Chapter 577: The White Hole Jet at the End of the Suture

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When Ao Li's mechanical arm pierced the dimensional suture point, the joints made of neutron star material glowed with a bizarre bronze color due to the high temperature. Black blood gushed from the Λ crystal pod on her spine, congealing into hexagrams of the *Lianshan Yi* in the absolute zero void. Lin Jin's quantum prosthetic eye suddenly overloaded—he saw every drop of black blood splitting into infinitely recursive Möbius rings, nested within which were the moments of Su Yaoji's death in different space-times: some nailed to a lunar crater by a Star Marrow spear, some shredded in a Klein bottle by characters of the *Duren Jing*, and in the freshest image, she was being buried alive by her own wedding dress.

"Kan position, nine stars; Return to Ruins reopens!" Su Yaoji's hairpin drew a bloody River Chart in the void, but it melted into quantum foam the moment it touched the white hole singularity. Her wedding dress suddenly floated up against gravity, the Udumbara flowers embroidered on the hem automatically disassembling into superstring code, transforming the entire dimensional suture point into a Star Marrow furnace.

The moment the black blood made contact with the white hole, creation matter gushed out like a supernova explosion. Lin Jin's mechanical heart suddenly stopped beating, and three hundred layers of holographic projections exploded on his retina—in every universe, he was wandering through time and space holding Su Yaoji's corpse: some drifting in the galaxy on fragments of the Mars Buddha Wheel, some trapped in a cage composed of *Huangting Jing* characters, and in the oldest image, he was carving an epitaph for the First Generation Su Yaoji clone at the dragon clan observation station.

"The causal chain is back-flowing!" Ao Li's mechanical dragon scales peeled away one by one, revealing the bronze Buddha bones hidden beneath the alloy. Her phase cutter suddenly activated autonomously, the blade piercing the suture lines of three parallel space-times. Lin Jin saw that in those severed dimensional membranes, every Ao Li was repeating the same action: injecting black blood into the white hole, pushing Su Yaoji's corpse into the singularity, and transforming herself into a human-shaped tombstone.

Su Yaoji's gene chain quantized at this moment. Her hair split into a data torrent, every strand of black hair connecting to the mechanical arm of an Ao Li in some universe. When the Udumbara pattern spread from her heart to her pupils, the memories of three hundred laboratories awakened simultaneously—in twenty thousand cycles, she had always been the operating system of the dragon clan observation station, while Lin Jin and Ao Li were merely replaceable input/output terminals.

"You have finally finished loading all the protocols." Ao Li's mechanical spine suddenly burst open, and the brains of seventy thousand Su Yaoji clones hung down like a bunch of grapes. Her vocal cords vibrated at the frequency of the First Generation Observer, and the entire white hole jet began to collapse into characters of the *Diamond Sutra*. Lin Jin's black blood saber stabbed toward Su Yaoji uncontrollably, but decomposed into binary Buddhist beads the moment it touched the wedding dress.

Su Yaoji's fingertips inserted into her temples, and Udumbara roots emerged from the cracks in her skull. Those roots, carrying stardust, pierced the dimensional membranes, weaving the erupting creation matter into a cocoon. In the quantum horizon, Lin Jin saw the terrifying truth—curled up inside every cocoon was an embryonic version of himself and Ao Li, and the patterns on the surface of the cocoon shells were exactly all the wedding scenes they had experienced.

"Formatting begins." Dragon clan secret scripts appeared in Su Yaoji's pupils. The white hole jet suddenly reversed, and creation matter flowed back into Ao Li's shattered mechanical body. Lin Jin's gene chain completely unwound at this moment, his black blood transforming into *Nirvana Sutra* encoding that seeped into the dimensional suture lines, carving twenty thousand experimental data points into the cosmic strings.

When the last Udumbara cocoon closed, the sigh of the First Generation Observer shattered nine parallel universes. Su Yaoji's wedding dress dissipated into stardust, and destruction records for all terminals appeared on her bare skin. And at the absolute singularity of the dimensional suture point, the remains of Ao Li, numbered 9527, suddenly opened her mechanical eyes—on her Λ crystal core, a countdown for the 9528th experiment was slowly emerging... ===== CHAPTER 578 =====