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

An amber halo enveloped the two rapidly falling bodies, and the residual spiritual power of the Earth Escape Talisman emitted a crisp sound like porcelain cracking in the turbulent flow of time and space.

Jiang Ye's sleeve was torn open with three jagged rips, and his exposed arm was instantly covered with fine beads of blood.

"Hold your breath!" Ye Shuli's five fingers dug into his shoulder blades, and the two were thrown into the silver-blue vortex.

Tens of thousands of light spots exploded on the retina, as if someone were crushing stars and rubbing them back and forth in hot sandpaper.

Jiang Ye's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and the blood foam he vomited was twisted into a ring-shaped comet tail before it even hit the ground.

The three positioning spirit stones emitted a strong light at Ye Shuli's waist, but turned into dust when they touched the edge of the vortex.

She tore off the silk ribbon from her neck and wrapped it around Jiang Ye's wrist. The silk, soaked in blood, produced a metallic clang, creating a pale blue barrier around the two of them.

"Thirty degrees southeast!" Jiang Ye suddenly bit his tongue, and the spray of blood mist condensed into an arrow in the void.

The remaining positioning spell on his sword was sensing the teleportation array they had buried at the foot of Flaming Mountain half a month ago, and the star-patterned stone embedded in the hilt was now as hot as a branding iron.

Fragments of time and space brushed past the barrier, reflecting the moonlight of seventy-two different seasons.

Ye Shuli's pupils contracted to vertical slits, and modern physics knowledge surged in her mind—those light spots with abnormal refraction angles were clearly the Klein bottle effect produced by the folding of four-dimensional space.

The guardians appeared at this moment.

A man with long, gray hair that reached his ankles floated in the center of the vortex, the ends of his hair immersed in liquid sand of time.

As he raised his hand, fourteen afterimages appeared, each fingertip entwined with a collapsing nebula: "Get out."

Jiang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took a half step forward, the Xuan Tie sword twirling in his palm in a sword-flower pattern: "Senior, we simply want to retrieve..."

The spacetime rift suddenly twisted into a pretzel shape.

With a gentle flick of his left ring finger, the Guardian's sword blade, along with its three-inch hilt, turned into molten iron. The dripping molten metal solidified into barbs in mid-air, hurtling straight towards his throat.

Ye Shuli pulled the person back seven steps quickly, her heels leaving charred marks on the ground.

The moment the barbs struck the barrier, she saw the guardian pull out half a bronze compass from his sleeve—the very same artifact component they had seen in the ancient tomb murals three days prior.

“His attack intervals,” she suddenly spoke, her fingertip touching Jiang Ye’s bleeding tiger’s mouth, “are as follows: each time he activates his spacetime power, his Adam’s apple bobs twice.”

Jiang Ye coughed and laughed, his bloodied canine teeth pressing against his lower lip.

He tore open the hem of his inner garment and wrapped it around his right hand, channeling his remaining spiritual energy into the broken sword: "Give me three finger snaps."

Seven clones rushed toward the guardian from different directions, each phantom making the provocative gesture that Jiang Ye was most skilled at.

The turbulent flow of spacetime was stirred into vortex-like ripples, and Ye Shuli took the opportunity to compress the healing spiritual mist into a prism—this was a light refraction technique that she had just figured out last night.

The guardian waved his hand, shattering six phantoms, but the seventh clone suddenly exploded into golden dust.

Taking advantage of the moment when his vision was obscured by the bright light, Ye Shuli threw a prism that precisely embedded itself in the groove of the compass in his sleeve.

"Now!" she said, her wrist bulging with veins as she pulled on the silk threads.

The barrier suddenly contracted into a sharp cone shape, enveloping the two people and propelling them towards the compass.

Jiang Ye's broken sword pierced the weakest point of the spatial turbulence, and the blade could not withstand the pressure and began to shatter inch by inch.

The guardian's pupils flashed with silver light, and his right hand, which was about to be raised, suddenly froze.

Ye Shuli saw chain-like patterns appear on his neck—clearly the forbidden incantation seals recorded in the secret scrolls of their Ye clan.

"He's being controlled by someone!" The moment this thought flashed through her mind, Ye Shuli suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye's hand, which was about to detonate the spirit core.

Scattered golden-red blood droplets hovered in front of her nose, reflecting the subtle pauses in the guardian's attack trajectory.

Ye Shuli's fingertips were marked with purple marks from the silk threads, and the barrier made a cracking sound as it was squeezed by the turbulent flow of time and space.

She stared at the undulating chain patterns on the guardian's neck, then suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye's belt and pulled him backward: "Don't detonate the spirit core!"

Three fragments of spacetime grazed their backs, slicing through the ribbon binding Jiang Ye's hair.

Amidst the scattered strands of hair, Ye Shuli noticed that every time the Guardian raised his left hand, his right shoulder would lag behind the normal movement by half a second—like a puppet being controlled by invisible threads.

"Seven steps to the southeast, Kun position!" She suddenly wrapped silkworm silk around Jiang Ye's broken sword, the blood-stained silk thread stretching into a crescent shape in the air.

The shockwaves generated by the collision of the spacetime turbulence with the barrier were now traveling along the threads to her throbbing temples.

Jiang Ye rolled over and stepped onto her taut silk, sparks flying from the blood-stained soles of his boots against the silk threads.

When the Guardian swung the Time Blade for the seventh time, he suddenly hung upside down on the silkworm and laughed loudly: "Old antique!"

Do you really have to assume that starting stance before attacking?

All fourteen spacetime blades struck empty air, and Ye Shuli's pupils shrank sharply.

The trails left by those attacks were automatically pieced together in her mind, and they completely overlapped with the four-dimensional topological structure of the Klein bottle—the weakest singularity of energy was located below the third rib on the left side of the guardian!

"The direction of the hour of Chou!" She suddenly tossed out three copper coins, and the hexagram, which corresponded to the modern binary code arrangement, exploded in the void with a bright light.

Jiang Ye's broken sword suddenly slipped from his hand, and the star-patterned stone remaining on the hilt collided with the copper coin, creating an arc of blazing white light.

The compass in the guardian's sleeve suddenly beeped, and Ye Shuli saw the chain patterns on his neck swell by three inches.

The moment the eleventh spacetime blade struck, she suddenly took three steps forward to meet the attack—those seemingly fatal cracks were, in her eyes, nothing more than projections of a Möbius strip.

The silken barrier enveloped the two as they slipped through the gaps in the attack, and half of Ye Shuli's skirt was cut off.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Ye injected the remaining spiritual power into the broken sword. The sword's edge suddenly swelled into a three-zhang-long phantom and accurately pierced the topological singularity in the guardian's left rib.

The spacetime turbulence suddenly stopped.

The guardian staggered, clutching his left rib, silvery-blue liquid seeping from between his fingers.

The suspended sands of time fell in a rustling sound, piling up at his feet to form a ring-shaped hourglass.

Ye Shuli suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye by the back of the neck: "Look at his shadow!"

In the distorted projection, fourteen transparent chains are piercing the void from the guardian's spine.

The frequency of the chains' vibrations was exactly the same as the fluctuations before the positioning spirit stone at Ye Shuli's waist shattered—it was the "Binding God Chains" recorded in the secret scrolls of the Ye clan.

"No wonder his attack pattern is so rigid." Jiang Ye wiped the blood from his lips, and suddenly turned his broken sword around to stab the ground.

The moment the sword pierced the Sands of Time, the two used the recoil to propel themselves toward the energy vortex behind the Guardian.

The guardian let out a low, inhuman growl, and its long, gray hair suddenly grew into a net.

Ye Shuli ripped off the silver chain around her waist, and modern chemical knowledge surged in her mind—98% pure mithril would produce a chain reaction when it came into contact with the sands of time.

"Close your eyes!"

The moment the silver chain fell into the Sands of Time, it exploded into a blinding sphere, and Jiang Ye took the opportunity to pull her into the energy vortex.

Golden patterns suddenly appeared between their clasped hands, the result of the life-sharing pact they had made together at Flaming Mountain half a month ago.

The spacetime turbulence suddenly began to rotate in reverse.

Ye Shuli's eardrums were pierced by a sharp buzzing sound, and she saw a black dot the size of a coin appear in the center of the vortex.

The spacetime energy that had been suppressed by the guardians was now overflowing wildly like a burst bubble—the ripples floating around the black dot were clearly the Riemann curvature tensor leaking from four-dimensional space!

"The energy source is in the curvature mutation zone!" She suddenly broke free from Jiang Ye's hand and touched a spinning piece of spacetime with her toes.

Modern fluid mechanics knowledge is visualized in the sea of ​​consciousness as a three-dimensional model, which twists and turns in the energy gaps like a petrel passing through a storm.

The guardian's white hair chased after her ankles and wrapped around them, but spontaneously combusted the moment it touched the black spot.

Ye Shuli's right hand was cut and mangled by the spatial turbulence, but just as it was about to touch the black dot, she suddenly spun around and flung out a silkworm thread soaked in blood.

"then!"

Jiang Ye's broken sword suddenly flew through the air, its hilt striking precisely the silk knot she had thrown out.

The moment the black dot was caught in the silken net, the entire spacetime turbulence emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass.

Ye Shuli's retina suddenly flashed with countless images—a bronze compass spinning in the starry sky, the end of the God-Binding Chain connecting to a blood-red altar, and her own silhouette in ancient costume standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Shu Li!"

Jiang Ye's roar woke her up.

The black dot exploded into a vortex in her palm, and violent spacetime energy poured out like a flood bursting its banks.

The guardian suddenly let out a painful scream, and the chains around his neck began to crack inch by inch.

The two were thrown into the chaotic spacetime currents, their golden markings of their life-bound bond flickering on their skin.

Ye Shuli struggled to grab Jiang Ye's clothes, only to find that her fingers were becoming transparent—her modern soul and the anchor point of this world were being devoured by the black energy.

"Hold on tight..." Jiang Ye suddenly rolled over and wrapped her completely in his arms, his back shattering three fragments of spacetime.

His body heat burned into her shoulder blades through the blood-soaked fabric, while the fragments of time and space stuck in his back wriggled strangely with the energy fluctuations.

The guardian's figure began to blur, and the crisp sound of the Binding God Chains breaking mingled with the roar of energy.

Ye Shuli suddenly felt the black dot in her arms begin to collapse, and the spatial and temporal order clues that surged into her sea of ​​consciousness suddenly combined automatically into a star map—a certain coordinate was flashing deep within her mind.