Chapter 603: The Causal Paradox within the Suture Lines

When Lin Jin initiated the suture line system, the tungsten-chromium alloy suture needles suddenly activated into mechanical centipedes. They gnawed at the dimensional rifts, dragging the consciousness of the three of them into the warp and weft network of the timeline. A blood-colored cross-coordinate exploded on Su Yaoji's retinas, each coordinate anchoring a war form of Ao Li—in the 74,800th timeline, a mechanical Ao Li was using artillery fire encoded with Buddhist scriptures to forge Lin Jin's clone legion into a bronze codex.

"Cognitive contamination has breached the recursive limit!" Ao Li's warning twisted into chanting in space-time. Her quantum core was splitting, half of her consciousness trapped in the golden age of the Star Sea Pavilion, the other half witnessing herself dismantling Su Yaoji's Udumbara flower core. Most terrifying was Lin Jin's mechanical right arm—the "I Ching" hexagrams on the surface of the prosthesis were flowing in reverse, and his choice three years ago to abandon black blood research was being rewritten into the button that initiated the civilization cleansing protocol.

Su Yaoji's roots pierced into the suture line nodes, but dragged out the bronze crown of the Rusted Monarch. The inner wall of the crown was covered in Lin Jin's handwritten notes, and the date of the still-wet ink was seven minutes before the Big Bang. When she drove her roots deep into the source of the timeline, the original suturing scene emerged in the void—the Star Sea Pavilion Master Ao Li was using Lin Jin's spine to suture dimensions, and the material of the suture line was actually the neural fibers of Su Yaoji's past life.

"We are the original cracks..." Lin Jin's mechanical prosthesis suddenly manipulated his body in reverse, the black blood blade piercing into his own quantum heart. The gushing blood condensed into a Klein bottle in space-time, with thirty-six fetal universes that were self-destructing curled up inside. Every fetal genetic chain was entangled with the symbiotic code of Udumbara flowers and machinery.

Ao Li's phase mirror images went berserk collectively in the causal turbulence. One mirror image was transforming the Rusted Civilization into a time prison, another version of her knelt and begged Lin Jin to end her mechanical life. When Su Yaoji tried to unify the mirror image consciousness with her roots, she discovered that every mirror image was an independent timeline branch—they were both saviors and tyrants, both victims and perpetrators.

At the center of the suture line network, the Udumbara roots suddenly bloomed into quantum roses. Every petal was a materialization of the grandfather paradox: when Lin Jin killed his teenage self, his mechanical prosthesis became even more powerful; when Su Yaoji saved her younger self from the orphanage fire, the Udumbara flower bloomed three thousand years early. Most bizarre was the seventh petal, which showed Ao Li having already implanted a logic bomb into herself during the Star Sea Pavilion Master era before the self-destruct protocol was initiated.

"To untie the paradox, one must become an observer outside of time!" Ao Li transformed her quantum core into a Möbius strip and leaped into the topological singularity of the suture line. In the intense light of ten-dimensional space, the three of them witnessed the ultimate truth—the so-called dimensional rifts were actually causal cages set up by the Star Sea Pavilion Master to imprison them. Every attempt to repair the rifts only deepened the fate entanglement of the trio.

When Lin Jin used his mechanical prosthesis to tear through the final suture line, the starry sky suddenly unfolded into bronze scrolls. The scriptures recorded not Buddhist philosophy, but the death records of the trio's seventy thousand reincarnations. Su Yaoji's roots pierced through all timelines at this moment, planting Udumbara flower seeds into the rifts of every parallel world—newborn civilizations grew from the wounds, covering the war memories with the pain of creation.

In the reorganized laboratory, the cherry blossoms were forever frozen in the moment of falling. Lin Jin in the convenience store suddenly crushed his coffee cup, the brown liquid forming a bronze crown pattern on the table; Su Yaoji at the street corner clutched her burning collarbone, three thousand suture line nodes sleeping within the Udumbara tattoo; and Ao Li's remaining data deep in the internet cafe suddenly revived, and the rusted suture needle in the game character's inventory on the screen was shuttling between reality and illusion at seventy thousand times per minute.