Chapter 565: Dimensional Radar Wreckage Resonance

Ice crystals condensed into frost on the protective mask, Lin Yumian's breath condensing into ice prisms in the -89 degree air. The drilling machine suddenly emitted a piercing alarm, and the bronze array disk beneath the ice layer glowed with ghostly light, those gears engraved with the hexagrams of the *Lianshan Yi* beginning to mesh automatically.

"Cut the power! Everyone retreat to..." Her command was interrupted by a quantum resonance wave, three team members suddenly freezing in place, sword phantoms appearing in their pupils. The youngest researcher, Xiao Wang, let out an inhuman scream, his spine piercing through his down jacket, the sword-bone with neural synapses crystallizing into ice-blue in the cold wind.

When Su Yaoji's star-raft tore through the aurora and landed, it was raining swords in the Antarctic sky. Tens of thousands of ancient bronze swords pierced through the clouds, only to quantumize and dissipate before touching the ice sheet. She raised her hand to catch a phantom sword, her palm immediately burned with a blood-red hexagram—it was the "Heaven-Escaping Sword Technique" long lost to the Shu Mountain sect.

"The *Kan* and *Li* are reversed, Yin and Yang are clashing." Su Yaoji bit her fingertip and drew a blood talisman in the void, the cyan light erupted from the star marrow bead temporarily freezing the resonance wave. When she rushed into the research station, she saw Lin Yumian being strangled by data cables from a brain-computer interface, countless "Lin Yumiens" flying with swords on the holographic screen being pierced by sword light in different time and space.

The mournful cry of the Qingming Sword suddenly exploded in her consciousness, Su Yaoji's primordial spirit shaking violently. The scene of the Shu Mountain Sect Leader passing on the sword three years ago reappeared: the sword guard of that ancient sect-protecting sword was engraved with dragon clan secret texts identical to the Great Wilderness Heaven-Observation Instrument.

"Sever the data chain!" Su Yaoji threw out nine Purple Heaven Thunder talismans; amidst the sparks from the electronic equipment, the data cables on Lin Yumian's neck suddenly surged, the tips actually growing blade-like barbs. At the critical moment, the Λ-crystal brought back from the Mars base activated autonomously, Ao Li's afterimage appearing in the refracted cold light: "Use Chapter 7 of the *Void-Chong Scripture*... the frequency is 4.7THz..."

The ice layer shattered with a roar at this moment, and the bronze array disk ascended into mid-air, transforming into an armillary sphere a thousand meters in diameter. The rotating star rails suddenly projected holographic images: three hundred parallel space-time Shushan sects were collapsing, and the sword cultivators of every world were turning into light particles, surging toward the instrument's core—where a mechanical pupil composed of flying swords was suspended.

Lin Yumian suddenly broke free from her restraints, her temples extending fiber optics to insert into the console: "I see... all versions of me are..." Her vocal cords began to metallize, the sword-shaped code flowing beneath her skin transforming her flesh and blood into a quantum computer.

Su Yaoji's hairpin snapped, and three thousand strands of blue silk were instantly covered in ice frost. She sacrificed the Corpse-Dissolution Chapter of the *Yellow Court Scripture*, her physical body decomposing into basic particles in the cyan light, passing through layers of protective shields to reach the core of the armillary sphere. From a quantum perspective, she finally saw the truth—every sword cultivator's Nascent Soul was a miniature Great Wilderness Heaven-Observation Instrument, and the entire cultivation civilization was merely a living radar array cultivated by the dragon clan.

"So we are all bait..." As Su Yaoji's particle stream penetrated the mechanical pupil, a vast star map unfolded in her consciousness. Those rotating mechanical sword tombs were using gravitational strings to pluck time and space, harvesting the essence of every cultivation civilization like wheat. In the most distant nebula, she was shocked to see the Pavilion Master playing chess against a high-dimensional existence, the black pieces falling on the chessboard being the falling Shu Mountain.

Toward the core of that mechanical pupil. In an instant, the Λ-crystal erupted with brilliant light, echoing with the power within Su Yaoji's body, forming a powerful energy storm that stirred all quantum fluctuations into chaos. The mechanical pupil trembled violently, those originally orderly rotating flying swords beginning to collide frantically, and the operation of the armillary sphere also becoming disordered.

Lin Yumian's body swayed precariously under the impact of this energy, but she still held on, inputting a series of complex commands to the console through the brain-computer interface, attempting to stabilize the situation. Su Yaoji's seven orifices bled, but she gritted her teeth and persisted, fully controlling the power of the Λ-crystal, wanting to completely destroy this evil mechanical pupil.

Just at this moment, a giant tentacle suddenly extended from the void, reaching toward Su Yaoji. This tentacle emitted an eerie aura, twisting time and space wherever it passed. Su Yaoji felt a chill in her heart, gathering her spirit, manipulating the remaining spiritual power in her body, and preparing to meet this sudden attack…… ===== CHAPTER 566 =====