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

The flares from the bronze star map exploded into fragments of gold in Jiang Ye's pupils.

The spiritual patterns on his right arm had spread to his collarbone, and the dark golden meridians seeped into Ye Shuli's back like molten metal.

The two floated in the center of the collapsing quantum cloud, their reflections, torn and distorted by the spatial folds, reflected in the 360 ​​bronze mirrors.

"Don't let go!" Ye Shuli's nails dug into Jiang Ye's bleeding shoulder blade, as modern physics formulas and fragments of spiritual roots collided in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Those laboratory memories that should have dissipated are now backfiring along Jiang Ye's spiritual veins—he took ninety percent of the spacetime tremors for her, and his protective aura at the Spirit King realm was shattered, leaving only fragments in his heart.

The bronze beads of blood coughed up by the old man hung in mid-air, each drop reflecting a different timeline of the hospital corridor.

Ye Shuli suddenly saw his face under the broken mask: his left eye was a mechanical pupil covered with circuit boards, while his right eye was filled with curvature particles that she had synthesized in a modern laboratory.

"Three seconds left to anchor the coordinates!" Jiang Ye suddenly bit his tongue and used his blood essence to draw a forbidden totem of the Spirit Clan in the void.

Ye Shuli simultaneously slashed her wrist, and the DNA helix of the modern person precisely meshed with the ancient talisman.

The quantized fragments of memory suddenly came to a standstill, like the Milky Way that had been paused.

When the last bronze chain broke, Ye Shuli finally read the old man's true memory frequency—it was the initial code that she had accidentally activated in the laboratory three months before she transmigrated.

The shattered star map gears suddenly reformed into a double helix structure, pulling the two people's consciousnesses into a certain overlapping spacetime.

"You knew all along!" Ye Shuli grabbed Jiang Ye's primordial spirit amidst the torrent of consciousness.

Those so-called coincidental lightning tribulations and the spiritual herbs that appeared at just the right time in the secret realm have all turned into scorch marks on Jiang Ye's primordial spirit.

He had already used half of his cultivation as a spacetime anchor when he was still at the Spirit King Realm, just to catch this cross-dimensional fall.

The old man's mechanical left eye suddenly shed bloody tears.

The moment Ye Shuli shouted out the laboratory's security code, all the gears that were meshing in opposite directions suddenly burst out with blue light.

The remaining protective energy in Jiang Ye's chest transformed into a golden cocoon, enveloping the two of them. The sound of the bronze altar collapsing was mixed with the echo of a 21st-century heart rate monitor.

When the spatial-temporal turbulence subsided, Ye Shuli found herself holding a piece of warm bronze in her palm.

Those were fragments of Jiang Ye's spirit patterns that had peeled off, but now they revealed the curvature constant from her graduation thesis.

The old man's lingering image, which should have disappeared, is recombinating into a blurry figure wearing a stethoscope not far away.

“Energy resonance frequency 98.7%—perfectly matches the particle collision data from the day of the crossing.” Ye Shuli pressed the bronze fragment into Jiang Ye’s chest, watching as his newly formed spiritual patterns gradually manifested the structure of a Klein bottle.

A metallic creaking sound came from afar, like gears meshing again, but this time it sounded like the crisp clinking of surgical instruments.

As the last quantum flare dissipated, the totem beneath their feet transformed into a superposition of laboratory radiation protection symbols and modern magic arrays.

As Ye Shuli gazed at the lingering bronze star map in the void, she suddenly revealed her first genuine smile since transmigrating—the coordinates of the dancing light spots on it were clearly the location markers of the 3,600 fatal wounds that Jiang Ye had shielded her from over the years.

The Klein Bottle runes in Jiang Ye's palm suddenly trembled.

Ye Shuli immediately pressed her fingertips against his wrist pulse. The data stream and spiritual energy ripples from the 22nd Century Laboratory unfolded simultaneously on her retina—it was the Soul-Devouring Curse planted by the leader of the Demon Sect before his death three days ago when they were wiped out.

"The energy residue is excessive in the southeast seven o'clock direction." Before Ye Shuli could finish speaking, Jiang Ye had already thrown out three bronze chains.

The tip of the chain pierced precisely into the folds of the void, tearing out a cloud of quantized blood mist that reeked of a foul stench.

Modern molecular formulas and ancient sealing arrays automatically generated a double barrier beneath their feet.

Three stars suddenly lit up on the Time Guardian's cloak.

The old man raised his hand and opened a spatial rift, about to protect them into a safe zone, when Ye Shuli suddenly projected Jiang Ye's spirit runes into the center of the blood mist.

The previously rampant curse energy suddenly curled up into a ball as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and was completely devoured by the Klein bottle structure.

"Use topology to break the Soul Eater Curse?" The Guardian's mechanical left eye flashed with data streams; this was the first time he had spoken voluntarily in three hundred years.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Ye transformed the spirit runes into a Möbius strip, trapping the last trace of curse energy within the infinitely looping dimensional interlayer.

Ye Shuli wiped the blood and sweat from her forehead, the image of the incandescent light in the laboratory flickering deep in her pupils: "You should have detected the residual curvature particles in our bodies. This energy is a deadly poison to any irregular dimensional matter." She deliberately exposed the still-bleeding wound on her wrist, where the modern medical protective membrane and the Spirit King's Qi were forming a rainbow-colored halo.

When the last wisp of blood mist was completely pulverized by the Klein bottle, Jiang Ye suddenly staggered and knelt on one knee.

As if she had anticipated this, Ye Shuli supported his lower back and fed him the elixir she had prepared in advance—the Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Grass that they had risked their lives to obtain in the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons half a year ago.

When the drug took effect, the complete formula for breaking the Soul Devouring Curse appeared on the scorch marks on Jiang Ye's chest.

"A closed loop of cause and effect." The star map on the Guardian's cloak suddenly went out, and the mechanical voice carried an unusual tremor.

He raised his hand and pointed at the void, and the spacetime rift that would normally take a hundred years to heal rapidly closed before their eyes.

Countless bronze gears spewed out from the cracks, but the moment they touched Ye Shuli, they transformed into the quantum model in her graduation thesis.

As the last tremor in the world subsided, Ye Shuli suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye's hand and pressed it to her heart.

The ripples of their resonant DNA manifested in the void, revealing themselves to be the double helix key needed to restore the order of spacetime.

The guardian finally removed the shattered mask, revealing a face identical to that of Ye Shuli's lab mentor.

“You said that the conservation of energy is an ironclad law.” Ye Shuli threw the blood-stained bronze fragments into the air, and the fragments automatically arranged themselves to form the experimental parameters of that day. “But you didn’t tell us that it’s not just energy that is conserved—but also fate.”

Jiang Ye suddenly chuckled, and the newly formed spiritual patterns on his neck formed a DNA chain shape: "Old man, you saw that we were interdependent a long time ago, didn't you?" He ignited spiritual fire at his fingertips and melted the fragments of lightning tribulation he had collected over the past three years into a ring.

When the ring was slipped onto Ye Shuli's ring finger, the star map coordinates from when they first met appeared on it.

The mechanical structure of the Guardian's left eye suddenly collapsed, revealing the pulsating curvature particles behind it.

He raised his hand and wrote a string of glowing code in the air; it was the last protective program that Ye Shuli modified before she transmigrated.

Countless bronze chains rose from the ground, but turned into rose petals the moment they touched the two of them.

"Let's go." Ye Shuli suddenly pulled Jiang Ye onto the last fragment of the star map. "Once the real laboratory protection system is activated, this place will be reorganized into..." Her words were cut off by Jiang Ye's sudden kiss.

The heartbeat of the 21st century resonated with the mental cultivation techniques of the Spirit King Realm, shaking the world and reducing the bronze gears that had not yet completely dissipated to dust.

As the starlight illuminates the earth once more, a shimmering projection of a Klein bottle appears beneath the Guardian's feet.

He bent down and picked up a blood-stained rose petal, on which a series of modern chemical equations were engraved with spiritual power—it was the spacetime stabilizer formula that Ye Shuli had secretly left behind during their kiss.

"The story isn't over yet," the old man suddenly murmured to the air, and the curvature particles in his left eye suddenly began to rotate counterclockwise.

Behind him, in the shadow of the bronze altar that should have vanished completely, a fold of time and space the size of a fingernail was slowly pulsating.

As the last rose petal fell to the ground, a faint electronic sound, similar to that of a heart monitor, emanated from the folds of the rose.