Chapter 572: Dimensional Membrane of Fuel Infiltration

Ao Li's mechanical fingertips had just touched the dimensional interface when the liquid fuel flowed backward along the bronze patterns into blood. Dark matter boiled in the nano-pipes, the dragon scale sensor plates on the back of her hand exploding one after another, the splashing metal fragments condensing into mandala flower buds in mid-air. Lin Jin's quantum prosthetic eye overloaded instantly, 360 layers of alarms exploding on his retina—those buds were not floating with dew, but countless cosmic clocks flowing backward.

"Cut the power!" Lin Jin's vocal cords tore in the seventh repetition. His movement toward the console twisted suddenly, his right leg passing through the floor and sinking into the void—the entire laboratory was splitting into nine dimensional slices. When he grabbed the quantum stabilization cable, he saw the imitation skin on his left hand being pierced by mandala roots, flower stamens carrying gears blooming from his flesh and blood.

Su Yaoji's Daoist robe suddenly ignited with cyan flames. She pressed her heart and took three steps back, the flowing light of her star-dome gown reflecting ten thousand afterimages in the dimensional oscillation—every reflection was a version of herself in a different time and space, either gouging out her eyes before the Mars Buddha Wheel, or breaking her arms in the Moon Annihilation Battle, the youngest phantom not even born yet, her umbilical cord already coiled by the black blood Buddha wheel.

"This isn't a fuel leak..." Ao Li's mechanical arm emitted the humming of ancient dragon clan language, the entire alloy skeleton emerging with *Lianshan Yi* hexagrams, "The observation station is restarting!" The moment she tried to withdraw her arm, the liquid fuel suddenly materialized into a blood-red waterfall. Lin Jin saw that in every splashing blood droplet, a slow-motion scene of Su Yaoji being pierced by a spear was imprisoned: in some time and space, a bronze armillary sphere was inserted in her heart, in some dimensions, her brain was nailed with quantum chips, and in the freshest scene, a hairpin was piercing from the back of her neck into her throat.

The glazed floor of the laboratory suddenly became transparent. Beneath Su Yaoji's bare feet, nine layers of dimensional membranes peeled away like an onion. Deep within the sixth membrane boundary, the dragon clan battlefield of thirty thousand years ago was reenacting—the First Generation black blood poured down like a living galaxy, swallowing the remains of Mechanical Buddhas and star marrow warships. Her Udumbara flower pattern came alive at this moment, cyan-gold light pulses like roots piercing her skin, weaving into a superstring network in the void.

"You were engraved into the causal law long ago!" Ao Li's dragon horns erupted with purple lightning, attempting to sever the superstring network. The moment the arc touched the light pulses, the laboratory dome suddenly reflected the back of the moon—the Λ-crystal array Su Yaoji had personally buried three hundred years ago was transforming the entire solar system into a mandala flower core.

Lin Jin's quantum prosthetic eye suddenly burst. The splashing crystal fragments reorganized into an armillary sphere in the air; through the broken lens, he saw the ultimate truth: every blood-red petal was a curled-up time-space ring, and Su Yaoji's trajectory leaping toward the sixth membrane boundary was the mandatory program for the mandala to bloom. His mechanical heart over-clocked at this moment, pumping not coolant, but black blood carrying *Sutra of Salvation* encoding.

"Stop her!" Ao Li's roar shattered three dimensional slices. Her dragon tail swept across the collapsing fifth membrane boundary, but the star marrow scales atomized the moment they touched Su Yaoji—those Udumbara flower patterns entwined on the superstring network were the embodiment of the highest authority of the dragon clan observation station.

The moment Su Yaoji fell into the sixth membrane boundary, three thousand strands of blue silk transformed into a data torrent. Her pupils reflected the funerals of seven layers of universes: the Earth of the first layer turned into a flesh-and-blood Buddha wheel, the sun of the second layer was transformed into a Λ-crystal, the Milky Way of the third layer curled into a Klein bottle... When she looked back in the quantum horizon, she saw Ao Li's mechanical arm had completely turned into a mandala, and Lin Jin was sewing himself into the dimensional interface with neural cords carrying barbs.

"Fate is not recursion..." Su Yaoji tore her star-dome gown, and the figure of the Pavilion Master emerged amidst the brilliant light erupted from the superstring network. The black blood Buddha wheel in his hands was absorbing the mandala petals of all dimensions, and suspended in the center of the Buddha wheel was, shockingly, the quantum embryo she had given birth to at the Mars base three hundred years ago.

The collapse of the sixth membrane boundary suddenly stalled. Su Yaoji's superstring network pierced the time-space singularity, and amidst the vibration of the cosmic strings, she heard the whisper of the First Generation dragon clan observer—every vein of those blood-red mandalas was a causal chain of her ten thousand reincarnations. When the first petal unfolded completely, she finally understood that she had not leaped into a dead end, but into the only common womb of all parallel time and space.

The laboratory turned into stardust amidst a roar. Ao Li's mechanical arm bloomed with the final mandala, and Lin Jin's quantum heart stopped beating. And deep within the sixth membrane boundary, Su Yaoji's fingertips touched the embryo within the blood-red stamen—in the amber vertical pupils opened by that child, three hundred Mechanical Buddhas were simultaneously plucking flowers and smiling. ===== CHAPTER 573 =====