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The moment I fell into the crack, a sharp pain shot through the back of my neck.
Arms reaching out from the Azure Bronze Gate grasped my ankles, their palms oozing green liquid that crawled up my legs, forming Oracle Bone Script.
"Hold your breath!"
Chen Xing's bloodied hand covered my mouth and nose. The golden hue in his left eye was devouring the last remnants of his pupil, while the right side of his face, transformed by Jade Transformation, cracked open to reveal bronze-colored bones beneath.
As the ice above us sealed shut, I heard the clattering of armor echoing around us.
Through the three-foot-thick ice, hundreds of Jade Transformation soldiers marched in perfect unison, surrounding Taihe Hall. The green blood congealed in their eye sockets dripped down with each movement, etching hexagrams onto the Han White Jade tiles below.
Suddenly, the sealed chamber emitted a high-frequency buzz as gamma rays pierced through the cultivation liquid, casting an eerie blue glow.
The birthmark on my wrist burned like a branding iron as the crimson walls of the Forbidden City twisted into gray brick buildings of Shanghai Concession amidst quantum ripples.
The shouts of rickshaw pullers overlapped with the sharp commands of eunuchs, while a long-gowned Accountant Master tumbled down the jade steps, scattering silver dollars like turtle shells.
"Get out of the way!"
Chen Xing's fully Jade Transformed right arm exploded into bronze fragments. In the rift created by Sword Edge, I glimpsed the date 2099 on a label attached to a cryogenic chamber.
His remaining left hand was visibly mechanizing at an alarming rate, gears grinding together as electronic sounds leaked from his throat: "Research institute... backup..."
The emperor's maniacal laughter shattered Glazed Tile.
His fingers plunged into the Seventh Prince's crown, and the young prince's essence transformed into Gold Thread that wove into the folds of his Dragon Robe.
The helmet of the Imperial Guard Commander suddenly burst apart, flesh and blood coalescing into a crimson figure before the throne.
As the last Golden Guard was drained into a desiccated corpse, the man on the dragon chair had already regained his youthful appearance; a Blood Pearl hanging from his fingertips solidified into Jade Agate mid-air.
"Blood sacrifice!"
I sliced my palm and pressed it against the Bronze Giant Gate.
Amidst the roaring Earth Veins, beams of light shot out from the crack like solar flares.
The Chief Minister's emerald armor vaporized in the laser's path, revealing her metallic skeleton as her right hand plunged into her Hair Bun, pulling out a golden Bu Yao that turned out to be a miniature signal transmitter.
The National Master's Taoist crown was blown away by residual waves, exposing a quantum chip implanted in his scalp.
His gnarled fingers suddenly twitched as they formed binary seals; cyber runes emerged on the surface of Taihe Hall's Coiling Dragon Pillar.
The bodies began to mechanically reorganize, their spines ejecting carbon fiber blades, while infrared rays illuminated from their eye sockets.
"Clause Three of the Jadeite Covenant!"
The Chief Minister's shrill voice crackled with electromagnetic noise.
A holographic projection descended from the dome of the Tai Chi Hall, and I saw myself from 2099 pressing my fingerprint on the agreement.
The figure in the white coat suddenly turned, and in unison with the emperor clad in a Dragon Robe, they declared, "Eliminate redundant samples."
A spark erupted from the half-CPU within Chen Xing's chest. His mechanized left hand suddenly gripped my throat, while his right arm, transformed by Jade Transformation, clutched his own wrist tightly.
In the midst of violent convulsions, I heard two voices tearing from his throat: "Li Mountain... nuclear... run!"
The remains of the Third Prince began to writhe.
The discarded emerald fragments abandoned by the emperor automatically pieced together into a jade seal. The moment it struck the holographic projection, the entire imperial city began to collapse.
The floor tiles of Qianqing Palace revealed fiber optic veins, and the gilded dome exposed its steel skeleton. The palace maids traversing the corridors dissolved into pixels.
The cries of an embryo pierced through my eardrums.
The baby in the Cultivation Pod opened its nine-layered pupils, its umbilical cord connected to tubes that were consuming the Jade Transformation soldiers.
I felt the protruding control chip at the back of my neck; the shadows of surgical lights from my past overlapped with the flames of a sacrificial altar on my retina.
Chen Xing's last piece of human skin completely fell away.
His gear-formed left hand suddenly pierced through his chest cavity, pulling out a sparking CPU and pressing it into my palm.
In the blue light of Quantum Entanglement, I saw twenty-three versions of myself simultaneously opening their eyes in the Cultivation Pod.
"The agreement... has failed..."
The Chief Minister's carbonized head suddenly cracked open.
From her ruby-encrusted lips came forth my voiceprint password.
As mechanical tendrils penetrated the emperor's chest, the Jade Agate in his hand resonated with the cries of the embryo, coalescing into a second moon above Tai Chi Hall.
The holographic projection suddenly distorted.
The version of me from 2099 raised an anatomical knife toward the camera, its tip aimed at the barcode on the baby's forehead—my lost employee ID, embroidered on the Chief Minister's skirt, and the serial number of Chen Xing's CPU.
As I lifted the tile, I saw countless versions of myself reaching out from the cracks.
"The temporal anchor points are about to align..."
Chen Xing's broken voice squeezed out these words, and his left hand, with gears grinding, suddenly pushed me toward the remnant jade seal of the Third Prince.
Before my consciousness faded, I heard the synthesized cries of a baby from Twenty-Three forming a chant: "The Jade Agate is complete, the Heavenly Gate will open!"
The entire imperial city suddenly fell into absolute stillness.
Floating azure blood coalesced into a quantum cloud, and the Chief Minister's mechanical tentacles hovered three inches from my throat, even the culture fluid on the embryonic eyelashes froze into crystal beads.
Only that blood-stained CPU remained hot in my palm, burning as if it would melt through time and space.
At the same time, cracks opened in the dome.
In each crack stood different versions of me—some in white coats, some in Dragon Robes, some in prison uniforms, others in space suits... We all raised our right hands simultaneously, and the birthmarks on our wrists formed a complete Star Map.
The moment the Beidou Seventh Star lit up—
A baby's umbilical cord suddenly tightened around my neck.
As the culture fluid rushed into my trachea, I heard explosions echoing from various points in the river of history.
Chen Xing's fully Jade Transformed Skull twisted into a grimace, and from his shattered CPU came a final warning laced with electrical static: "Don't let the Jade Agate... return to Li Mountain..."
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