Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

She saw a sacred mountain rising from the earth in ancient times, towering into the sky. Immortals played chess on its summit, and mythical beasts frolicked on its slopes. Then, the world changed drastically, and a powerful being used his supreme magic to split the sacred mountain in two. One half remained in the real world as Cloud Mist Peak, while the other half was sealed in a separate space.

She saw a thousand years later, a white-robed monk standing atop Cloud Mist Peak, holding a jade key, into which he poured his life's cultivation. The monk had a kind face and looked exactly like Master Yiyuan.

Finally, she saw a baby girl in swaddling clothes placed beside a stone tablet at the foot of Cloud Mist Peak, with an ancient ring around her neck...

"Ah!" Qiao Jingjing suddenly opened her eyes and found herself still standing in the thatched hut, with the first page of the "Heavenly Secrets Scroll" in her hand already turned.

She instinctively opened her palm, and the ring that had disappeared for a long time reappeared.

Her fingers gripped the antique ring tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. The ancient runes engraved on the ring's surface now gleamed faintly with gold, echoing the mark between her brows.

“So none of this is a coincidence…” she murmured to herself, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"It seems you've already seen it," the gatekeeper's voice came from behind. "This ring is the key connecting the two dimensions."

Qiao Jingjing's breathing quickened: "That baby girl...was that me?"

The gatekeeper didn't answer directly, but instead pointed to the "Scroll of Heavenly Secrets": "Keep reading, and you will understand everything."

She looked down at the pages of the book, where golden words appeared:

"Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and so is the sacred mountain. Whoever obtains this scroll shall bear the responsibility of uniting the two into one."

As she was reading, the words on the page suddenly transformed into a stream of light and entered her brow.

Qiao Jingjing felt the spiritual energy within her body surging wildly, the power crashing through her like a tidal wave. She clutched her head in pain, her legs buckling and she almost collapsed to her knees.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, slamming the book shut, only to find that the golden characters had detached from the paper and transformed into streams of light that flowed toward her brow.

An unprecedented force surged into her meridians like a flood. Qiao Jingjing's legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees, clutching her head tightly with both hands.

The force was so immense, it seemed to be tearing her body apart. Every bone, every blood vessel screamed in protest against the sudden impact.

Her temples throbbed, and a strange heat rose from her dantian, flowing along her meridians to her limbs and bones.

"Hold your breath and concentrate, do not resist." The gatekeeper's voice seemed to come from a great distance, "This is the memory within your bloodline awakening."

Immediately afterwards, a soft light enveloped her body. The light was like a spring breeze sweeping across a frozen river, guiding the raging spiritual energy to flow in an orderly manner.

Qiao Jingjing was panting heavily, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead. She could feel the spiritual energy in her body rearranging and recombining to form a completely new circulation path.

She gritted her teeth and persevered, gradually adapting to this power.

"Breathe, follow the flow of spiritual energy," the gatekeeper instructed, his palm hovering three inches above Qiao Jingjing's head, the light emanating from his palm.

Qiao Jingjing forced herself to calm down and closed her eyes to feel the changes in her body.

The spiritual energy, which had initially been like a wild horse, was now gradually becoming docile, flowing along some ancient path through her meridians.

A strange feeling welled up inside her—these pathways seemed to have always existed within her, only to have been forgotten for a long time, and now they were finally being awakened.

Fifteen minutes later, the spiritual energy finally stabilized.

Qiao Jingjing slowly opened her eyes and found that her vision had become exceptionally clear; she could even see the dust particles floating in the air clearly.

She tried to move her fingers, and an unprecedented feeling of power spread from her fingertips throughout her body.

"Is this... Master Yiyuan's legacy?" she asked softly, her voice slightly hoarse from the pain she had just endured.

The gatekeeper withdrew his hand, and the light dissipated.

He nodded, a look of satisfaction on his face: "Exactly. The master foresaw a great calamity that would befall the world, and only by reuniting the two mountains could this world be stabilized. And only someone possessing the bloodlines of both realms could accomplish this."

Qiao Jingjing's mind went blank, as if some barrier had been suddenly shattered.

She suddenly understood why she felt a strange familiarity with the mountains in the space; it wasn't just a normal sense of déjà vu, but a memory deeply ingrained in her blood!

“So I am…” Her voice trembled slightly.

"A descendant of the guardians of the sacred mountain." The gatekeeper nodded, his eyes filled with a hint of reverence.

"Your parents perished in the cataclysm, entrusting you to Master Yiyuan. The Master used supreme Buddhist teachings to split your soul in two, leaving one half in this world and sending the other half to another. He then used his last strength to create this space, awaiting your growth into adulthood."

This truth shattered Qiao Jingjing's chaotic memories like a lightning bolt.

The Qiao Jingjing of the modern world and the Qiao Jingjing of today are never two different people. They are two parts of the same being that have been divided, just like the sacred mountain that has been split in two.

"No wonder..." she murmured to herself, those strange dreams flashing through her mind, "No wonder in my dreams you said we were intertwined, indistinguishable from reality; no wonder you told me you'd waited for me for so long; and no wonder every space upgrade was exactly what I needed..."

All the clues finally connected to form a complete picture. There was no such thing as time travel; she simply returned to her original form, like a separated river flowing back into the sea.

"Chirp chirp!" The little fortune that had been quietly perched on her shoulder suddenly let out a sharp chirp and took flight.

The bird's feathers began to emit a rainbow of light, which grew stronger and stronger until it illuminated the entire hut.

"Master! I remember now!" The bird's voice was no longer its usual childish chirping, but a clear, resonant echo. "I am a guardian spirit bird of the mountain, sent to protect you!"

Qiao Jingjing watched in shock as her companion, with whom she had spent every day, transformed in the light. Fa Cai's size gradually increased, its feathers became more magnificent, seven different colored light bands extended from its tail feathers, and a golden halo appeared above its head.

In the blink of an eye, a majestic, seven-colored phoenix floated in the air, its eyes gleaming with wisdom.

"Get rich...you..." Qiao Jingjing was speechless for a moment, the flood of information almost crashing her brain.

The gatekeeper smiled slightly: "It seems your memories are gradually returning. Not only that, everything in this space exists to help you complete your mission."

Qiao Jingjing stared in shock at Fa Cai, whom she had been with day and night; the amount of information was too much for her to process.

She forced herself to calm down and asked the most crucial question: "How can I merge the two mountains?"