When the bloody engagement in the world of cultivation collides with quantum physics, this desperate love spanning nine dimensions will require the use of mathematical formulas to rewrite the laws of heaven.
When Ling Mohan woke up in his nine hundredth reincarnation, he finally discovered a fatal flaw in the system's mission - every time he pierced Su Liyue's heart with his own hands, the quantum computer in the modern laboratory would overflow with coffee stains. The cold pool in the world of cultivation is his anchor for eternal life, and it is also the cage for the observation and experiment of nine-dimensional civilization. And the Holy Maiden of the Medicine King Valley who he killed nine hundred times is sending a binary love letter to himself in the twenty-first century through the miniature black hole at her collarbone.
"Warning: Sentiment variables pollute core code"
Amidst the roar of mechanical sounds, Ling Mohan's ice blade formed a non-Euclidean geometric killing formation, and Su Liyue's silver bell rang out the quantum tunneling frequency. When the crossbow arrow of the Law of Cause and Effect in the Netherworld tore the membrane of space and time, Su Liyue in the two worlds grabbed his wrist at the same time - in the cultivation world, her wound opened up the Yang-Mills equation, and in the modern world, she compiled the divorce agreement into gravitational waves.
This is a wedding performed using a recursive function:
Every drop of blood is a Fibonacci code, and every death is a proof of the Riemann Hypothesis.
When the system forced them to use NP-complete problem solving to fall in love and kill each other, Ling Mohan had an epiphany at the moment when Su Liyue collapsed into a black hole - the so-called nine-life reincarnation is just the ultimate experiment of higher-order civilizations on "whether love can reverse the increase in entropy."
"You have to continue to be the subject of observation..."
"Or will it become the axiom of the new universe?"
