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

The hairs on the back of Ye Shuli's neck stood on end.

The bronze fragments, broken into particles of light, floated between her and the barrier, reflecting countless images of Jiang Ye's blood-stained face.

She suddenly grabbed a half-piece of the quantized Crimson Flame Crystal, its sharp edges piercing her palm. The pain reminded her of her encounter in the Ghost Bone Swamp three months ago.

"Back then, we used Klein bottles woven with spirit patterns..." Jiang Ye suddenly coughed violently, dark gold blood sliding down his collarbone and into his collar.

He flicked away the tribal woman who tried to approach, his bloodied hand firmly supporting Ye Shuli's elbow. "Do you remember how to use topology to solve spatial loops?"

Ye Shuli's nano glasses suddenly emitted a beeping sound.

The spectrogram projected onto the retina showed that the barrier energy fluctuations were 87% similar to the four-dimensional projection they encountered in the ancient tomb three months earlier.

She slapped the Crimson Flame Crystal onto Jiang Ye's chest with her other hand. The moment the crystal touched the dark gold blood, the quantumization process mysteriously stopped.

"Don't move." She traced the totem on Jiang Ye's collarbone with her fingertips, where fine golden particles were seeping out. "You have ancestral blood in your veins." These words made the tribal chief not far away suddenly look up, and the star map on his bone knife suddenly burst out with blood-red light.

Ye Shuli tore off her nano glasses and threw them into the distorted spatial rift.

In the last images remaining on her retina, the energy map composed of those purple-gold patterns was clearly the three-dimensional slice of the Ka-Tyu manifold she had seen in a modern laboratory.

She suddenly bit her tongue, and the blood droplet mixed with spiritual energy landed precisely on the three bronze fragments.

"Give me twenty seconds." She condensed her spiritual energy into the shape of a scalpel, a special habit she had developed after transmigrating.

As the blade sliced ​​through her wrist, Jiang Ye suddenly grabbed it, a dark glint in his phoenix eyes: "Using that trick again?"

"It's better than being trapped in the cracks of time." Ye Shuli shook off his hand, and the blood droplets condensed into a dodecahedral structure in mid-air.

This is the contingency plan they devised last month when they were trapped in a time loop—using a modern geometric model to contain spiritual energy.

Jiang Ye suddenly turned to face the tribal chief, grinning like a mischievous child: "Father-in-law, can I borrow some blood?" The moment the bone knife grazed past his ear, the dark golden light at his fingertips surged, and a blood line shimmering with starlight was torn out from the distorted space.

Ye Shuli's spiritual scalpel has already cut through the seventh layer of energy membrane.

The last data transmitted by the nanoglasses showed that the external time flow rate was 100,000 times the normal value, which means that 20 seconds inside the barrier could have passed in the outside world by three months.

She suddenly pressed the blood-stained bronze fragment onto the Möbius strip-shaped spiritual energy model, and the collision of the two different dimensional energies produced a dazzling Klein blue.

"It's done!" Jiang Ye suddenly pounced on her, hugged her, and leaned back. Three bone arrows grazed the hem of their overlapping clothes and shot into the void.

Ye Shuli ignored the cursing and slammed the fused energy body towards the barrier.

When the ancient inscriptions on the bronze fragments perfectly aligned with her modern mathematical model, the entire collapsed space suddenly emitted a humming sound similar to that of a glass harp.

Countless self-similar Mandelbrot sets emerged on the surface of the barrier, which is exactly the fractal geometry that Ye Shuli studied in her graduation thesis.

She suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye's bleeding hand and pressed it against the core of the energy body. The collision between the ancestral bloodline and the four-dimensional projection caused the barrier to develop its first crack, as thin as a hair.

Fine beads of blood seeped from Ye Shuli's forehead, and the spiritual energy scalpel began to tremble violently.

When the crack extended to its first perfect sixty-degree angle, she suddenly noticed that the rate at which the purple-gold patterns were being devoured had slowed by a fraction of a second—that was enough.

Ye Shuli's pupils reflected the light and shadow of the fractal geometric patterns splitting, and a Fibonacci spiral suddenly appeared at the edge of the sixty-degree crack.

She plunged the blood-stained spiritual scalpel into the center of the crack. The data stream remaining in the nanoglasses became quantum entangled with the ancestral bloodline. The moment the barrier's absorption speed suddenly dropped, the dark gold blood in Jiang Ye's palm suddenly vaporized into the shape of a Klein bottle.

"Topological connectivity!" Ye Shuli shouted, and the oracle bone script on the bronze fragment automatically reassembled into Maxwell's equations.

The sound of shattering glass came from inside the barrier, and the Möbius strip beneath their feet suddenly contracted into a singularity, compressing the flow of time by 100,000 times into three suspended Planck crystals.

Jiang Ye's tiger's mouth burst forth with dark golden light spots, and he used the momentum to wrap the starlight bloodline around Ye Shuli's wrist.

Two different sources of energy collided in the fractal crack, creating a six-dimensional projection. Ye Shuli suddenly flipped her wrist and used the tip of her scalpel to draw the Sierpinski triangle in the void—this was the dimensional reduction attack method they had researched in the time rift three months ago.

When the seventh fractal pattern was completed, the barrier suddenly collapsed into a palm-sized Mandelbrot set model.

Ye Shuli's nano glasses automatically disintegrated into a data stream, which, along with the quantized Crimson Flame Crystal, was injected into the center of the model.

Jiang Ye swiftly tore out the last three bronze fragments from the spacetime folds, and dark gold blood etched the Riemann Hypothesis formula onto the surface of the fragments.

"Now!" Ye Shuli condensed her spiritual power into Fourier transform ripples and slapped them toward the model, while Jiang Ye simultaneously threw out bronze fragments engraved with topological formulas.

Two modern mathematical laws form a Klein bridge in the collapsing space, and the remaining energy of the barrier is instantly introduced into the four-dimensional space crack.

Amidst a deafening hum, the suspended Planck crystal suddenly erupted with a gamma-ray burst.

Ye Shuli dragged Jiang Ye towards the nearest spacetime fold, with dark gold blood and spiritual energy scalpels intertwining behind them to form a protective net.

When the intense light faded, a fist-sized, dark blue crystal core floated in front of the two, its surface shimmering with the unique unilateral curved luster of a Klein bottle.

Jiang Ye's phoenix eyes shone with an alarming light. He reached out and caught the falling crystal core, the undried blood from his hand etching fractal patterns onto its surface: "This is... the Core of Time and Space?"

"Twelve more energy dimensions than expected." Ye Shuli scanned the crystal core structure with her spiritual power; the residual projection from her nanoglasses displayed a twenty-six-dimensional Calabi-Yo manifold. "Enough to repair three divine artifacts."

The tribal chief, who was not far away, suddenly knelt down on one knee, and the star map on the bone knife resonated with the crystal core.

The willful tribal woman tried to get closer, but was blocked by the Koch snowflakes formed by Jiang Ye's dark gold spiritual power, keeping her five meters away.

Suddenly, the core of spacetime projected a holographic star map, which Ye Shuli recognized as a quantum passage leading to the Ye Clan Ancestral Hall.

"Hold on tight." Ye Shuli pressed the crystal core against Jiang Ye's chest. The moment the two were enveloped in the Klein blue cocoon of light, the entire collapsed space was completely quantized.

When they stood back in the ancestral hall's weapon-refining room, only a third of the ambergris incense sticks in the censer had burned.

Jiang Ye suddenly hugged Ye Shuli from behind, his blood-stained clothes pressed against the wound on her back: "This time you didn't mess it up."

"Let go, the blood will seep in..." Ye Shuli's reprimand suddenly caught in her throat as she felt a warm touch on the back of her neck—Jiang Ye's chin was gently brushing against the blood crystals that had formed in her hair.

In the flickering flames of the forging furnace, she saw the overlapping shadows of two people swaying on the surface of the bronze artifact, much like that rainy night in the Ghost Bone Swamp when they entrusted their lives to each other.

The Spacetime Core floats above the quenching pool, transforming the entire pool of cold spring water into Klein Blue liquid energy.

Ye Shuli reconstructed the artifact's core using topological formulas. When the twenty-ninth fractal module was embedded in the slot, the shattered Kunlun Mirror suddenly projected a star map covering the entire ancestral hall.

Jiang Ye chewed on some hemostatic herbs and leaned closer to examine the mirror, his dark gold spiritual energy outlining a fourteen-dimensional manifold on the surface: "This energy structure..."

"Enough to tear through the Holy Domain's protective shield in the Clan Championship." Ye Shuli put the repaired artifact into her spirit ring, and the quenching pool reflected the spiritual energy mark between her brows—the mark of the clan leader's successor.

On the training ground where the morning mist had not yet dissipated, twenty members of the Ye family were practicing a combined attack formation.

Ye Shuli frowned as she looked at the spiritual energy monitoring screen. Three red dots remained outside the array's core—those were the direct descendants of the Third Elder's family.

Her specially designed four-dimensional topological footwork was completely altered, and the purple-clad youth in the lead even burned the training manual with spiritual fire.

“Young Miss, the Second Young Master said that the ancestral Xuanji Steps are enough to deal with…” The elder’s voice was silenced by Ye Shuli’s cold gaze.

The restored Kunlun Mirror emitted a buzzing sound deep within the ancestral hall, and the star map projected onto the glazed tiles suddenly lost three key stars.