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

The steps, condensed with stardust, trembled beneath her feet. Ye Shuli stared at the numbers scrolling backward on her phone screen, a chilling sensation like an ice pick piercing her bone marrow emanating from behind her ears.

Suddenly, the spirit stone in the brocade pouch at her waist burst forth with a dazzling red light, making the dark purple totem on her collarbone faintly visible—this was a life-protecting talisman that Jiang Ye had spent three months hunting nine hundred spirit beasts to refine.

"The principle of electromagnetic fields." She suddenly bit her fingertip and drew a six-pointed star array in the air.

The knowledge from modern physics lessons, mixed with psionic energy, danced at his fingertips. Sixteen beams of blue light shot out from the phone's camera, weaving a constantly rotating Klein bottle structure around him.

The moment the undercurrent collided with the geometric barrier, a sharp sound, like fingernails scraping a blackboard, suddenly rang out in the trial space.

Fragments of memory surged under intense pressure.

The cold tea that hit her forehead when she was expelled from the family three months ago, the rainy night when Jiang Ye carried her, covered in blood, out of the Ten Thousand Snake Cave, and yesterday, the fool's clumsy lie of secretly fusing half of his spirit core into her breakfast soup.

A metallic taste rose in Ye Shuli's throat, but she smiled with her eyes crinkling: "Want to see someone go crazy?"

Grandma will teach you what scientific exorcism is.

The starry sky of the God Trial Grounds suddenly twisted into a Möbius strip, and twelve silver gear phantoms appeared behind her.

The sound of a mirror shattering came from the shadows, and black blood seeped from the palm of the leader of the Jealous Ones, who was holding the black iron staff—he had actually cut his tiger's mouth with the backlash spell he had cast.

"Three, two, one!" Ye Shuli suddenly threw her phone toward the singularity of the Klein bottle.

The collision of modern electronic components and psionic energy created a strange purple arc of electricity, instantly causing 360 sword-wielding phantoms to appear in the holographic projection.

Each phantom was simultaneously unleashing the seventh move of the Breaking Army Sword Technique that Jiang Ye had taught her, and the topological model woven from the sword light forced the dark vortex back three zhang.

Suddenly, the bronze compass in the hands of the trial guide burst forth with seven-colored light, and three bell tolls echoed from the depths of the starry sea.

The super-god guardian, who was watching the battle through the Xuan Guang Mirror, flicked his finger, and two stars silently fell into Ye Shuli's protective array—this imperceptible recognition caused the spiritual energy concentration in the entire trial space to surge threefold.

The undercurrent suddenly and eerily froze, and the viscous black mist condensed into countless distorted human faces.

Ye Shuli touched the cracked spirit stone in the brocade pouch and suddenly remembered Jiang Ye saying, "When you encounter a dead end, think about how you scolded me so badly and I was still smiling like an idiot."

She chuckled and ripped off her hairband. As her black hair flew wildly, three hundred and sixty phantoms simultaneously made completely different hand seals.

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The blue light from the phone screen refracted twelve phantoms on the surface of the Klein bottle, and tiny black snake-like dark patterns suddenly appeared under Ye Shuli's feet.

The three-eyed skull atop the leader of the Jealous Ones' staff opened simultaneously, causing the air pressure in the trial space to double suddenly, and the suspended stardust to shatter into dust and fall in a flurry.

"He actually used evil spirit puppetry to train her?" Ye Shuli wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and the totem on her collarbone suddenly rotated clockwise.

The sword light in the hands of the three hundred and sixty phantoms surged, and each sword aura precisely pierced the collapsing spatial node—the energy weakness that Jiang Ye had discovered last week when he accompanied her to study the star chart.

The face formed from the black mist suddenly emitted a shrill cry like that of a baby, and the jade pendant on Ye Shuli's earlobe flashed with a blue light.

That was the Soul-Protecting Jade that Jiang Ye had refined with his natal spiritual fire, and at this moment it was transforming the sonic attack into fine vibrations that traveled along her meridians.

She suddenly remembered the blisters on the fingertips of that fool when he was holding the soup bowl yesterday morning, and the half-broken nail he hid behind his back.

"The weakness lies in the Tanzhong acupoint." Jiang Ye's nonchalant voice echoed in my memory, overlapping with the frequency of the black mist before my eyes.

Ye Shuli suddenly pointed her fingers at her heart. The golden spiritual threads that burst forth from the excruciating pain instantly pierced through the Klein bottle barrier, and three hundred and sixty phantoms simultaneously transformed into streams of light that flowed into her right hand.

The leader of the Jealous Ones' staff suddenly cracked with spiderweb patterns, and he was astonished to find that Ye Shuli had actually used her psychic energy to simulate a black hole's event horizon.

The sword shadows in the holographic projection wove into a Riemann surface, and the topological structure of modern mathematics, carrying the pressure of a Spirit King, rolled back.

As he staggered backward, he crushed three star bricks, and the skull eyeballs on the black iron staff began to ooze scarlet tears of blood.

"It's not over yet!" Ye Shuli suddenly snapped the red string around her wrist, and nine copper coins shot out along the curved surface of the Klein bottle.

This was the only modern item she had left in her pocket when she traveled through time, and it was now resonating with the life-saving talisman given to her by Jiang Ye, almost like quantum entanglement.

The dark purple totem suddenly detached from the skin and floated into the air, transforming into a dodecahedral lattice that imprisoned the black mist within.

The bronze compass of the trial guide suddenly floated into the air, its pointer trembling wildly at the "Kun" position.

The rumble of gears meshing echoed from the depths of the starry sea, and the hairs on the back of Ye Shuli's neck suddenly stood on end—this abnormal fluctuation in the spatial rules was exactly the same as the symptom she and Jiang Ye had experienced when they accidentally entered the time rift three months ago.

The leader of the Jealous Ones suddenly tore open his chest, revealing bone armor inlaid with seven fangs.

Just as they were about to form the hand seals, the ground of the entire trial space suddenly undulated in a wave-like pattern.

The suspended stardust re-condensed into sixty-four prisms, each reflecting the illusory image of the bronze door slowly emerging behind Ye Shuli.

The God Guardian let out a soft "Eh," and the two stars he was playing with suddenly went out.

A deafening roar, like glaciers cracking, came from the direction of the trial creatures' habitat. A pressure surpassing the level of a Spirit King caused Ye Shuli's life-protecting talisman to activate automatically.

Cracked spirit stones flew out of the brocade pouch, piecing together in the air the half-line of a poem that Jiang Ye had carved with his spirit core: "A heart of crystal remains unchanged through a thousand tribulations."

When the 360 ​​prisms in the area simultaneously reflected the phantom of the bronze door opening, Ye Shuli suddenly heard a crisp sound from her bones, like jade clashing together.

The compass in the hands of the trial guide shattered with a deafening roar, and the flying bronze fragments traced eerie Fibonacci spirals in the void.

From the depths of the starry sea came a tremor similar to that of a giant creature turning over. A viscous, dark golden substance was seeping out from the spatial rift, slowly enveloping the trial field that was reorganizing its rules.