Chapter 567: Parallel World Interface within the Suture

The cold light in the morgue flickered suddenly at 3:00 AM, and the scalpel in Qin Ye's hand hovered above the spine of the seventh corpse. Those glowing blue suture lines were wriggling beneath the skin like awakened centipedes. When he used tweezers to pick up the thread end, the entire corpse suddenly sat up, a scream mixed with thirty-seven languages erupting from its chest cavity: "Don't pull... the Heaven-Secret Pavilion is watching..."

Su Yaoji's star marrow compass shattered the glass window and flew in, barely blocking the black pus sprayed by the corpse. She ignited True Samadhi Fire at her fingertips to illuminate the autopsy table; in the firelight, every stitch of the suture lines revealed the hexagrams of the *Lianshan Yi*. "This isn't ordinary corpse thread," she tore open the corpse's rib cartilage, "it's a cross-dimensional umbilical cord."

The pus condensed on the stainless steel table into the pattern of the rust-red moss from the Tokyo subway. Qin Ye's pupils suddenly dilated—the back of the neck of the drowning victim he had handled three days ago was emerging with the same glowing suture lines. When he retrieved the electronic files, an even more horrifying scene appeared: in the autopsy photos of all the victims, that ancient corpse from the ruins of the Heaven-Secret Pavilion was always lying in the background corner, and the time of death was listed as 9:00 AM tomorrow morning.

"The causal chain is growing in reverse." Su Yaoji's crane cloak swept over the corpse cabinets, and twelve freezers popped open simultaneously. The suture lines on the spines of every corpse were weaving together in the air, forming a flesh-and-blood Klein bottle structure. When Qin Ye touched the glowing nodes, his retinas suddenly reflected three hundred parallel versions of himself—every "Qin Ye" was dissecting the same corpse, and the degree of the corpse's decay varied with the entropy of the universe.

The scalpel suddenly pierced the void, and a tongue with barbs extended from the rift to coil around Qin Ye's wrist. Su Yaoji threw out bronze coins to sever the alien beast, only to find the dragon patterns on the coins being rewritten by the suture lines. "It's the Taotie meridians!" She crushed the star marrow bead, Ao Li's afterimage appearing in the cyan light: "The Heaven-Secret Pavilion is weaving the multiverse with beast bloodlines, these suture lines are..."

The afterimage was shattered by a suddenly descending pressure. Black grease seeped from the morgue walls, gradually condensing into the face of the Pavilion Master in his youth. In his hand, he toyed with the Λ-crystal from the Mars Buddha Wheel incident, and curled up inside the crystal was a miniature clone of Su Yaoji. "Time to close the net," the Pavilion Master's lips did not move, but his voice came from the new suture lines on the back of Qin Ye's neck, "the fate-farming field is mature."

Qin Ye's white coat suddenly ignited, revealing the glowing suture lines winding across his spine. Those thread ends disassembled autonomously, weaving a star map in the air—it was precisely the trajectory of the black blood Buddha wheel Su Yaoji had seen at the Mars base. "So I am the last prey..." He grabbed a bone saw from the autopsy table and slashed toward his own spine, but the splashing blood droplets condensed into quantum chips in mid-air.

Su Yaoji's primordial spirit forcibly left her body, seeing a terrifying truth in the quantum horizon: in the ruins of the Heaven-Secret Pavilion in every parallel world, the degree of decay of that ancient corpse precisely corresponded to Qin Ye's vital signs. When her divine sense penetrated three hundred layers of dimensions, she discovered that the same nameless corpse was recorded in the medical systems of all universes—the time on the death certificate was reverse-calculated from 2123 AD to 2023 BC, exactly the year the dragon clan observation station crashed.

"Use the *Yellow Court* Corpse-Dissolution Chapter!" Ao Li's afterimage suddenly emerged from Qin Ye's pupils, "Take your causal lines..." Before she could finish, the morgue suddenly collapsed into a Möbius strip, the corpses infinitely reorganizing in the form of Penrose stairs. The Pavilion Master's figure chuckled in the dimensional fold, the Λ-crystal in his hand absorbing the fate energy gushing from the suture lines.

Qin Ye's spine split open completely, and what emerged was not spinal cord but a bronze armillary sphere. Those gears meshed with *Tui Bei Tu* hexagrams, transforming Su Yaoji's star marrow compass into a reverse-running clock. When the minute hand jumped back three ticks, she realized with horror that she had returned to the scene of the Moon Annihilation Battle three years ago—the moment Ao Li was pierced by the black blood Buddha wheel, the outline of unformed suture lines was faintly visible on her spine.

"So the reincarnation is here..." Su Yaoji's hairpin pierced the time-space bubble, blood in a state of quantum entanglement splashing onto the armillary sphere. The gears suddenly jammed, and the shattered primordial spirit of Qin Ye revealed the full picture of the Heaven-Secret Pavilion: it was a flesh-and-blood computer built from ten thousand cultivator corpses, the suture lines of every corpse connected to a version of himself in some parallel world. And suspended in the center of the computer was the ancient corpse that was constantly growing in reverse—its decaying fingertips clutching Su Yaoji's gene map.

The Pavilion Master's figure reorganized in the center of the armillary sphere, dragon clan secret texts flowing beneath his skin: "Farming Gu for three thousand years, finally waiting for a vessel whose fate is perfectly synchronized." The Λ-crystal erupted with brilliant light, every cell in Su Yaoji's body beginning to quantumize, and three hundred parallel versions of "Su Yaoji" being dragged toward the Heaven-Secret Pavilion through the suture lines.

Qin Ye's final consciousness transformed into a bronze scalpel, piercing his own quantumized heart: "Use my fate to counter-devour..." His flesh and blood suddenly boiled, and all the forensic pathologists in all parallel worlds raised their scalpels simultaneously. When ten thousand blades pierced ten thousand armillary spheres, the Heaven-Secret Pavilion's flesh-and-blood computer suddenly overloaded, and the ancient corpse's decay rate surged a thousandfold.

Su Yaoji grabbed the Λ-crystal in the dimensional storm, the star marrow tattoo resonating with the dragon patterns on the Pavilion Master. When the crystal shattered, she saw the ultimate truth—the so-called fate-farming field was a trap set by the dragon clan to resurrect the First Generation Observer, and a clone of the Observer's spine was hidden on the back of every chosen "vessel." And those corpses growing in reverse were the countdown to the Observer's resurrection in different dimensions.

The moment the flesh-and-blood computer exploded, Su Yaoji leaped into the suture line rift, holding Qin Ye's shattered primordial spirit. In the time-space turbulence, she saw Ao Li's star marrow left eye flickering at the end of the galaxy, and in the ruins of the Heaven-Secret Pavilion in all parallel worlds, that ancient corpse finally opened its eyes—in its pupils were three hundred rotating black blood Buddha wheels. ===== CHAPTER 568 =====