Another Dimensional Immortal Cultivation Tale: The Divine Doctor Against the Heavens

Before the carved bed in Prime Minister Yun's residence, the mysterious woman's words boomed like thunder. Yun Hai felt a wave of dizziness and barely managed to stand by holding onto the headboard. The woman slowly stepped forward, her fingertips gently tracing the sword scar on Yun Hai's wrist. The wound left in the divine realm was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Mother…” Yunhai began, his voice trembling, but found the other’s aura both familiar and strange. The woman turned and pushed open the sandalwood window, gazing at the falling peach blossoms outside and sighing softly: “I am not your birth mother, but your sword spirit from a thousand years ago.”

"Sword spirit?" Hai Tian gripped his longsword tightly, the tip pointing directly at the woman's back. "What exactly do you want?"

The woman chuckled, a ball of blue flame forming at her fingertips: "Back then, you sacrificed your heart's blood to the sword, allowing me to take human form. Now that gods and demons have merged, it's time for me to complete my final mission." As she turned, a resolute glint flashed in her eyes. "Remember, the true enemy is not gods or demons, but time."

Before she could finish speaking, the woman suddenly transformed into a sky full of starlight. Yunhai hurriedly reached out to grab her, only managing to grasp half of a blood-stained jade pendant—the very token of her love with Haitian!

"Watch out!" Lin Yihai suddenly burst through the door. "The spatial-temporal turbulence outside is devouring everything!"

Yunhai rushed to the window and saw that the once clear sky had cracked open with countless black fissures, and the beams and pillars of the Prime Minister's residence were twisting and disappearing. She hurriedly took out silver needles from her medical space and, following the meridian diagram in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic, inserted them into her temples: "Quick! Use the silver needles to seal the meridians and prevent them from being torn apart by the spatial turbulence!"

Hai Tian and Lin Yihai performed acupuncture as instructed, but suddenly the jade pendant fragment on Yun Hai's chest emitted a blinding light. The entire mansion vanished in the light, and when they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a desolate ancient battlefield.

"This is... a battlefield between gods and demons a thousand years ago?" Hai Tian kicked away the broken sword at his feet, and the inscription "cloud" on the hilt made his heart skip a beat.

The sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses echoed from afar. The leading female general held a long sword, and the cloud-patterned embroidery on her battle robe was exactly the same as the jade pendant in the cloud sea.

"That's... me?" Yunhai stared incredulously at the female general's face.

"Indeed, these are fragments of your past life's memories." A familiar voice rang out, and Xuanxiao Divine Lord walked over, bathed in the crimson moonlight. "The fusion of gods and demons has caused a temporal distortion. You must correct history, or you will be trapped in the prison of time forever."

"Revise history?" Lin Yihai rolled his eyes. "Easy for you to say, we don't even have weapons!"

Yunhai suddenly noticed the altar in the distance, on which was enshrined a divine artifact identical to her jade pendant. She gripped the fragment tightly, feeling the resonance within her bloodline: "I remember now, it was here that I made a pact with the divine phoenix."

"Wait!" Hai Tian suddenly pointed to the sky, "Is that... a modern fighter jet?"

In the clouds, several J-20 fighter jets were launching missiles to bombard the ancient military camp. Yunhai's pupils constricted; she recognized the insignia of the special forces she had served in her previous life!

"Space-time turbulence has caused different dimensions to converge!" Xuanxiao's expression turned grave. "We must stop modern technology from interfering with the ancient seal, or history will be rewritten!"

"Leave it to me!" Yunhai bit his finger and drew a talisman in his palm. "Lin Yihai, use your lightning magic to interfere with the fighter jet's radar; Haitian, come with me to the altar to repair the divine artifact!"

As the three split up, Lin Yihai was suddenly struck by a laser beam. He stared at his translucent hand and screamed in terror, "I'm disappearing!"

"Hold on!" Yunhai was extremely anxious. "This is a spacetime repulsion reaction; we must correct it as soon as possible!"

She and Haitian finally reached the altar, only to find that the divine artifact had been destroyed by modern weapons. Yunhai trembled as she inserted the jade pendant fragment into the groove, when suddenly she was sucked into a new memory—

"Master, are you really going to give up all your cultivation to seal away the gods and demons?" the sword spirit asked, tears welling in its eyes.

"It's worth it for the peace of the six realms." The female general smiled as she pierced the jade pendant into her heart. "If there is an afterlife, I want to be an ordinary person and stay with my beloved."

In reality, Yunhai felt a sharp pain in her chest, and blood stained her clothes. Gazing at the distant sea and sky locked in combat with fighter jets, she suddenly understood: rewriting history meant giving up the happiness of this life.

"No!" she roared, crushing the jade pendant to pieces. "I don't want to be a savior, I just want to be with Haitian!"

The entire spacetime turbulence suddenly froze. Xuanxiao appeared before her, his eyes showing a rare look of admiration: "You have broken the law of causality. Now you have two choices—stay in ancient times to complete the seal, or return to the modern world, but your lover will forget you forever."

Yunhai gazed at the blurred figure on the sea and sky, tears streaming down her face. She reached out her hand, trembling, only to see the spatial rift before her eyes abruptly close...

When Yunhai opened her eyes again, she was lying in a hospital bed in a modern hospital. Amidst the smell of disinfectant, her best friend Xiaoqian was holding her hand, crying, "You're finally awake! You fell off a cliff during a mission and were in a coma for three years!"

"Where's Haitian?" Yunhai asked anxiously, looking around.

Xiaoqian was stunned: "Who is Haitian? Are you talking nonsense?"

Yunhai trembled as she touched her chest; the jade pendant was long gone. She looked out the window and saw a familiar figure wiping a sniper rifle on the special forces training ground.

"Report!" The soldier suddenly stood at attention and saluted. "Major Yun, your injuries haven't healed yet; you can't get out of bed!"