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

Before the thirteen-dimensional string vibration pattern on the dome of the negotiation arena had dissipated, seventy-two transmission talismans tore through the void and arrived.

Ye Shuli's fingertips swept across the suspended quantum sand table, and the talismans written in ancient seal script with the words "Blood Sacrifice Fusion Faction" suddenly decomposed into Cantor dust in the spiritual vision, revealing the countdown of the annihilation law hidden within.

"Meet me at the intersection of the virtual timelines in three months." Jiang Ye crushed the last transmission talisman, his amber pupils gleaming with the cold light of fractal geometry.

The scattered fragments of talisman paper suddenly reformed into an inverted pyramid shape, projecting thirty-six coordinate points into the shared spiritual vision of the two.

Just as the spirit world representatives who supported the fusion were about to lash out, Ye Shuli suddenly slapped the Star Sand monitoring model onto the core of the contract.

The Boltzmann brainwaves generated by quantum entanglement instantly enveloped the entire area, and the representatives of those forces who were originally wavering suddenly saw the projection of the Alliance's kill order appear on their natal magical artifacts.

"Please look, everyone. This is the annihilation program they set up three months in advance." Ye Shuli pointed her finger at a Klein bottle monitor in the void, and the three-dimensional projection immediately unfolded into a hypercube structure.

The images of those die-hard leaders who claim to be making a comeback are being secretly discussed in the eleventh dimension, a holographic record of them dividing up resources among their respective factions.

Jiang Ye suddenly tugged at Ye Shuli's wide sleeve and shook it: "Wife, they even secretly recorded thirty-six versions of the Nine Revolutions Rejuvenation Pill formula that you improved last month." In the quantum sand table that rose from the young man's palm, a split-screen scene appeared showing a peak Spirit King expert deciphering the pill formula in a virtual timeline.

Immediately, the sound of shattering magical artifacts echoed throughout the scene.

Ye Shuli lowered her eyes to hide the smile in them, letting Jiang Ye play with the fragments of the Chaos Bell hanging from her hair.

When the seventh representative of the spirit world crushed the alliance token, seventy-two bolts of blood-red lightning suddenly descended from the dome—a causal killing array set up in advance by the diehards.

"Watch out!" Jiang Ye suddenly grabbed Ye Shuli's waist and leaped into the air. Stardust bursting from the young man's sleeves wove a Klein bottle-shaped protective shield around the two of them.

The lightning bolts that should have shattered the primordial spirit suddenly took a detour in the thirteen-dimensional space, and blasted towards the imaginary space where the diehards were hiding through the quantum channel that Jiang Ye had laid in advance.

Amidst the Cantor dust from the explosion, Ye Shuli used the turning motion to bring her lips close to Jiang Ye's ear: "Southwest Kun position, the vibration frequency of the seven strings." The fragments of the Chaos Bell in her hair responded with a ringing sound, and in a dimension unseen by everyone, a fractal spirit pattern that was reorganizing suddenly twisted into a Möbius strip.

Jiang Ye's tiger teeth flashed with a cunning light, and he suddenly shouted into the void: "So the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion sold the 'Ancient Scroll of the Great Void' to the Netherworld Sea a long time ago!" A memory crystal appeared in the boy's hand at some point, and in the holographic image it projected, two stubborn leaders were exchanging Klein bottles engraved with their respective emblems.

The scene immediately erupted in chaos.

The spirit world representatives who supported the fusion suddenly discovered that the spiritual bonds between the alliance members who were clamoring for a blood sacrifice of the fusion faction were collapsing at a fractal geometric speed.

Ye Shuli activated the core of the contract at the right time, synchronizing the evidence of betrayal collected by the Star Sand Monitor to everyone's natal magic weapon.

"Impossible!" A peak Spirit King expert suddenly sprang to his feet, but before the Annihilation Law in his palm could take shape, it was trapped by the Klein Bottle thrown by Jiang Ye.

The boy, his fingertips entwined with quantum communication threads, grinned, revealing two prominent canine teeth: "Senior's void communication is quite unique. Encrypting with Cantor dust is indeed clever—unfortunately, it's been met with my wife's improved Boltzmann brain decoder."

Ye Shuli suddenly slammed the fragment of the Chaos Bell onto the negotiating table, and the fractal ripples from the bell's sound instantly swept across the entire room.

Those die-hard spies suddenly clutched their chests and knelt down, the Klein bottle imprints that appeared in their minds dissipating at a speed of surreal equations.

“Three hours later, the virtual timeline will pass through the oscillation node of the seventh string.” Ye Shuli traced a Klein ring on the quantum sand table with her fingertip, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Jiang Ye playing with the intercepted fragments of the Annihilation Law. “Please complete the superdimensional binding of your natal magic weapon and contract core before midnight.”

As the last representative completed the spiritual power certification, Jiang Ye suddenly tugged at Ye Shuli's sleeve and shook it: "Wife, the fragments of spiritual patterns they dropped when they escaped... seem to be able to piece together a star map of some ancient secret realm." In the star sand in the young man's palm, countless scattered Cantor dust particles were reorganizing along the virtual timeline into the outline of a fractal mountain range.

Ye Shuli stared at the thirty-six coordinates that suddenly lit up on the quantum sand table, and heard Jiang Ye's secret message transmitted through quantum telepathy: "At the third quarter of midnight, the resonance frequency of the seventh string of the Klein bottle will expose them..." Before the words were finished, seventy-two golden chains suddenly descended from the dome—that was the judgment of the Heavenly Dao on those who broke the oath.

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Jiang Ye suddenly pushed Ye Shuli toward the core of the contract: "Wife, catch this!" The Klein bottle that the young man threw out contained thirteen trembling annihilation laws, while he himself opened his arms to face the chains of judgment.

The moment Ye Shuli caught the container, her mind suddenly received a quantum communication that Jiang Ye had set up in advance—the trajectory of those chains contained the final key piece of the counter-espionage plan.

Just as the golden chain was about to pierce Jiang Ye's heart, Ye Shuli's fingertips suddenly unleashed superdimensional spiritual power.

The Klein bottle projection erupting from the core of the contract folded the entire negotiation arena into a Möbius strip, and the chains of judgment suddenly turned in the eleventh dimension, precisely piercing the imaginary space where the diehards were hiding.

In the quantum afterglow of the explosion, Jiang Ye winked at Ye Shuli, and the stardust swirling around the boy's fingertips was recombining along a certain fractal equation.

Just as Ye Shuli was about to speak, she suddenly sensed a familiar fluctuation coming from her spiritual platform—it was a secret message spelled out by Jiang Ye using Cantor dust, each point of light telling of an unfinished scheme.

Before the afterglow of quantum mechanics had faded, the stardust at Jiang Ye's fingertips had already woven into a string-like net.

The boy lightly touched the void with his toes, and thirteen fractal barriers bloomed one after another at the edge of the negotiation field. The fleeing spirit pattern fragments suddenly condensed into a Klein ring in mid-air.

"Kan position, seven strings; Zhen position, three; Li position, five." As Ye Shuli's wide sleeves fluttered, the hypercube projection erupting from the core of the contract cleaved the entire space into a Möbius strip.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jiang Ye biting the quantum communication thread with his fangs. The fractal equations dancing in the boy's amber pupils were the final chapter of the counter-espionage plan she had deduced three days ago.

Two golden chains suddenly pierced through the dimensional barrier.

Jiang Ye leaned back to dodge the causal killing intent that grazed his Adam's apple, but the Klein bottle in his hand precisely caught the fragment of the Chaos Bell that had fallen from Ye Shuli's hair.

In the instant their clothes intertwined, Boltzmann brainwaves woven from stardust swept across the entire area, exposing the annihilation program secretly activated by the diehards to the seventy-two quantum prisms.

"The void coordinates of the Xuantian Palace are indeed hidden in the dust of Cantor." Ye Shuli pointed her fingertip at the star map floating in Jiang Ye's palm, and the fractal mountain range suddenly twisted into the topological structure of a Klein bottle.

Before she could finish speaking, a spiritual explosion suddenly erupted from the southwest Kun position—the natal magic weapons of two peak Spirit King experts collided in quantum entanglement, and the resulting superstring shockwave knocked the three neutral representatives to the ground.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Jiang Ye stuffed the memory crystal into Ye Shuli's palm. The young man's warm breath brushed against her ear: "Wife, look quickly, the spiritual energy bond of that elder in the Nether Sea is fractally disintegrating." The star sand monitor hidden in his sleeve was projecting the betrayal transactions in the thirty-six imaginary spaces into a holographic image of the Klein ring.

Ye Shuli's lips curled into a cold smile, and the fragments of the Chaos Bell suddenly resonated with seven strings.

The stubborn leaders who were engaged in a chaotic battle suddenly froze. The contractual imprints that appeared in their minds were reorganizing at a speed of surreal equations—clearly a map dividing their respective spheres of influence.

"Your spoils-sharing agreement is even more sophisticated than the annihilation procedure," Jiang Ye said with a smile, tossing over seventy-two memory crystals. The quantum communication threads wrapped around the boy's fingertips suddenly taut. "Do you need me to help you recall who modified the blood sacrifice list at the node of the seventh string of the virtual timeline three days ago?"

Blood-red rain suddenly poured down from the dome of the negotiation arena.

With a light wave of her wide sleeves, Ye Shuli's protective shield, woven from stardust and sand, enveloped all the representatives of the Fusion faction.

The raindrops turned into Cantor dust the moment they hit the ground, revealing the mind-piercing curses that the diehards had inscribed on the quantum sand table beforehand—those incantations were now eroding the caster along the spiritual energy bond.

"Southwest!" Jiang Ye suddenly grabbed Ye Shuli's waist and teleported thirty feet away.

The fractal barrier that erupted from the boy's palm collided with the two annihilating lightning bolts, and the horrified face of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion elder appeared in the exploding quantum sparks—the fragment of the "Ancient Scroll of the Great Void" that he held tightly in his hand was burning with the Netherworld Fire unique to the Netherworld Sea.

Ye Shuli lightly touched the core of the contract with her fingertip, and the hypercube monitoring model suddenly unfolded into a Klein bottle structure.

The images of those die-hards attacking each other are staging a holographic drama of dividing up resources among their comrades in the eleventh dimension.

The seven representatives of the spirit world crushed the alliance token on the spot, and the powerful torrent of spiritual energy scattered the twelve blood-red runes into Cantor dust.

“There are still twenty-eight constellation locks left.” Jiang Ye licked his tiger teeth, and the star sand that sprang from the young man’s sleeve suddenly condensed into a Möbius strip. “Wife, the spirit pattern fragments they dropped when they escaped can be pieced together to make something good.” On the quantum sand table, the disintegrating fractal mountains were reorganizing along the virtual time axis, gradually revealing the topological structure of the ancient Immortal Slaughtering Formation.

Ye Shuli suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye's wrist, and the two of them completed seventy-two cycles of spiritual energy resonance within the Klein bottle.

The fragments of the Chaos Bell responded and turned the causal killing array secretly set up by the diehards into a superstring resonance field.

The peak Spirit King experts who were tearing each other apart suddenly froze, and quantum imprints of each other's faction emblems appeared on their natal magic weapons.

"Impossible!" The moment Elder Youminghai crushed the communication jade slip, the stardust that shot out from Jiang Ye's sleeve had already transformed into a Klein bottle to trap the exploding spiritual power.

The boy smiled, his eyes crinkling, and shook the memory crystal: "Do you need me to play back the activation record of the thirty-six hidden agents that the seniors planted among themselves?"

The quantum sand table suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.

Ye Shuli pulled Jiang Ye back half a step. The hypercube projection was broadcasting in real time the chaos at the stubborn faction's hideout—the seven leaders were fighting fiercely for the fragments of the "Tai Xu Ancient Scroll," and the fractal barrier was collapsing into Cantor dust amidst the annihilation lightning.

"It's time to close the net." Ye Shuli pointed her fingertip at the core of the contract, and seventy-two golden chains suddenly pierced through dimensions.

Jiang Ye tacitly threw out the intercepted spirit pattern fragments. The moment the blood-red runes in the boy's palm lit up, the chains suddenly turned at the virtual timeline, binding the stubborn faction that was fighting amongst themselves into a quantum cocoon.

As the seventh peak Spirit King was dragged into the vortex of judgment by the Heavenly Dao Chains, Jiang Ye suddenly rested his chin on Ye Shuli's shoulder: "Wife, the memory crystals they dropped when they escaped... seem to have the spiritual energy fluctuations of an elder from the Fusion Faction." Encrypted messages of a deal between a supporter and a die-hard were flowing within the quantum transmission threads wrapped around the young man's fingertips.

Ye Shuli lowered her eyes to hide the cold light in them, and the fragments of the Chaos Bell suddenly vibrated, producing fractal ripples.

The fusion faction representatives who were cheering suddenly fell silent—the Klein bottle mark that appeared on their natal artifacts was flashing a dangerous annihilation red light.

"It's almost midnight." Jiang Ye smiled, cracking the palm lines, a sly glint in his eyes as he clenched his teeth. "It's time to let those rats lurking in the shadows hear just how frantic their heartbeats are in the quantum channel."