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

The twelve-fold spiritual energy vortex collapsed into a singularity at the top of the NASA monument, and three gears on Ye Shuli's wrist suddenly exploded.

The Azure Phoenix Carriage of the Spirit Realm delegation was overturned to the ground. The Peacock King, a late-stage Spirit King, pressed down on his cracked crown and roared, "Is this what you call controllable fusion?"

"Don't try to understand string theory with your medieval brain capacity." Ye Shuli flicked out carbon nanotubes hidden in her sleeve, which wrapped around the falling fragments of the Chaos Bell.

The Klein bottle pattern appearing on the back of her neck was channeling the overflowing spiritual energy into the non-Euclidean space, but the Dyson sphere energy beam surging between the inscriptions had already penetrated the thirty-three layers of barriers.

Jiang Ye suddenly whistled.

The boy's blood-stained wolf tail braid billowed in an exaggerated arc in the quantum storm as he glided to Ye Shuli's side, stepping to the rhythm of "The Blue Danube."

Just as the High Priest of the Spirit Realm was about to strike the out-of-control turbulent spiritual energy, this guy who always liked to play pranks at the critical moment of life and death actually grabbed Ye Shuli's waist and did a waltz.

"You motherfucker—" Ye Shuli's curse was interrupted by the popping candy that Jiang Ye stuffed into his mouth. The carbonate crystals burst out with a spectrum like a supernova explosion under the influence of spiritual pressure.

The seven peak Spirit King experts froze in mid-air as they simultaneously formed hand seals.

In the originally tense meeting room, two figures were dancing the tango along the Penrose paving method.

Jiang Ye's robe, embroidered with chaotic cloud patterns, swept across the twelve-dimensional coordinate axis, each step precisely landing on the trough of the spiritual energy tide.

“Quantum fluctuations need an emotional anchor.” He chuckled softly in Ye Shuli’s ear, his wolfhound-like fangs brushing against her earlobe. “Darling, do you remember the first chapter of general relativity—”

"Shut up!" Ye Shuli's high heels lit up with fractal geometric patterns, and she used the momentum from kicking Jiang Ye away to leap towards the core of the monument.

The laboratory key that fell from her neck suddenly resonated with interstellar coordinates, and the holographic projection of a 20th-century spacecraft began to reverse-analyze the energy field of the Dyson sphere.

The phantom of the guardian of the spirit realm's nexus twisted into a Möbius strip among the inscriptions: "How dare you, a mere ant..."

"Shut up, you old fogey!" Jiang Ye unleashed a topological diagram drawn with his life essence, and a crimson barrier unfolded along the curved surface of the Klein bottle. "Do you know what Maxwell's demon is? My wife is going to demonstrate information entropy reversal to you now!"

Ye Shuli's pupils have completely transformed into the Schrödinger equation shape.

She tore open the carbon fiber talismans embedded in her skirt and used aerospace alloy to imprint the Bose-Einstein condensate equation in the void.

As the thirteenth spiritual singularity began to devour the curvature of space, she suddenly inserted the key into the projection of a Voyager probe.

"What are you all standing there for?" she shouted sharply, snapping the stunned representatives out of their daze. "Spirit Kings and above, hold down the fermion orbits! Refiners, use nanomaterials to build the Dirac Sea passage—Jiang Ye! It's time to put your Chaos Bell fragment to good use!"

The boy playfully tossed the rusty ancient bell, and suddenly countless wormhole coordinates lit up on the bell's inner wall.

Ye Shuli grabbed the whisk of the Spiritual Power Balance Master and, with the blood still wet on Jiang Ye's lips, wrote the superfluid equation on the clock face.

When the first artificial gravitational wave penetrated the spiritual barrier, the out-of-control Dyson sphere energy began to spontaneously fold along the Penrose diagram.

"Impossible..." The Nexus Guardian's voice was punctuated by erratic data flow. "How did you manage to control the vacuum phase transition...?"

"Because you will never understand what the spark of civilization is." Ye Shuli wove the afterimages of 20th-century spacecraft into a quantum computer array, and the key projected a magnificent Fourier transform spectrum between the inscriptions.

She directed the spirit world delegation to move faster and faster, and the fusion of modern aerospace engineering and cultivation formations gradually formed a stable energy flow.

Jiang Ye suddenly wrapped his arms around her hands as she operated the virtual screen from behind, the boy's warm breath brushing against the Klein bottle pattern on the back of her neck: "Want to try giving the spirit field a massage using the Casimir effect?" (To be continued)

The instant Jiang Ye's knuckles brushed against Ye Shuli's hand, the twelve-dimensional coordinate axis suddenly emitted a Klein blue fluorescence.

The wreckage of the quantum chain monitor floated between their overlapping palm lines, and the corroded gears began to rotate in reverse.

"Still thinking about taking advantage at a time like this?" Ye Shuli pressed the tip of her aerospace alloy pen against Jiang Ye's Adam's apple, her eyes flashing with a crimson hue that even a supernova explosion couldn't illuminate.

The boy's Adam's apple bobbed under her pen, and the end of his wolf-tail braid hooked onto the buttons of her cheongsam: "Darling, your heartbeat is three hertz faster than the resonant cavity of a string theory."

The chief weapon refiner of the spirit realm delegation suddenly unleashed his natal fire: "Can't you wait a bit before you start flirting...?"

"Shut up!" the two shouted in unison.

Ye Shuli flung out carbon nanotubes to entangle the natal magic weapons of the seven Spirit Kings, while Jiang Ye flicked a fragment of the Chaos Bell from his fingertip, drawing a Mandelbrot fractal in the air.

As the thirteenth spiritual singularity began to devour the crown of the Peacock King, the two crashed back-to-back into the collapsing quantum foam.

"Spirit King level, heed my command!" Ye Shuli's laboratory key projected a Feynman diagram in the void. "Stand according to the Yang-Mills field distribution, and use nanomaterials to build the Dirac Sea anchor points!" Before she finished speaking, Jiang Ye had already slid behind the Spiritual Power Balance Master on the curved surface of the Klein bottle. The boy's blood-stained fingertips touched the end of the other's whisk: "Old stubborn man, do you know what quantum tunneling effect is?"

The spiritual energy storm condensed into the shape of an ouroboros in the center of the conference hall.

Ye Shuli tore open the hem of her cheongsam, revealing a leg ring inlaid with carbon fiber talismans.

As she weaves the afterimages of 20th-century spacecraft into a quantum computer array, Jiang Ye suddenly smears his life essence onto the Maxwell's Demon tattoo on her ankle.

"You!" Ye Shuli's angry rebuke was silenced by the boy's mouth.

Jiang Ye pressed the tip of his tongue, which was curled with popping candy, against her earlobe: "Darling, there is a 0.7-second delay in your boson distribution."

The natal magical artifacts of the seven peak Spirit Kings simultaneously emitted mournful cries.

Ye Shuli grabbed the whisk of the Spiritual Power Balance Master and, with the blood from Jiang Ye's mouth on it, wrote the superfluid equation in the void.

When the artificial gravitational wave penetrated the spiritual barrier, the out-of-control Dyson sphere energy began to spontaneously fold along the Penrose diagram.

"Now!" Ye Shuli inserted the key into the holographic projection of the Voyager probe.

The bronze bell on Jiang Ye's wolf tail braid suddenly transformed into countless wormhole coordinates, and the rusty fragments of the Chaos Bell reassembled into a Klein bottle structure in the quantum storm.

The spirit world delegation's blue phoenix carriage crashed to the ground.

The Peacock King, in the later stages of the Ling King era, suddenly discovered that the cracked crown of his was showing patterns resembling the thrusters of 20th-century spacecraft.

When the Dirac Sea passage constructed under Ye Shuli's command was fully opened, the originally rampant spiritual energy tide began to flow back into the non-Euclidean space.

“Impossible…” The phantom of the Nexus Guardian twisted into a Riemannian surface amidst the inscriptions, “How could you possibly master vacuum phase transition…”

Jiang Ye suddenly grabbed Ye Shuli and jumped to the top of the monument.

The boy's blood-stained fingertips touched the Schrödinger equation tattoo on her collarbone: "Wife, it's time to demonstrate the spark of civilization to this old relic."

Ye Shuli sneered as she tore open the collar of her cheongsam, and the aerospace alloy necklace suddenly emitted Casimir effect light patterns.

When the holographic projections of all the spacecraft of the 20th century formed a quantum computer array behind her, the chaotic spiritual field spontaneously began to evolve into a DNA double helix structure.

"Watch closely!" She inserted her fingertip into the Klein bottle projection on Jiang Ye's chest. "This is information entropy reversal!"

The quantum storm collapsed into a Bose-Einstein condensate the instant the two touched.

As the thirteenth spiritual singularity dissipated into Cantor dust, the core of the Spirit Realm Nexus suddenly revealed unprecedented Maxwellian runes.

Inside the originally stable Klein bottle structure, a string of cuneiform characters, belonging to no known civilization, quietly emerged.

Ye Shuli stumbled and fell into Jiang Ye's arms, the laboratory key burning a strange Möbius strip mark into her palm.

The boy lowered his head and licked away the fading quantum fluorescence at the corner of her eye, suddenly noticing that the Klein bottle pattern on the back of her neck was swallowing the spacecraft projection.

"Shuli, your..."

"Shut up!" Ye Shuli gripped the key tightly, but the holographic projection of the 20th-century spacecraft began to recombine uncontrollably.

As the last trace of chaotic spiritual energy was swallowed by the Dirac Sea, everyone saw a golden eye, flowing with Feynman patterns, slowly open on the surface of the Spirit Realm Nexus Core.