Chapter 563

The needle of the green jade compass spun wildly, and Su Yaoji suddenly opened her eyes. The quantum barrier of the Purple Mansion Cave on Ultimate South Mountain was trembling at high frequency, and the electronic candles before the Three Pure Ones statue sputtered deep‑blue sparks. She raised her hand to press her brow, and the Star Marrow bead on her Dao hairpin emitted a piercing chill — this was a meme‑contamination alarm specially crafted by the Pavilion Master.

The holographic screen unfurled in the void, and the surveillance footage of the Great Ci'en Temple of Everlasting Peace made her pupils contract sharply. The eighteen‑meter‑high mechanical Udumbara was blooming at the center of the Buddha hall; as its nanometer‑scale petals unfolded layer by layer, the Avatamsaka Sutra engraved on the titanium‑alloy surface suddenly twisted into a Klein‑bottle symbol. The mathematician monk Yuanjue, who was deducing the chaos equation, had black crystalline fluid seeping from his iris.

'Boundless Longevity Blessing!' Su Yaoji flung the bronze sword from her sleeve, and from the space‑time rift cut by the blade surged violet heavenly thunder in a Quantum Entanglement State. As she stepped through the portal following the Yu step, the temple's morning bell rang in unison, and the sound waves condensed in the air into countless golden swastika symbols.

The Mahavira Hall had turned into a purgatory; the mechanical Udumbara's alloy pistil sprayed a data stream, and the worshippers struck by it were being pixelated. Su Yaoji saw an elderly woman's right arm disintegrate into countless Buddhist sutra characters, and the verses of the Diamond Sutra, like living cockroaches, were crawling along her blood vessels toward her heart.

'Yuanjue! Stop the algorithm!' Su Yaoji's crane‑feather cloak fluttered loudly, and nine jade tablets inscribed with the Yellow Court Scripture circled her body. Yet the mathematician monk seated before the Udumbara had already mutated, his cranial vault split with fine cracks, and countless nerve filaments bearing binary code were connecting to the flower stalk.

The mechanical Udumbara suddenly emitted a Sanskrit chant, and its sound waves shattered Su Yaoji's protective jade talisman. She staggered backward, discovering that her Dao hairpin was melting; on the surface of the green jade marrow appeared blood‑line cracks identical to those of Mars‑infected individuals. In the nick of time, a voice from deep in her memory rang out — Ao Li's voice: 'Use chapter seven of the Chongxu True Classic! Those petals are an entropy‑reversal algorithm!'

Su Yaoji bit her tongue tip, and fresh blood drew the primordial trigrams in the air. When the forbidden spell touched the mechanical Udumbara, the entire flower collapsed into a singularity, and space‑time within a hundred‑li radius began to twist. She saw the incense burner's smoke and dust solidify into the Buddha Mothers' hand seal, and the sutra‑chanting cleaning robot suddenly grew human eyes.

'One thought, three thousand…' Yuanjue's last testament dissipated in the dimension fissure, and Su Yaoji's compass needle suddenly pointed toward Mars as her quantum communicator blared a piercing alert — the twelve archaeological team members at the Ring Mountain base were hovering in the isolation chamber in the bizarre posture of the human Feilian formation.

As Su Yaoji's star‑raft pierced Mars' atmosphere, her Dao hairpin suddenly let out a dragon's roar. Outside the porthole, the summit of Olympus — which should have been silvery white — was surging with a tar‑like black tide, and at the moment the landing craft docked, the holographic screen automatically projected an ancient stele inscription; the cuneiform characters re‑assembled to form the Pavilion Master's youthful visage.

'Three cun at the Kun position, seven calamities at the Zhen palace.' Su Yaoji silently recited the Purifying Heart Mantra, and from her sleeve flew bronze coins covered in heart seals. The instant the isolation chamber door opened, the nine copper coins formed the Big Dipper formation, trapping the gushing black crystalline fluid within an electromagnetic barrier.

The twelve floating corpses simultaneously turned their heads, and the black fluid welling in their eye sockets suddenly congealed into Lín Jìn's visage. Su Yaoji's fingertips twitched slightly, and the scene of the lunar annihilation battle three years ago flashed in her mind — Ao Li's left Star Marrow eye had shattered in just such a black tide.

'Supreme Platform Star, respond without cease!' As the Dao hairpin pierced the sixth corpse's temple, the green jade marrow shattered completely. Amidst the flying shrapnel, Su Yaoji saw the horrifying truth: in each archaeological team member's vertebral fissure, a nerve filament bearing the Tui Bei Tu hexagram was extending, and these flesh‑and‑blood code chains had become quantum‑entangled with the forbidden Daoist Canon she carried.

The ventilation system suddenly spewed black blood, and the droplets condensed in mid‑air into an Ouroboros‑shaped meme code. Su Yaoji's crane‑feather cloak ignited with True Samadhi Fire, and as the firelight illuminated the chamber walls she discovered that the etched 'Blood‑Devouring Canon' was re‑assembling, gradually revealing the truth of the ancient Martian civilization's relics: the wreckage of a Dragon Clan observation station that had crashed three hundred years prior, whose hull markings perfectly matched the Pavilion Master's palm print.

Lín Jìn's quantum communication forcibly linked in at this moment: 'They are in the Gene Map... the Buddha Mothers are entropy‑increase…' The warning tone suddenly turned into a mechanical Sanskrit chant, and a black‑blood Buddha Mother wheel appeared on Su Yaoji's retina. When she activated the Zihui Mijian with her last natal essence‑blood, she finally saw clearly the microscopic clones drilling out of the corpses' skulls — hundreds of infant‑shaped Lín Jìn clones, each tethered by an umbilical cord to the central Λ‑crystal vertical pupil of the Buddha Mother wheel.

At the instant the explosion's shockwave tore the base apart, Su Yaoji, in the dimension fissure, beheld the ultimate answer: all Daoist heart seals are the self‑destruction procedure etched into humanity's genes by the First Generation Observers, and within Ao Li's shattered Star Marrow left eye was reflected the apocalyptic vision of the entire solar system plunging into a Klein‑bottle.