Chapter 46: The Truth of the Children's Rhyme: The Final Resolution of the Homologous Bond

A drop of blood fell into the void, splashing not water but ripples of green code that spread in layers.

Shen Yan’s finger still hung in mid-air, less than an inch away from Ye Shi’er, yet the countdown alarm tearing at his Spiritual Consciousness rang incessantly like a death warrant: “Soul Tear Countdown: Ten seconds… nine… eight…”

“Stop the nonsense!” Shen Yan gritted his teeth, forcing a trace of his heart’s essence blood to surge from the tip of his finger toward their clasped wrists. “I’m giving you a Patch right now!”

The moment their blood mingled, the Data Storm abruptly stalled. Ye Shi’er’s body, which had been disintegrating into pixelated blocks, briefly solidified. The red light in his eyes faded slightly as his lips moved: “Brother… do you remember that song Mom used to sing when we were kids?”

“What song?” Shen Yan cursed while using his Mental Power to stabilize the protocol channel. “Now’s not the time for a flashback! Hold on for three more seconds, and I’ll give you the Administrator Permission!”

Before he finished speaking, a silvery-white Sword Qi pierced through the air, streaking like a meteor through the chaotic Data Streams. It coiled precisely around the two of them.

The Frost Soul Sword plunged into the ground as Ye Zhao stepped forward, her long hair billowing without wind. Her Sword Intent transformed into countless fine Data Streams, weaving into a Binary Sword Formation in the air that sealed off the entire area.

“Your Program is missing an external authentication,” she said, her voice cold as ice, yet her gaze burned fiercely. “Now, I’ll be the signing Key.”

Shen Yan was stunned for a moment before grinning. “Wife, you’re truly my timely rain!”

“Shut up,” Ye Zhao glared at him, lightly tapping the sword hilt with her fingertip as Sword Qi surged wildly from within her. “If you dare spout nonsense again, I’ll cut off your Terminal.”

But in that instant, their unspoken understanding was unmistakable—her Sword Qi was not just power but a token of trust. As this High-Level Spiritual Power infused the System, the Interface refreshed abruptly:

【Warning Lifted】

【Detected Third-Party High-Level Spiritual Power Intervention】

【Authentication Level Raised to S-Class】

【Protocol Stability Restored to 87%】

“Incredible!” Shen Yan’s eyes lit up. “My wife’s move just upgraded me from a blue Buff to a red lotus armor!”

He had no time for banter, immediately calling up the family genealogy Key to forcibly load the Twin Spiritual Root merger protocol. But just as the confirmation button was about to activate, Ye Shi’er suddenly trembled violently, forcing out fragmented syllables from his throat:

“Twin… Spiritual Roots… divide heaven and earth… one source, two Codes… determine the cosmos…”

Shen Yan paused. “What did you say?”

Ye Shi’er closed his eyes, as if guided by some Memory, his lips moving faintly as he continued to hum:

“The Seal unbroken, the Cycle of Reincarnation begins… together we grasp the Heavenly Dao, holding the stardust…”

The voice was hoarse and broken, yet it carried an ancient frequency that perfectly synchronized with the Notification Tone of the phone Terminal!

“Wait!” Shen Yan suddenly realized. “This isn’t a Children’s Rhyme… it’s a passphrase! The highest Permission’s Start Command!”

He quickly switched Interfaces, dragging the melody into the voiceprint analysis Module. The Screen scrolled frantically with Code until a line of large text finally appeared:

【Original Voice Authentication Match Successful】

【Emotional Entropy Value Met】

【Complete Source Code Protocol Unlocked】

【Initiate Restart of Heavenly Dao Core?】

A confirmation box with green background and black text slowly materialized, like a Key hovering before the lock of fate.

Shen Yan’s breath tightened.

He knew what pressing this button would mean.

The Celestial Clan’s prohibition from a thousand years ago, the fate of brothers separated, the altered trajectories of their lives… all would be recompiled. But it might also trigger the Heavenly Dao’s backlash, causing the three of them to be reduced to ashes on the spot.

He turned to look at Ye Shi’er.

The mask on that man’s face had long since shattered, revealing features almost identical to his own, save for an old scar at the corner of his eye—like a wound carved by fate itself. Now, his gaze was no longer filled with hatred, but instead held a trace of almost naive anticipation.

“Brother,” he said softly, “this time… can you let me live too?”

Shen Yan’s nose stung. He raised a hand to wipe his face, only to smear blood and Code residue across it.

“What are you talking about?” he laughed and scolded. “Who are we to each other? You’re the Backup and I’m the main Program? Bullshit! We’re Twin Drivers—if one’s missing, we can’t run!”

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Ye Shi’er’s wrist, pulling him forcefully. “In the past, others wrote rules that said one had to be sacrificed. But now—”

He looked up at Ye Zhao, who gave a slight nod. Sword Qi surged once more, protecting the Protocol.

“Now it’s our turn to write the Code.”

Ye Shi’er looked at him, the corners of his mouth finally lifting into a long-lost smile. “Brother, this time… don’t lock me out anymore.”

“No more locking out,” Shen Yan stared at the line that read “Restart?” and took a deep breath. “From now on, your login Interface will always be captcha-free.”

Both of them reached out simultaneously, their fingertips touching the confirmation button that materialized in the void.

In that instant, the entire space seemed to freeze.

Time halted, the wind vanished, even the droplets of blood dripping from Ye Zhao’s sword tip hung suspended in midair.

The Terminal’s green light surged violently, transforming into a waterfall-like Data Torrent that cascaded from the sky, gently enveloping the three of them. Those shattered Memories, misaligned fates, and hidden truths were all reconnected in this moment.

Shen Yan felt an unprecedented warmth flood into his Consciousness Sea, as if a System that had hibernated for years was finally booting up for a Self-Check. He heard countless dormant Protocols awakening within him, heard the ancient trajectories of stars being recalibrated, heard the gears of fate click once before beginning to turn in reverse.

And Ye Shi’er closed his eyes, letting the Data Torrent wash over his entire body. He was no longer the lonely soul trapped in an erroneous Loop, nor was he an abandoned Backup file. He was part of the Source Code, the indispensable other half of this world’s heartbeat.

Ye Zhao stood three steps away, the Frost Soul Sword still humming, but she knew the battle was no longer fought with blades.

The true confrontation was happening deep within the Code, between two souls connected by Bloodline.

Looking at Shen Yan’s back, she suddenly felt that this man who constantly complained about Bugs and wore a Grid Shirt was no longer the office drone who used to huddle at his workstation.

He was a developer, a fixer, and also… a brother willing to restart the world for his sibling.

The wind rose.

In the distant woods, crows cawed once more.

Shen Yan’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and in his ears, he seemed to hear the lingering echoes of that Children’s Rhyme again.

“Twin Spiritual Roots divide heaven and earth… one Source, two Codes determine the cosmos…”

He didn’t look back, only tightened his grip on Ye Shi’er’s hand.

The button was pressed.

Green light swallowed everything.

In the Data Torrent, their figures gradually merged, like twin stars aligning at the dawn of the universe.

Ye Zhao’s hand holding the sword trembled slightly, not from exhaustion, but because she clearly saw—

On Shen Yan’s phone screen, the final line of the Notice was flashing:

【Twin Source Code Protocol Activated】

【Merge Progress: 1%】

The next second, the world shook violently.

(End of Chapter)