Transmigrating Into a Fantasy World: Signing in During Pregnancy, Reaching the Summit with My Childhood Sweetheart

”They are not individuals; they are more like... extensions of this realm’s will, or ’worker ants.’ The core is that Ancient Tree!” ”Their thinking is simple and direct; they cannot comprehend the concepts of ’individuality’ and ’leaving.’” ”A direct fight is unwise. Their numbers are too great, and their energy seems limitless.” ”We must communicate with that Ancient Tree! Or find a flaw in its will!”

Communicate with the Ancient Tree? Easier said than done!

Just then, perhaps stimulated by the Profound Yin Power Su Muxue released, the core of this life Domain reacted.

In the center of the cavern, one of the enormous jadeite Ancient Tree’s low-hanging branches, flowing with liquid green light, suddenly swayed gently without any wind.

A will far more vast, ancient, yet equally gentle (even carrying a hint of languor) than those light-shadow humanoids, like a waking giant, slowly swept across the entire cavern.

All the green light-shadow humanoids instantly froze, like soldiers receiving an order, bowing slightly in reverence.

The focus of that ancient will fell upon the three protected by the profound ice barrier, lingering for a moment especially on Lin Mo’s chaos light cluster and Su Muxue’s Profound Yin Immortal Body.

Then, an aged, slow voice, as if having just awakened from an eon-long slumber, sounded directly in the depths of their Sea of Consciousness:

”Chaos... aura...” ”And... the favor of... Taiyin...” ”Interesting... outsiders...”

This will held no malice; instead, it carried a pure curiosity, like a naturalist discovering a novel specimen.

”Why... refuse... life’s embrace?” ”Your... bodies... crave... repair...”

It seemed unable to comprehend ”refusal.”

A thought stirred in Lin Mo’s mind; he realized this might be their only chance. Concentrating all his mental intent, he attempted to transmit information to the Ancient Tree’s will, striving to mimic that simple, direct thought pattern:

”We thank... your... goodwill.” ”But we... must... preserve... our selves.” ”We... come from... the outside... must... return.” ”Do you... know... a way... to leave?”

The Ancient Tree’s will fell silent for a moment, as if processing this complex information.

”Self...?” Its intent conveyed deep confusion. ”Separation... is... incompleteness... pain...” ”Returning... to the mother... is... Perfection...”

But it seemed to notice Lin Mo’s emphasis on ”the outside.”

”The outside... ah...” The ancient will rippled with an extremely faint wave, as if recalling distant memories. ”That... cold... desolate... place...” ”A passage... once... existed...” ”It was... sealed... by... ourselves...”

Sealed by themselves?

The hearts of the three sank.

”Why... Seal it?” Lin Mo pressed on.

”Because... of fear...” The Ancient Tree’s will responded slowly and heavily. ”Fear... of the outside’s... deathly silence...” ”Fear... of those... life-devouring... monsters...” ”Isolation... is... safety...”

Was it referring to the Bone-Corroding Demon Spiders in the Burial Ancient Abyss? Or perhaps... something even more terrifying?

”Please... tell us... the passage’s... location...” Lin Mo did not give up any hope.

The Ancient Tree’s will fell silent again, as if weighing options.

After a long while, a stream of information accompanied by intent flowed into the minds of the three.

It was a location in an extremely deep, remote corner of the cavern. There had once been a small, unstable spatial rift there, connecting to the outside (likely other areas of the Burial Ancient Abyss), but it had long been completely sealed shut by a powerful life barrier.

”There... is... an abandoned... fissure...” ”The Seal... is very strong... for... safety...” ”Cannot... be opened...”

The Ancient Tree’s will conveyed a clear message: it knew the location but would not help open it, and would not even allow it to be opened. For the sake of ”safety.”

Their only hope seemed to be right before them, yet it was utterly blocked.

Meanwhile, during the communication with the Ancient Tree’s will, the green light-shadow humanoids had slowly closed in again, their hollow ”gazes” focusing on the three. The gentle intent of assimilation grew clearer.

The Ancient Tree’s will seemed to lose interest in conversation, slowly withdrawing its attention as if about to fall into slumber once more.

A gentle, yet absolute, dead end descended once again.