Chapter 584: The Civilization Graveyard of the Corrosion Era

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The fall lasted for seventeen time units—or seven hundred years, in the probability cloud there was no difference. Su Yaoji's wedding dress fragments were the first to hit the bottom, the moment the quantum embroidery on the hem made contact with the graveyard of tombstones, bronze-colored electric arcs burst forth. Those towering obelisks were covered in Ao Li's experimental numbers, from "Prototype" to "9527th Calibration Failed," every number flowing with the mechanical chanting of the *Nirvana Sutra*.

The moment Lin Jin's black blood dripped onto tombstone No. 9527, the entire probability cloud suddenly collapsed into a sea of liquid metal. The corrosion inscriptions on the surface of the tombstones activated into a nano-swarm, their buzzing wings tuning into the laughter of the First Generation Pavilion Master. Ao Li's phase cutter had just shattered the first wave of the swarm when she discovered that those metal fragments were reorganizing—every nano-bug carried a memory fragment of one of her experiments.

"Look at this calibration parameter!" Su Yaoji's roots pierced the decomposing insect corpses, and a holographic projection unfolded in the void: Ao Li's mechanical right arm was debugging a phase compass in virtual number space-time, the overflowing dark energy twisting three newborn universes into Klein bottles. When the compass needle crossed a certain critical value, the current galaxy suddenly materialized in the background—but it was merely marked as experimental waste in the corner of the console in a red area.

Lin Jin's quantum prosthetic eye suddenly loaded a gravitational wave spectrum. His black blood spread in the metal sea into a River Chart and Luoshu, and at the nodes of those hexagrams appeared a more terrifying truth—in the 1800th experiment, Ao Li gouged out her own heart as a calibration weight, and the overflowing Star Marrow energy nurtured the prototype of Lin Jin; the dark matter leaked in the 6943rd experiment was exactly the primordial soup component that constituted Su Yaoji's gene chain.

"So we are all error products..." Ao Li's mechanical spine suddenly burst with seven cracks, dragon clan secret scripts crawling between the cracks like trapped beasts. She tore off a rib that was currently quantizing and inserted it into the metal sea, the splashing waves congealing in the air into laboratory logs: the birth of the current universe originated from the 9527th experiment, when her wiping the lens—a redundant action—caused a phase offset of 0.79 arcseconds.

Su Yaoji's wedding dress suddenly floated up against gravity, the remaining quantum embroidery automatically piecing together into a calibration compass. When the needle pointed toward the galaxy, all the tombstones simultaneously projected holographic images—Ao Li in three hundred parallel universes was conducting the 9528th experiment simultaneously, and standing beside every experimental table were clones of Lin Jin and Su Yaoji, and marked on their gene maps were the words "recyclable error."

"Error correction program initiated." The voice of the First Generation Pavilion Master seeped out from the nano-swarm. The metal sea suddenly boiled, and countless swarms gathered into a bronze giant hand that grabbed at the three of them. Lin Jin's black blood saber severed two fingers, only to find that what gushed out from the fracture was Star Marrow champagne—those wine liquids with the luster of Λ crystals grew into miniature observation stations the moment they hit the ground, every observation window playing scenes of them being decomposed into fundamental particles.

Ao Li's phase cutter stabbed into her own quantum heart, gushing out not machine oil but dark matter spores. Those spores formed a Klein bottle structure above the metal sea, inside which curled the embryonic form of the current universe—through the semi-transparent bottle walls, one could clearly see that the galaxy was merely a grain of dust attached to the embryo's umbilical cord.

"To correct the error, one must become the error itself!" Su Yaoji tore apart the wedding dress fragments, her roots piercing into the Klein bottle embryo. When her gene chain connected to the embryo's core, the entire corrosion graveyard suddenly began to play the wedding march—every note was the wing-vibration frequency of a nano-bug, and every melody was rewriting the experimental numbers on the tombstones.

The moment tombstone No. 9527 collapsed into quantum foam, the three of them saw the ultimate truth: the First Generation Pavilion Master was standing in a laboratory in virtual number space-time, sticking the 9528th error label onto a new universe embryo. And the gene map of that embryo was synchronously updating all the struggle data they were currently experiencing in the graveyard... ===== CHAPTER 585 =====