-Euclidean geometric deformation, the ribs engraved with Gödel codes disintegrating at a speed resembling the Fibonacci sequence.

The barrier cast by the psychic scholar was suddenly coated with a Klein blue glow, and the entire battlefield began to resonate with a space-shaking resonance.

"Repair progress 98%!" The mechanical eye suddenly emitted a blinding light, and the bronze key on Ye Shuli's chest and the golden pattern on the back of Jiang Ye's neck became quantum entangled.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard like playing a superstring, and the crimson recursive curse on her retina had been suppressed to the Planck scale. "The last three sets of parameters, Chief Qingluan is preparing to sever them—"

Cheers suddenly erupted across the battlefield.

A female cultivator at the early stage of the Spirit King realm was so excited that she crushed her natal jade pendant, and the goatees of the spiritual power scholars all stood up like fractal trees in their ecstasy.

Even the ever-cold-faced guardian of the spatial rift couldn't help but chant three short, cheerful melodies in binary.

Jiang Ye's true form suddenly appeared beside Ye Shuli.

The young man's blood-stained fingertips gently brushed past her ear, tucking a strand of hair dyed Klein blue behind her ear: "Boss, I want to eat ten baskets of crab roe at the celebration banquet..." His playful tone suddenly changed, and the singularity that suddenly lit up deep in the spatial rift was reflected in his pupils.

Ye Shuli's mechanical eye issued an unprecedentedly sharp alarm.

The Penrose triangle, which should have been closed, suddenly unfolded into a bizarre Klein blue topological structure, and the severed tentacle remnants were undergoing Mandelbrot-style aggregation and proliferation.

She suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye by the back of his collar and retreated three hundred meters, her quantum telepathic voice tearing through the void: "Everyone scatter!"

Too late.

The unknown power surging from the depths of the spatial rift was like a dimensional reduction attack.

The Azure Phoenix Clan Chief's fractal wings turned into Cantor dust the moment they came into contact with the ghostly light, and the Xuan Tian Sect Master's Möbius strip was forcibly unfolded into a Klein bottle.

The most terrifying thing was the torrent of spiritual energy that was rebounded—Ye Shuli saw with her own eyes that the golden ratio chain she had released was now rolling back with a non-Euclidean geometric curse!

"This is impossible..." The icosahedral barrier in the spiritual scholar's hand shattered with a bang, and each of the flying chips reflected the horrified faces of the crowd.

Jiang Ye's twelve illusions simultaneously reached out to grab his main body, but the moment they touched the ghostly light, they turned into static fractal patterns.

Ye Shuli frantically activated the Mechanical Eye, and the scarlet recursive curse on her retina suddenly broke through the Planck scale barrier.

She saw the metal mask of the Rift Guardian melting, revealing a strange smile beneath it that mirrored the reflection of the Prophet's Staff—it was indeed her own face, but with chilling Klein blue patterns.

"Be careful, leader!" Jiang Ye's blood-stained hand suddenly pressed against the bronze key on her chest.

The young man bit his tongue with his tiger teeth, and the spray of blood mist drew the topological structure of the Tower of Hanoi in the void. "The world is about to change..." His murmur was mixed with the roar of the collapsing space, and the last illusion raised the middle finger at the rebounding torrent of spiritual power.

The moment the unknown force engulfed the entire battlefield, Ye Shuli's mechanical eye finally revealed the terrifying truth—those Klein blue tentacles were not enemies at all, but...