The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

"exactly."

Xia Mi's pupils ignited with a molten gold-like glow, and her voice suddenly became ethereal, as if coming from the other side of the rift in time and space:
"This is the true killing of gods. It is not about destroying the body or the soul, but about letting the Tower of Truth that the Supreme Alchemist has spent his entire life building... be sentenced to death by the mathematical laws that he trusts the most."

"The Black King's supreme authority is called the 'Spinning Wheel of Fate', which can weave the rules for the operation of all things. But Kungunir inserted an infinitely recursive spindle between the gears of the spinning wheel. Every time fate tries to correct itself, a more complex secondary paradox will arise on the basis of the original paradox, until..."

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The liquid mercury in the hall suddenly boiled, and Xia Mi's dripping blood condensed into countless scarlet crystal clusters in the mercury mist. These crystals spread and grew along the Klein bottle particle grid, dyeing the four-dimensional hypercube into a strange red and blue color, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

Zhao Qing stared at the looping lines on the tip of the crystal cluster that kept splitting, and suddenly added: "But the Black King obviously foresaw this attack. The essence of His cocoon is..."

"It's the infinite recursion of the four-dimensional cell!"

Xia Mi's eyes lingered on that line of formula, flashing with fireflies-like light: "While the conventional cocooning only cycles in a single timeline, the Black King's consciousness cavity splits exponentially in the four-dimensional manifold - each sub-cell contains all the information of the parent cell, but also derives new branches of destiny."

Countless crystal-like polyhedrons rose from the mercury pool, and each crystal seemed to contain a miniature black dragon embryo.

Zhao Qing noticed that the morphology of these embryos showed a logical progression: from reptiles to pterosaurs to complete black dragons, the evolutionary tree formed a nested and self-consistent evolutionary cycle in the four-dimensional projection.

"This is the truth of 'Twilight of the Worlds'." Xia Mi's fingertips slid across the surface of the crystal, stirring up layers of golden-red ripples. "When Odin's paradox attack was triggered, the Black King took the initiative to collapse his core consciousness into the Aleph Node - a four-dimensional point containing infinitely recursive sub-cells."

"The destruction of each sub-cell will release new Gödel's propositions, which will trap Kungunier's logical virus in an infinitely self-referential Möbius strip."

Zhao Qing suddenly smiled, and squeezed a drop of blood from his fingertips into the mercury pool. "So, the fall of more than 8,000 years ago is just a surface narrative - the Black King's true consciousness is playing an eternal game with Kungunir's paradox in the infinite cells. When a sub-cell breaks through Gödel's incompleteness..."

"A new operating system that is compatible with the paradox will be born." Xia Mi blew away the formula gently. "In order to speed up this process, I am sure that the Black King has a backup plan. He hid a certain absolutely neutral underlying protocol in... the field that the pure-blooded dragon race disdains the most."

The dodecahedron alchemical creation reappeared, and countless virtual element crystal clusters intertwined in the air to form a tree-like network spanning three and four dimensions. With a slight movement of Zhao Qing's mind, he pressed his fingertips on its rotating surface, and a torrent of virtual divine thoughts as vast as a sea of ​​stars swept over.

At the deepest point of the information turbulence, she saw the answer to her question: the ultimate vulnerability patch for the Black King’s power…was written into the recessive gene chain of the hybrids.

……

“Now that we have touched the boundaries of the alchemy of fourth-dimensional consciousness—perhaps it’s time to discuss more substantial cooperation.”

Xia Mi was silent for a long time, then suddenly took a step forward.

Then, the Ouroboros constructed by the Void God's thoughts opened its dark golden vertical pupils and licked her long hair with its forked tongue. The star sand flowing between its scales suddenly surged, projecting a double helix alchemical array at the feet of the two people:
"Based on the activated spiritual element alchemical matrix and in conjunction with this Ouroboros that has given birth to self-awareness, we can definitely conclude an oath of alliance that goes beyond the ordinary dragon blood contract."

Zhao Qing noticed that each particle of star sand reflected the overlapping images of the two people. Twelve illusions flashed alternately on the surface of the Klein bottle, as if they were in countless parallel time and space and were acting in sync: "A Möbius strip of causality evidenced by blood?"

"To be more precise, it is a topological chain embedded in a four-dimensional alchemical cavity."

Xia Mi stretched out her hand and grasped the phantom snake's seven inches, squeezing it into three intertwined DNA chain structures: "Blood alliances are divided into three levels. The first level is gene exchange, which is equivalent to using alchemy to carve the terms of the contract into the DNA spiral."

"The second level of consciousness reflects and builds a thinking pathway at the Boltzmann brain level. This will open up the consciousness corridors of both parties and share the thinking bandwidth. In the words of the Buddhist scriptures, it is like opening the firewall of the Alaya consciousness - of course, it can also encrypt the memory code and mosaic the privacy."

The next moment, countless memory fragments exploded before Zhao Qing's eyes: a dragon wearing bronze armor, an embryo curled up in a cocoon, and even the moment when he was speaking.

She immediately realized that the other party had taken the initiative to open up the underlying structure of consciousness and projected the memory cells into the shared alchemical field.

"What about the third level?" Zhao Qing's question instantly shattered the memory illusion.

DNA began to explode into a nebula, and a rainbow bridge stretched out between the myriad points of light, from which Xia Mi's sigh rang out:

“As for the third level of the spiral of fate…” The nebula collapsed into a strange structure like a black hole, but it collapsed in an instant before it took shape: “At least the alchemy attainments of the Black King, White King, and Odin are required.”

"Only with the support of sufficiently powerful authority can the narrative logic of the past and the future be rewritten, and the two causal lines can be twisted into an absolutely self-consistent spiral. It requires the alliance to be a necessary and sufficient condition for each other's existence, just like a quantum entanglement state that cannot be separated. Therefore, the first two levels are sufficient."

She thought for a moment and added, "Although there is no real evidence, I strongly suspect that the two emperors, the Black and White Kings, had already exchanged the oath of the 'Spiral of Fate'. Otherwise, it would not have taken the former six epochs to wipe out the latter. The blood alliance is not about the level of strength, but the sincerity in one's heart."

"enough."

Zhao Qing raised his hand to intercept the scattered stardust. He thought that there might be a contract of this level between Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze. The fact that the Black and White Kings were fighting against the backlash of the Blood Alliance just explained Nidhogg's weakness after the battle.
"Tell me the specific terms? For example, the price of breaking the oath."

The snake's head suddenly raised up and bit Xia Mi's ring finger, but she threw out a drop of blood mixed with gold thread:
"Genetic pollution or a tsunami of consciousness - it depends on the degree of breach of contract. Ouroboros is the arbitrator of the contract. It can adjust the binding force in real time according to the will of both parties, just like installing a continuously variable transmission on an engine."

"When the alliance needs to be temporarily terminated, all that is required is for the Ouroboros to enter a four-dimensional curled-up state—but an equivalent collateral must be paid."

"Deal!" Zhao Qing smiled slightly, then pressed her palm on the center of the platform. The strong light from the alchemical matrix swallowed up the second half of the sentence. Countless golden threads emerged from her pores, entangled with the spiritual elements floating in Xia Mi's hair, forming a cocoon.

As if in a cocoon of starlight, the Philosopher's Stone quickly dissolved in the mercury vapor, transforming into countless tiny star-shaped dodecahedrons that embedded themselves into the temples of the two. The Ouroboros let out a clear dragon roar, and its body coiled into an ∞ symbol that sank into their brows.

In an instant, Zhao Qing felt ripples in the depths of her consciousness, a torrent of information beyond language rushing through thousands of alchemical circuits. She saw the bronze city rising from the ground in Xia Mi's memory, and Xia Mi glimpsed the star map of the sword tomb floating in Zhao Qing's spiritual platform.

The difference from the first time is that the former was just a simple memory image, while the latter was like a deeper level of consciousness.

"This is a 'side effect' of the reflection of consciousness."

A dragon scale-like spot of light appeared behind Xia Mi's ears. "When the blood oath reaches the second stage, our spiritual elements will build a shared cache area in the tamed virtual god's mind, which can transmit consciousness to the other party's spiritual sea when dying, which is equivalent to having an extra chance to cocoon." Her real purpose was finally revealed at this moment: it turned out that she was worried about her own personal safety and wanted to have an extra layer of powerful protection.

Simply put, there is no need to separate power to make eggs like the Bone Bottle, and the resources for cocoon resurrection can be transferred to the allies - this is a secret method of soul alchemy that has never appeared in the historical records of hybrids, and it also represents the trust condition for breaking down barriers.

They have no bias towards the dragon race, nor do they have the desire to devour their own kind. They also have a common interest with each other, which led to the emergence of this high-level blood alliance.

The dodecahedron crystal suddenly burst out with strong light, illuminating the entire hall.

Countless bronze gears seemed to emerge from the void and began to mesh along the established alchemical circuit. Zhao Qing noticed that each gear surface was etched with miniature dragon characters, and the vibration waves generated by their rotation were rewriting the local space-time constants.

"With the Philosopher's Stone as a sacrifice and the Ouroboros as a witness, I, Jörmungandr, the King of the Earth and the Mountains, will fight alongside Zhao Qing until all the blood is shed."

Xia Mi bit her tongue and sprayed her blood on the rotating gear array, which caused strange indigo ripples. Her voice was so light that it sounded like she was reciting some ancient eulogy: "This oath will run through the existing and unexisting Nibelungen until the end of the timeline..."

Zhao Qing put her fingers together like a sword and cut open her palm, letting the blood drip onto the meshing of the gears. Her mind finally touched the original code at the deepest part of the alchemical matrix. It was an equation that was so simple that it was shocking: Consciousness = Dimension × Loneliness
The dark red halo spread along the alchemical circuit, and the double helix projection of the two people's DNA emerged inside the starlight cocoon. When the two gene chains began to entangle, the entire hall suddenly fell into absolute silence - even the sound of the mercury beads falling to the ground was quietly erased by some kind of rule.

"The gene lock has been unlocked."

Xia Mi's pupils shrank into vertical lines, and a faint shadow of dragon wings spread out behind her. A certain alchemical realm beyond the cognition of dragons and humans was quietly gestating in the collision of two completely different consciousnesses: "The key to power and authority is about to condense in your mind and mine."

At some point, the liquid mercury in the array evaporated into an indigo nebula, and then transformed into liquid gold under the power of the contract.

Xia Mi's long hair swayed without wind.

She felt that something unprecedentedly sharp was gathering in her mind, as if someone had forged the Kunlun Mountains into a sword embryo, and then repeatedly tempered it with the Milky Way star sand for nine thousand days and nights - it was not a physical weapon, but a conceptual map interwoven by countless Dao rhymes.

As the sword moved, the yin and yang energies rose and fell like the tides. She saw the stars floating in the vast universe suddenly have a rhythm, and the trajectory of each grain of sand seemed to conform to the curvature equation of the four-dimensional manifold.

When the active spiritual consciousness brushed across the sword, there was actually a sound of metal clashing that echoed in his heart, splitting open all the obscure aspects of his past practice and revealing a clear and bright heart of Tao.

Zhao Qing suddenly chuckled and raised her hand to catch the golden lotuses falling from the sky. Countless alchemical formulas washed over her sea of ​​consciousness like a galaxy waterfall. From the basic mercury-sulfur reaction to the orbital array covering the planet, the nested formulas constructed a three-dimensional elemental periodic tower in the void.

The frequency of the earth veins suddenly became clear, as if the entire planet had become a brass globe in the palm of one's hand:

"The structural model of the dragon clan's words can be developed to hundreds of millions in pure theory, as numerous as the types of chemical substances in the world... far exceeding the limit of the number that people imagined in the past..."

When she focused her attention on a certain world line, the corresponding alchemical formula automatically completed the model: "The vibration of the world line... So this is the perspective of the observation branch. Concluding a blood alliance actually has such an amazing additional effect?"

"Because I bet 25% of the Dragon King's authority on it."

Xia Mi looked at the Ouroboros that had gained physical flesh and blood and was lying limp on the ground. It was at the same level as the next generation species and was whimpering softly. She smiled:

"It seems that my bloodline recognizes your way of understanding the truth. Those alchemical formulas will be automatically deduced according to your thinking, just like the inherited memory of pure-blooded dragons."

"It is I who have taken advantage of you. I will definitely repay you in the future."

Zhao Qing condensed the plucked golden lotus into the shape of a hiltless sword and placed it in front of him. Before the sword energy was released, fine cracks had already appeared in the entire space.

Those cracks were not physical damage, but topological punctures left when the four-dimensional sword intent pierced through the three-dimensional boundary membrane. It was like a reappearance of the "Word Spirit Judgment": "Are you ready to set off and return to the other side of the space channel?"

The same authority, because one's own strength, spiritual realm, mental intensity, and level of cultivation are far superior to the other, the effects exerted are also very different.

"Not bad." Xia Mi nodded, took out several pills and swallowed them one after another: "After staying here for several days, my brother must have eaten all the potato chips. It is hard to let him live in an abandoned subway station with an empty stomach. Lonely children are really pitiful."

"The poor baby really needs better care."

Zhao Qing smiled faintly and replied, "I have already prepared the materials for building an alchemical matrix that can allow Fenrir to escape from the Nibelung and move freely... However, this is not the real key - further testing Odin's depth and seizing the holy remains left by the White King are the next main tasks."

"The White King's Sacred Remains from the R-Original Islands? With the bloodline rank of the four great monarchs, it should be impossible to directly devour and digest it."

Xia Mi, who had obtained relevant information from Zhao Qing, knew very well that this thing had definitely been targeted by many forces, big and small, but there were only a few who could pose a threat to her with her powerful backing:

"Defeat the Sheqi Eight Clan and the mastermind behind it, and come back after we get what we want. No need to worry about the filtering 'container' of the White King's descendants."

"In my opinion, a character like Uesugi Yue is dead, so be it." As a Chinese dragon, she had a bad impression of this half-war criminal: "Capturing him secretly, so that he can be used as a parasite for the Holy Relics to exchange blood when necessary, is like finding an alternative way out."

"Don't think about acting on your own initiative or doing things at will. During the battle, you must follow my coordination and command. We are carrying out a just action with a legitimate reason, and we cannot let you ruin its reputation..."

Zhao Qing said solemnly, pointing out the key point: "Besides, who knows if Herzog's so-called blood exchange method can really fully obtain the power of the White King without any hidden dangers? After all, he is the master of spiritual elements, how can he usurp his throne so easily?"

"What I need is the knowledge and intelligence stored in the White Emperor's memory for thousands of years, rather than the crude power and force that comes purely from bloodline. The former concentrates the essence of the entire dragon civilization during its heyday, while the latter is only the icing on the cake in terms of military strength."

"Compared to power, knowledge, wisdom and will are more eternal. They will continue to increase in value over time and can be continuously shared with others, not limited to one person."

"I see. You want the White King's 'memory bank', not His 'source of power'. We really can't trust all the technology developed by the usurper." Xia Mi shrugged and said nothing.
"When the time comes, I will definitely follow your instructions, Master, and beat whoever you tell me to beat... But let's make it clear that if we encounter a first-generation or higher target, reinforcements must be sent in time! And don't forget the funds!"

...(End of chapter)