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

Amidst the countless rays of ghostly light refracted from the spatial fragments, Jiang Ye's robes brushed past the crimson sword energy.

Ye Shuli grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him back three steps to the right. The spot where they had just stood suddenly collapsed into a spacetime rift emitting black smoke.

"Thirty-five degrees southeast!" Ye Shuli flung out her improved Nine Palaces Compass, the pointer trembling wildly amidst the turbulent flow of spiritual energy.

Jiang Ye spun around and shattered the bone spikes that were coming at him. The lightning-patterned blade grazed the edge of the space-time rift and sparked blue-purple sparks—which actually condensed into glowing geometric patterns in mid-air.

Ye Shuli's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Möbius strip structure from modern topology is faintly visible in the turbulent spiritual energy, and the distorted attack trajectories manipulated by the remnants of evil clearly follow the spatial folding laws of the Klein bottle.

She ripped off the silver ribbon that bound her hair and threw it into the air. The ribbon suddenly broke into seven pieces as it passed through an invisible node.

“There’s a stable anchor point at the three o’clock position!” Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Ye had already smashed the three-sided prism barrier with her in his arms.

The turbulent flow of time and space stung people's faces, while the black robes of the pursuers behind them were torn in half by some force, revealing their bluish-gray backs covered with incantations.

The remnants of evil let out a grotesque laugh like an owl, and an upside-down skull totem materialized in their palms.

Jiang Ye suddenly released Ye Shuli's hand, his lightning-patterned blade tracing a tricky arc as it stabbed towards her ribs: "Old monster, your belt's loosened!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Shuli pressed the improved compass into the ground.

Modern binary code, mixed with cinnabar talismans, seeped into the earth's veins, and the chaotic flow of spiritual energy suddenly revealed the trajectory of a Fibonacci spiral.

She stared at the flickering lights and finally realized that this distorted space was actually a chaotic model nested within a twelve-layered Mandelbrot set.

Jiang Ye's back bumped into her shoulder, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of burning hit her face.

He had a deep, bone-revealing wound on his left arm, yet he was still grinning: "This bastard's afraid of elliptic functions; that last counterattack was based on the Riemann Hypothesis..."

"Shut up and heal your wounds!" Ye Shuli tore open his clothes and sprinkled hemostatic powder on him.

The moment the powder touched the wound, it emitted a cloud of blue smoke—the ghostly curse power clinging to the bone spurs was eroding the meridians.

She bit her finger and drew a Klein bottle topology diagram on Jiang Ye's chest, and the rampaging curse power suddenly stopped as if it had hit a transparent barrier.

A sharp, metallic scraping sound came from the other side of the space.

Eighteen barbed bone blades appeared around the evil remnant, but three of them were stuck in a spacetime fold just as they were about to launch their strangulation attack.

Ye Shuli keenly noticed that whenever the pursuers approached the areas reflecting the lotus phantoms, the attack would be delayed by 0.3 seconds.

Jiang Ye suddenly squeezed her palm.

The moment their eyes met, the blue light of the lightning-patterned blade and the afterimage of the silver ribbon burst forth simultaneously.

Ye Shuli pretended to rush towards the anchor point in the northeast corner, but actually threw the improved compass towards the Klein node, which the pursuers were bound to pass through.

As the bone blade of the evil remnant pierced through the afterimage she left behind, Jiang Ye had already grabbed the other party's belt and rushed into the sector with the densest lotus phantom.

Spacetime undergoes a bizarre hyperbolic distortion here.

The bone blade swung by the pursuer suddenly reversed direction, and Jiang Ye used the momentum to leap and flip in the air, his lightning-patterned blade carrying karmic fire compressed a hundred times by the spatial folds as it slashed down.

Ye Shuli saw the lotus phantoms unfurling their petals amidst the raging flames, each petal reflecting a miniature Tai Chi diagram.

The blast wave sent prism fragments flying all over the ground.

Just as Ye Shuli was about to rush into the smoke and dust, she suddenly saw Jiang Ye's inverted afterimage reflected in a floating mirror—his left hand behind his back was secretly forming the Tianyan Sect's unique communication incantation, while the little finger of the right hand of the pursuer, who should have been unconscious, was twitching slightly.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks.

The improved compass sensed two completely different spiritual energy fluctuations intertwined in the smoke and dust, mixed with the residual frequency of the Nine Nether Soul Return Technique seen three days ago when the Netherworld Cult was wiped out.

The lotus phantom cast a blue light on the birthmark on the back of her hand, and in those shattered time-space mirrors, countless reflections of Ye Shuli simultaneously raised their left hands... (Continued)

Ye Shuli's fingertips touched the floating fragments of the mirror, and the unique chill of the Nine Netherworld Resurrection Technique crept up her skin.

She stared at the hand gesture Jiang Ye made behind his back—it was the secret code of the Tianyan Sect, "changing every seven," with three short and two long spiritual energy fluctuations piercing through the smoke of battle.

"Three inches from the Kan position, the Zhen palace shifts!" she suddenly shouted, and the improved compass exploded with thirty-six golden rays in her palm.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye immediately released the Thunder Pattern Blade, touched the flying weapon with his toes, and soared into the air, unleashing his spiritual energy without reservation.

A blinding white light burst forth at the point where the two forces converged.

Ye Shuli saw that the cinnabar talisman she had scattered suddenly floated into a three-dimensional Cartesian coordinate system (a three-dimensional rectangular coordinate system), and Jiang Ye's spiritual energy was precisely poured into each node along the coordinate axis.

When the X-axis and Z-axis form the golden ratio angle, a crisp sound of shattering glass suddenly rings out throughout the distorted space.

"Catch!" Jiang Ye flung out the lightning-patterned blade, and Ye Shuli caught it with her backhand, her hair standing on end from the electric current.

The moment the blade sliced ​​through the bloodline on the wrist, a drop of blood, a mixture of modern binary code and ancient incantations, floated in a dodecahedral structure, each edge reflecting the Tai Chi diagram within the lotus phantom.

The sighs of the space guardians were like the collapse of an avalanche mountain.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ye Shuli caught a glimpse of a dark-colored garment flashing through a crack, and the pursuer's bone blade suddenly froze in mid-air—the areas reflecting the phantom of lotus flowers were expanding at a speed resembling the Fibonacci sequence.

"Now!" Ye Shuli dragged Jiang Ye and crashed into the largest lotus phantom.

The moment the improved compass was embedded into the eye of the Tai Chi formation, Jiang Ye suddenly flipped his wrist, and the lightning-patterned blade that was supposed to strike the enemy pierced his own left shoulder.

Dark red blood mist sprayed onto the suspended blood droplets, and the dodecahedral structure suddenly expanded into the topological shape of a Klein bottle.

The roar of the evil remnants, accompanied by a foul wind, swept in, and eighteen bone blades shattered the seven time-space mirrors.

Ye Shuli smiled. She saw that in those broken shards of glass, each of her own reflections was simultaneously drawing a non-Euclidean geometric array.

As the last arc closed, the entire distorted space suddenly shrank like tin foil crumpled by an invisible hand.

The spiritual pressure from the space guardian was like a mountain pressing down on you.

Jiang Ye's blood-stained fingers hooked onto the silk sash around Ye Shuli's waist, and he used the shockwave from the explosion to roll into the violently shaking spacetime rift.

The sickening sound of bones shattering came from behind—the pursuer was pierced in three vital places by the bone blade that bounced off him, and his bluish-gray body was being twisted into a pretzel by the spatial folds.

The feeling of weightlessness lasted for the duration of thirteen heartbeats.

The moment Ye Shuli's back hit the ground, she smelled the damp scent of moss. Jiang Ye's hand was placed between the back of her head and the rock.

The two slumped down in the cave filled with fluorescent fungi, with dark green water droplets dripping from the stalactites hanging overhead, reflecting a ghostly light in the pools at their feet.

"Are we still in the interdimensional space?" Jiang Ye wiped the blood off his face, the lightning-patterned blade hissing and emitting white smoke as it was stuck in the fungal clump.

Ye Shuli stopped his hand as he reached for the pool, the pointer of the improved compass spinning wildly in 360 degrees.

The sound of chains being dragged could be heard from deep within the cave.

A kind of oppressive aura with a sweet and pungent smell crept up the rock wall, and Ye Shuli's birthmark on the back of her hand suddenly burned—the lotus phantoms were actually moving under her skin and forming a chaotic pattern of Mandeboji.

Jiang Ye's pupils contracted slightly as he smelled the scent of the Corrupting Bone Flower that he had smelled three days ago when he wiped out the Netherworld Cult.

The fluorescent bacteria suddenly went out in large numbers.

In the darkness, the sound of metal striking metal grew louder as it approached, and with each strike, the pool water rippled with a crimson hue.

Ye Shuli touched the blood-soaked fabric on Jiang Ye's back and noticed that his fingers, which were forming hand seals, were trembling slightly—a sign that his spiritual energy was depleted.

Before the last cluster of fluorescence went out, Ye Shuli saw familiar Klein bottle patterns appear on the rock wall.

The patterns on the chains were absorbing the drops of blood dripping from Jiang Ye's wounds, and with each drop absorbed, the sound of the chains grew clearer.