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

Just as Qiao Jingjing's consciousness was wandering between the two worlds, the ring suddenly burst out with unprecedented light, and intense spatial fluctuations swept through the entire ring space.

"Master, look!" Fa Cai cried out in terror. Qiao Jingjing looked up and saw that the crack in the sky was rapidly widening, and the phantom images of two mountain peaks were slowly emerging from the crack. One was towering and majestic, shrouded in clouds and mist; the other was made of steel and iron, piercing straight into the sky.

"They're going to collide!" Fa Cai's voice trembled with fear.

Qiao Jingjing felt dizzy, and two memories flooded her mind at the same time: in ancient times, she was standing on the top of Yunwu Peak, holding the "Heavenly Secrets Scroll"; in modern times, she was lying in a hospital bed, wearing the same ring.

Two forces collided violently within her body, and a voice that transcended time and space rang in her ears:

"Qiao Jingjing, you must become the bridge!"

Suddenly, Qiao Jingjing felt an unprecedented energy burst forth from the ring, and her body began to glow, merging with the ring's light.

The moment the two phantom images of the mountain peaks collided in the air, Qiao Jingjing transformed into a beam of light and shot straight into the sky!

"Master! No!" Fa Cai's cries faded into the distance.

The next moment, Qiao Jingjing found herself standing between two mountain peaks, with a bottomless abyss below. She opened her arms, letting the light from the ring surround her, and the final chapter of the "Heavenly Secrets Scroll" echoed in her ears:

"Time and space are unified, bloodlines are connected. The body serves as a bridge, bridging Yin and Yang."

Qiao Jingjing smiled slightly and closed her eyes. She felt herself disappearing, yet being reborn in countless timelines. When the light faded, the ring space returned to calm, the two mountain peaks perfectly merged, and clouds and steel intertwined to form a magnificent peak connecting the past and present.

In a modern hospital, the electrocardiogram monitor suddenly emitted a piercing alarm, and Qiao Jingjing, lying on her hospital bed, opened her eyes...

After a moment of stunned silence, she realized she was lying in a hospital bed.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds onto her face, and the smell of disinfectant was mixed with a hint of sandalwood.

She raised her trembling hand and noticed an antique silver ring on her ring finger, its surface engraved with intricate cloud patterns.

"Heart rate 130! Blood pressure 190!" The nurse's panicked shouts came from the corridor.

Qiao Jingjing suddenly sat up, her mind flooded with complete memories: the cultivation atop Cloud Mist Peak, the wondrous spectacle of the merging of the two realms, the sensation of touching her palm with another version of herself... and the final message from the ring: "When you wake up, you will understand."

"I remember now. Give me a little time, I'll come find you soon."

When the attending physician and nurses rushed into the ward, they found only an empty bed.

Where is the patient?

"They were just here a moment ago, and I didn't see anyone come out."

In the villa in the west city, a beautiful woman carried an exquisite fruit platter up to the study on the second floor and snuggled up to the man. "Zhan Jun, have some fruit."

She handed him a piece of pear and gently relaxed his shoulders and neck with both hands.

Seeing that the man didn't react, she said, "Jingjing has been treated for so long and it cost the family so much money. I don't mind, but I feel sorry for you because it's not easy for you to earn money."

“What kind of talk is that? I, Qiao Zhanjun, can afford to spend this little bit of money. Besides, she is my own daughter.”

Hidden in the space, Qiao Jingjing couldn't help but sneer and secretly sprinkled some powder on the woman's body.

"That's your daughter, not mine. You gave all your money to that living dead person, why should you?" After saying that, she immediately covered her mouth. Damn it! How could she have blurted out what was on her mind, and she couldn't stop herself from saying it.

Qiao Zhanjun never expected his usually gentle and considerate wife to say such a thing, and his face immediately darkened. "Wu Meixin, it seems I've been too lenient with you. How dare you talk to me like that?"

"If it weren't for your stinking money, do you think I'd be willing to grovel like that? You dog of a man!"

Wu Meixin broke down as she spoke, begging for help to understand why things were going on like this. Even though she tried to shut herself up, she couldn't help but continue her outburst.

Qiao Zhanjun was stunned by the string of insults; he had never seen Wu Meixin like this before.

Wu Meixin panicked. She frantically gestured with her hands, trying to stop those vile words from coming out of her mouth, but it was all in vain.

Qiao Jingjing watched this scene from the shadows, feeling immensely pleased. She added some more powder, and Wu Meixin's voice grew even louder, revealing all her grievances, schemes, and machinations within the Qiao family over the years.

"Let me tell you, I also angered that bitch of yours to death. Who knew she was so fragile? A few words and a few photos were enough to make her collapse. And your bastard daughter, why does she get so many dividends?"

"Hahaha, God really is kind to me! That bitch got into a car accident, good for her! All this wealth came from me being safe and sound, why should she take it!"

"You bastard, you didn't expect this, did you? Ping An is my child, and has nothing to do with you. It's just a pity that your own flesh and blood is now lying in the hospital half-dead. Hahahaha."

Qiao Zhanjun's face grew increasingly grim; his fists clenched, and veins bulged on his forehead. "Fine, very well indeed!" he laughed angrily. "I, Qiao Zhanjun, was truly blind to have been deceived by you for so long!"

Wu Meixin collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face, and was still uncontrollably uttering nasty words.

"Who is the adulterer? Tell me!" Qiao Zhanjun grabbed her by the neck and roared.

Wu Meixin said with difficulty, "He is a hundred times, a thousand times better than you. You deserve to be cuckolded. I'm not going to tell you. I'm going to make you a cuckold for life."

Enraged, Qiao Zhanjun lost his temper and grabbed an ashtray, smashing it at Wu Meixin. She quickly died.

Qiao Jingjing looked at the chaotic scene, a smile playing on her lips.

"110? I want to report a case. Someone has died in the Qiao family's house in Building xx of Xicheng Villa."

The next day, news that the chairman had accidentally killed his wife and been taken away by the police spread throughout the Qiao family business, and the already small company was now in even greater panic.

As Qiao Jingjing emerged from the detention center, she looked at the documents signed by Qiao Zhanjun in her hand and gave a mocking smile, "You'll spend the rest of your life repenting in prison."

Soon after, Qiao Jingjing, the eldest daughter of the Qiao family, suddenly appeared at the company's senior management meeting, forcefully stating that she would take over the company and announcing that she would sell the company to another leading enterprise for 100 million yuan.

The other shareholders wanted to object, but the chairman had already agreed to hand over full control of his company to Qiao Jingjing, and with his signature, they had no compelling reason to object and had to give up. In any case, the merged company was one of the top in the country, so they weren't at a loss.

After getting the money as quickly as possible, Qiao Jingjing went to see Qiao Zhanjun again and told him that the company had been sold, the money was all in her hands, and the two half-children had been taken away by their maternal grandmother.

Qiao Zhanjun was furious. "I only entrusted the company to you temporarily, not to sell it. You unfilial daughter, I really regret trusting you."

"You regret it now? Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to regret it for the rest of your life. Don't worry, I've already found you a lawyer. I can definitely get you convicted of manslaughter. My dear father, please don't die. If you die, who will repent for my mother?"

Having settled everything and fulfilled her wish, Qiao Jingjing returned to the neighborhood where her mother lived and found the Bodhi tree.