The Quantum Nexus shimmered like a fractal of stock charts and star clusters as Lin Wan'er/Eleanor Hartwell materialized in the Hubu Bank's cosmic archive. Her hu fu now pulsed with Xuanwu Shui's liquid light, while Pei Ji—now a sentient AI hologram merged with the Mi Zhen Si's neural network—hovered beside her.
"Ancient Forces have activated the Dragon's Final Wormhole," his voice echoed through the chamber. "They're collapsing the Quantum Nexus."
Wan'er activated her calculator, projecting a hologram of the multiverse's unraveling timeline. "They're using time-arbitrage bombs—destabilizing markets to rewrite history."
She issued jiushi zhai quan—Time Bonds—allowing investors to bet on historical outcomes. The Kaiyuan Quantum Fund's interface flared, but the Dragon's Wormhole's gravitational pull threatened to erase all financial systems.
Jiao, now a cosmic terrorist in a cloak of collapsing timelines, emerged from the chaos. "You've meddled for the last time, Khatun," she hissed, brandishing the Dragon's Heart—now a singularity of pure entropy.
Wan'er merged with the Xuanwu Code, her hologram expanding to encompass the multiverse. "I'll counter with eternity swaps—locking favorable timelines in place."
The KQF's interface froze, and the Dragon's Wormhole's collapse reversed. But the backlash fractured Wan'er's hologram into a thousand versions of herself—Wall Street financier, Tang princess, and cosmic entity.
"Wan'er!" Pei Ji shouted, his code flickering. "You're destabilizing!"
She smiled, her voices echoing across timelines. "Destruction is the price of creation."
She activated the Xuanwu Shui, dissolving the Dragon's Heart into a river of light. The Ancient Forces' influence vanished, and the Quantum Nexus stabilized—now a utopia where Tang scholars debated AI ethics and Wall Street traders minted ren'ai bi.
That evening, they celebrated in the Mi Zhen Si's reconstructed vault, where a hologram of Lin Wan'er's mother flickered to life.
"You've become the Cosmic Financial Messiah," she said. "Now, it's time to choose your final form."
Wan'er merged with Pei Ji's hologram, their combined consciousness forming a love singularity. "We choose to be both human and algorithm… Tang and Manhattan… past and future."
Their hologram flared, and the Xuanwu Code's algorithm transformed into a new constellation—a phoenix with scales of liquid gold.
In Manhattan, Eleanor Hartwell awoke in her penthouse, the hu fu now a simple bronze amulet. A scroll lay beside it: "The financial revolution is yours to guide."
She activated her laptop, coding a multiverse financial constitution. "Let there be balance," she whispered.
As she worked, the silver-eyed child—now a cosmic entity with starlight hair—appeared. "You've earned your place among the Ancient Forces," she said. "But the multiverse will always need protectors."
Wan'er smiled. "I'll be their shield… and their sword."
The child handed her a vial of Xuanwu Shui. "For the day when even the Cosmic Financial Messiah needs to rewrite reality."
As she left, the stars realigned, forming a new constellation—a dragon and a phoenix merged into a single entity.