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

The bronze door groaned with metallic fatigue as it was torn apart by the data stream arm.

The burning pain from the jade pendant around Ye Shuli's neck suddenly turned into a sharp tinnitus, and countless pixels exploded on her retina—this was the overwork reaction that she would only experience when she stayed up all night to finish design drawings before she transmigrated.

"Step back three meters!" Jiang Ye suddenly grabbed the adjustment strap of her tactical vest and rolled her backward. The bone powder where she was standing suddenly condensed into the pattern of a circuit board.

Those pale arms grasped at empty air, their knuckles making the sound of an electric current being inserted and removed from a USB drive.

Ye Shuli touched the burning phoenix mark below her collarbone: "This place is analyzing my memory data..." Before she could finish speaking, the dragon pattern on the bronze door suddenly twisted into a subway map, and the phoenix wings transformed into flashing LED billboards.

The collision of modernity and fantasy caused the exorcism talisman on Jiang Ye's tactical dagger to spontaneously combust.

"A gamble with your life or a curse?" Jiang Ye ripped off the charred talisman and pulled out a carved bronze lighter from a hidden pocket at his back waist—this was the Phoenix True Fire container he had traded for from a black market merchant last week.

The moment his thumb brushed against the gilded roller, twenty-three protective barriers bloomed one after another at their feet.

Ye Shuli suddenly grabbed his wrist: "Don't use brute force, watch the door." The data stream arms were changing shape with her breathing. Whenever she recalled her modern memories, the gray mist condensed into an LCD screen; when she mobilized her spiritual power, the mist transformed into talismans.

Jiang Ye's nose twitched twice: "It smells like roasted chestnuts... Is that the spirit popcorn recipe you developed last month?" He crushed the electronic component residue that had solidified on the ground with his tactical boots. "This godforsaken place is cooking your memories."

As the two turned out of their defensive formation with their backs touching, the jade pendant suddenly emitted a "beep beep" sound, like an attendance machine.

The moment the bronze door burst open, Ye Shuli saw thousands of prism fragments floating inside, each fragment playing out memories from different periods of her life—the hem of her mother's clothes disappearing on her seventh birthday, the torrential rain illuminated by car headlights that night, and the indigo blood beads seeping from her collarbone three days ago when Jiang Ye shielded her from a poisoned arrow.

“Follow the fluorescence.” Jiang Ye suddenly stuffed a handful of glowing spirit sand into her palm. This was a compass specially made from the venom sacs of the moon jellyfish they had hunted last month.

The sand grains automatically aligned themselves into an arrow shape, pointing towards a prism that was playing a laboratory scene.

As Ye Shuli traversed the corridor of memories, the jade pendant around her neck resonated with the prism in a manner akin to quantum entanglement.

When they finally arrived at the core altar, they saw that the suspended void was actually a Klein bottle that was constantly collapsing and reforming, with modern physical laws and mystical spiritual power undergoing a chain reaction within it.

"This thing is eating time and space." Jiang Ye tested the energy field with the tip of his dagger, the blade instantly covered in frost and rust. "Remember last time in the time rift..."

"Shut up." Ye Shuli suddenly untied the belt of her high-necked outfit, revealing a phoenix mark bleeding below her collarbone. "I'm going to do something dangerous." She pressed the jade pendant onto the mark, and the phoenix pattern suddenly unfolded into a three-dimensional projection interface—this was the psionic programming system she had been secretly researching for the past three months.

Jiang Ye silently drove seven Soul-Suppressing Nails into the major acupoints around her body: "Same as always, bite my arm if it hurts." When the muscles in his right arm tensed, the teeth marks left from when he tested poison for her last time were still oozing blood.

As the Void Origin began to forcibly connect with the Phoenix Mark, the entire space suddenly resounded with the buzzing sound of a computer overclocking.

The pain of the energy infusion caused Ye Shuli to suffer retinal hemorrhage.

She saw her mother in the memory prism suddenly turn around, her face, which resembled hers by seven parts, covered with cracks like data streams.

The power of the void surged through the meridians, and modern memories, transformed into binary code, began to overwrite the spiritual energy circuits.

"Breathing technique!" Jiang Ye suddenly stuffed a popping candy-like explosive pill into her mouth, a life-saving medicine he had refined with half a bowl of his heart's blood.

Amidst the explosive feeling of coolness, Ye Shuli grasped the key—she compiled modern knowledge into a firewall, imprisoning the power of the void within the virtual machine formed in her dantian.

When the altar floor cracked open with star-patterned patterns, Jiang Ye noticed that Ye Shuli's hair was being quantized.

Before he could wipe the acidic spiritual energy mist from his eyes, he tore open her wrist with his canine teeth and poured blood into her mouth: "Swallow it! My wolf demon bloodline can neutralize it..."

At the peak of her excruciating pain, Ye Shuli suddenly heard her mother's voice.

That figure, forever turned away in the fragments of memory, is now humming a lullaby from before the transmigration in the depths of the void.

Her shattered spiritual power suddenly recombined according to the DNA double helix structure, and the modern and the fantasy world finally reached a symbiotic agreement at the cellular level.

(A prelude to the ending)

When the energy storm subsided, Ye Shuli found herself standing on the boundary between reality and the void.

Jiang Ye was bandaging his arm wound with tactical bandages ten steps away, and the edge of his shadow shone with an abnormal platinum gold color—a sign that he was about to break through to the early stage of the Spirit Master realm.

She looked down at the faint nebula patterns on her palm and suddenly realized that the memory cracks that had troubled her were now turning into coordinate keys to a completely new dimension.

Tiny specks of fluorescent light floated in the air.

Ye Shuli stepped on the crack where reality and illusion met, her boot sole crushing a few grains of residual spiritual sand.

She looked down at the nebula patterns flowing in her palm and discovered that whenever she mobilized her spiritual power, those patterns would decompose into countless nanoscale runes.

"Don't touch the scabs." Jiang Ye walked over, swinging his arm wrapped in tactical bandages, the platinum gold at the edge of his shadow gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

All twelve hidden buckles on his tactical belt popped open, revealing emergency talismans painted in cinnabar on the inside—all hand-drawn by Ye Shuli three days ago.

The void rift slowly closed behind them.

Ye Shuli noticed scorch marks on the ground that resembled binary code; these were data streams that had leaked when she used the psionic programming system to fight against the void's origin.

She bent down and picked up a piece of bronze with teeth marks, recognizing it as the remains of Jiang Ye's Phoenix True Fire lighter.

"I'll give you a new one." She put the fragments into a hidden pocket in her tactical vest, and a slight vibration came from under the fabric—this was the spiritual energy sensor implanted last month recording battlefield data.

Jiang Ye suddenly reached out and pinched the back of her neck, his thumb precisely pressing on a certain acupoint to stop the bleeding. This was a first aid technique they had been trained to develop while trapped in the time loop.

The two walked out, stepping on the crystallized spiritual energy residue scattered on the ground.

Suddenly, the jade pendant around Ye Shuli's neck vibrated at a high frequency, and she reflexively pressed down on the phoenix mark.

On the stone wall three meters away, the hole that was originally corroded by the void is repairing itself with a DNA helix structure, achieving a strange balance between modern physical laws and mystical spiritual power.

Jiang Ye's nostrils flared: "The smell of blood has faded by seven-tenths, but there's an added..." He suddenly used his tactical dagger to pry open a piece of gravel, revealing the half-melted electronic components underneath, "Your body heat deformed the military-grade chip."

As she passed through the last energy barrier, Ye Shuli squinted as she was suddenly blinded by the sunlight.

She instinctively raised her hand to shield herself and discovered that the spiritual energy flowing under her forearm skin was in a quantum entangled state—a side effect of the complete fusion of the power of the void and the phoenix mark.

Jiang Ye's shadow suddenly grew three inches, with a wolf-shaped phantom flashing across its platinum-gold edge, before being forcibly pressed back into his body by his specially made spirit-binding belt.

The mountains and forests outside the void were unusually quiet.

Ye Shuli crouched down to examine the ground. Her tactical gloves brushed against the charred grass leaves, and she immediately detected the residual spiritual energy fluctuations from the battle seventy-two hours earlier.

Just as she was about to activate the data analysis module in the jade pendant, Jiang Ye suddenly grabbed her by the back of her collar and lifted her up.

"Thirty degrees southeast." The tracking mark on Jiang Ye's Adam's apple glowed slightly; this was his unique danger warning mechanism.

Ye Shuli followed his gaze and saw a phantom of a Klein bottle floating on the cliff eight hundred meters away—a miniature version of the Void Origin.

Both of them reached for their weapons at their waists.

Ye Shuli's spiritual programming system automatically activated, projecting a three-dimensional tactical map onto her retina.

Jiang Ye untied the spirit-binding belt and wrapped it around his wrist three times. The suppressive power of the wolf demon bloodline decreased sharply, and the platinum gold at the edge of the shadow began to erode the real matter.

The Klein bottle suddenly disintegrated into countless points of light.

Just as Ye Shuli was about to give chase, the phoenix mark under her collarbone suddenly felt a burning sensation.

She stumbled half a step and bumped into Jiang Ye's shoulder. A cracked prism fragment fell out of the side pocket of her tactical vest—the very one she had collected in the Memory Corridor.

Jiang Ye used the tip of his boot to pick up the fragment: "Quantum entanglement reaction." He took out a lead box engraved with runes and sealed the fragment. "Go back to base and analyze it with the psionic computer." Ye Shuli noticed that the bandages covering his wounds were seeping with indigo blue blood beads, a sign that the wolf demon bloodline was about to break through.

As they passed through the last scorched earth area, Ye Shuli's jade pendant suddenly resonated with Jiang Ye's spirit-binding belt.

The two stopped simultaneously, looking at the interconnected runes lit up on each other's equipment—the collaborative combat system they had developed half a month ago, which was now showing an abnormal energy peak.

"Don't move." Jiang Ye suddenly grabbed the back of her head with one hand, and quickly disassembled the spiritual energy supply module of her tactical vest with the other.

Ye Shuli smelled the lingering scent of the Explosive Spirit Pill on his sleeve; it was a new version of the formula that she had specially adjusted before setting off this morning.

As the last latch was released, the chaotic energy remaining in the void suddenly surged out from the module interface.

Ye Shuli slammed her hand on the ground, instantly deploying thirty layers of psionic firewall.

Jiang Ye's wolf demon bloodline was fully unleashed, and the topological structure of the energy flow was reflected in his platinum-gold pupils.

"Seventh node!" As Ye Shuli shouted the programming command, Jiang Ye had already driven the Soul-Suppressing Nail into the coordinates she specified.

The chaotic energy was compressed into a black sphere the size of a grape, and then Ye Shuli used a DNA helix-shaped spiritual energy chain to imprison it in her palm.

Jiang Ye shook his hand, which was burned by the energy: "Much gentler than the poison arrow last time." On the skin exposed by the cuff of his tactical uniform, old and new scars intertwined to form some kind of encrypted runes—marks left from the past six months of risking his life for Ye Shuli.

As the setting sun stretched their shadows long, Ye Shuli suddenly pressed her hand to her heart.

Her psionic programming system was automatically generating reports, with hundreds of lines of body data scrolling across her retina after merging with the power of the void.

Jiang Ye's shadow quietly spread to her feet, its platinum-gold edges devouring the quantized portion of her shadow.

"It's time for a blood transfusion." Jiang Ye pulled open the collar of his tactical uniform, revealing the bluish veins on the side of his neck.

This is an emergency solution they invented to solve the problem of bloodline rejection—exchanging 200cc of blood every month to maintain the balance of spiritual energy.

Ye Shuli's puncture needle stopped in mid-air. She noticed that Jiang Ye's blood was three shades lighter than last week.

Suddenly, a wind carrying electronic noise swept through the mountains and forests.

Ye Shuli felt a chill run down her spine; this was the danger-predicting ability she had gained after transmigrating.

Jiang Ye had already assumed a defensive stance, and the newly affixed talisman on his tactical dagger glowed with an unusual red light—the area that should have indicated safety suddenly experienced turbulent energy flows.

As the two retreated from the danger zone back to back, Ye Shuli's jade pendant suddenly projected a holographic map.

All the green lights representing the safe house went out, leaving only a coordinate marked "abandoned" flashing blood red.

Jiang Ye's shadow twisted into a warning symbol on the ground, its platinum-gold edges corroding the electronic components on the rock surface.

The residual void energy on their equipment suddenly resonated, tearing open a spacetime rift the thickness of a hair in the setting sun—the burnt smell emanating from it was exactly the same as the smell of the torrential rain that Ye Shuli experienced that night, illuminated by car headlights.