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

A dance of destruction, born from extreme sorrow, cold enough to evoke despair.

Lin Mo’s chaos light cluster silently followed behind her, sensing the chill that seemed capable of freezing even the Soul, and Su Muxue’s utterly sealed, deadened heart. He knew that Nangong Xuan’s ”departure” had dealt her an unimaginable blow, possibly pushing her towards another extreme.

But he could do nothing at this moment. His power was nearly exhausted from the previous adventure, and his mind was unstable due to self-blame and grief. He could only desperately absorb the surrounding thin, silent Qi (which had actually become somewhat more ”docile” due to Su Muxue’s chill), arduously repairing himself while remaining vigilant for any larger threats that might appear.

And so, Su Muxue advanced, leaving a trail of ice in her wake.

She walked for an unknown distance, killed an unknown number of Demon Spiders, until a relatively open, bizarre forest composed of massive, pale beast bones appeared ahead. Only then did she slowly come to a halt.

The Absolute Zero Domain slowly receded. Her body swayed slightly, her face pale and almost transparent. Clearly, such a reckless, all-out eruption had placed an immense burden on her.

She leaned against a rib as large as a pillar, breathing lightly, her ice-blue eyes gazing into the endless dark abyss, empty and vacant.

Lin Mo flew to her side, hesitated for a moment, then transmitted a faint thread of intent, carrying comfort and inquiry.

Su Muxue did not respond. She only slowly raised her hand, a small cluster of dancing, yet piercingly cold, flame-shaped ice crystals condensing at her fingertips.

She looked at this cluster of ice crystals for a long time. Finally, in a flat, icy tone devoid of any inflection, she spoke softly, as if talking to herself, or perhaps to Lin Mo:

”He said... ’Go’...”

”He stayed behind...”

”...”

The ice crystals shattered at her fingertips, turning into dust that scattered.

She closed her eyes. Two lines of cold, diamond-like tears silently slid down her cheeks. Before they could fall, they froze into two particles of extreme cold, dropping to the ground with a crisp sound.

Infinite sorrow, frozen beneath absolute zero.

Lin Mo remained silent, his chaos light cluster flickering faintly. He knew any words would be pale and powerless at this moment.

Right then, he suddenly perceived that deep within the forest of massive beast bones ahead, something... seemed to have moved.

Not a Demon Spider... It was something heavier, more ancient, carrying a certain... resonance of sorrow... in its aura.