Dream Monroe glanced to her side again, just in time to see a flashy-haired woman suddenly appear and then tumble to the ground clutching her head.
"Master, stop reciting! Master, please, my head hurts!"
Seriously, at a time like this, she's still clowning around?
Dream Monroe was anxious, but she understood that Jill Young was now under the greatest mental pressure she could possibly bear.
After all, Jill Young was a fighter, not a scholar like Professor Yang. Her mental strength was naturally half as strong. Brawling and unleashing big moves was easy, but in this invisible psychic duel, she was really stretched thin.
Honestly, the fact that Jill could still joke around made Dream Monroe admire her nerves and willpower.
"Huff... huff..." After catching her breath, Jill slapped her knees and stood up. She looked around with interest and said, "So this is Theory Lane? Not quite what I pictured."
Jumping from the Gate of Science to Theory Lane, the Divine Master swept all the competitors back to Earth's space. After hopping all over the place, smashing a thousand-year-old relic, and whacking a thousand-year-old geezer, Jill finally saw the legendary second tier of Tiberius Laboratory with her own eyes.
Everything in sight was pure white.
Just like in the memories, Theory Lane was built entirely out of something called White Element—a fully enclosed structure. Jill could see waves of spatial surges rolling in, the White Element shifting in higher dimensions with the flow, but it did manage to resist the chaos of space to some degree.
"This stuff looks familiar." Even the lab bench was white. Jill Young knocked on the tabletop—it felt unique. Soft to the touch, but press a little harder and the hardness shot up exponentially. "Cousin, isn’t this just like those blocks we saw on that big ship? Not exactly the same, but definitely the same product line."
"That's right." Jonathan Black stared at the flawless white, his gaze a bit dazed. "At the root of my memories, it was always this kind of white."
"Looks like we’re in the right place." Jill glanced around, surprised. "This place isn’t as big as I thought it’d be."
"This isn’t Theory Lane itself, just one of its research units. And Theory Lane isn’t a literal corridor—its structure is pretty special." Susan Morrow explained, "I searched my memories carefully. Every spot in Theory Lane can be linked by spatial transmission. So, Theory Lane is really a whole network of spatial jump routes."
Jill Young dug through her memories and found it really was just like that.
Theory Lane’s structure was like the Grand Line in One Piece—units built from White Element drifted through space and time like floating islands. Researchers had to follow the right path to teleport from one to another and get to where they wanted to go.
The space here was way more active than at the Gate of Science. Spatial jumps were easier, but the dangers were way higher. Without a proper "sea chart," you could end up lost in a space corridor forever, or worse, get swallowed up in a blink.
Back when Sophia was running the lab, her presence kept things safer. But now, the wild spatial turbulence at the Gate of Science was spilling into Theory Lane, making this place even more dangerous.
"Huh?" Just as she was thinking, in her third field of vision, Jill saw some chaos in the spatial surges. That feeling... She froze, then glanced at her mom.
Her mom chuckled, "That big stone egg just nabbed a young guy—he seemed to know the way, so the stone egg shot ahead. So I sent that big bare butt over, let them duke it out first."
"Mom, you’re awesome!" Jill Young pumped her fist, excited. "Exactly, let them fight it out for a while, we’ll slip ahead!"
"Slip ahead, sure, but I don’t actually have the route mapped out." Susan Morrow shook her head, not blindly optimistic. "And with them tangled up, we’ll probably only get a few minutes."
"A few minutes is plenty. If we can dig deeper into the memory world and find the route, great. If not, we’ll just boost our control here and skip straight to the destination." Jill Young closed her eyes, gathered her mental strength to dive into the memory world. But her face went pale and she staggered.
Jonathan Black and Susan Morrow quickly caught her. "You okay?"
Dream Monroe couldn’t help but glance at her—too much mental output in too short a time, she was on the verge of burnout.
"It’s fine, give me two seconds." Jill Young took a deep breath, adjusted her inner energy, and used her qi to restore her mental strength. Her crown chakra, which had dimmed, flickered back to life. Jill opened her eyes: "All set."
"Shouldn’t you rest a bit more?" Susan Morrow asked, worried. "You can’t keep pushing yourself like this."
"No worries, I’ve got this. Time’s ticking, and that big bare butt fight won’t last long. We’ve gotta wrap this up fast." Jill slapped her cheeks, rallied her mental strength, and plugged into the memory world. "Let’s go!"
Buzz—memories from the void flooded in, all at once.
The Theory Lane of material existence sped away in reverse, and phantom figures kept popping up—scientists who’d once cracked world-class puzzles here. In this research wonderland, any breakthrough was enough to shake the outside world. And with Theory Lane built, the Zade family’s tech vault officially leveled up to black technology status.
The Zade family began to lead the world in technology, hands down.
In 1984, Theory Lane went live, and the science world was on fire with breakthroughs. Sophia’s cosmic exploration plan was also set in motion. That same year, they even started construction on the Moon—actually planning to build a hadron collider around the entire lunar surface.
All these jaw-dropping achievements, all these terrifying secrets, flashed by.
But Jill and the others didn’t have time to review them closely.
They ignored everything else, focused only on one goal—where was Susan Soo? And what was Jonathan Black’s rescue plan?
Dizzying memories whirled past, making Jill’s head feel like it was splitting. But at the same time, a tiny ripple started to stir from deep within those memories.
With that ripple came a drifting voice.
[When did it all…]
Whose voice was that?
[When did it all begin…]
Could it be… Aunt Joan speaking?!
[When did everything start to change…]
Whoosh—her mind was sucked into a fixed memory fragment.
It was August 4, 1984—Sophia called Adam over alone once again.