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

The first thing he sensed was the much more stable vitality of Su Muxue in his arms. Though still weak, it was no longer on the verge of extinguishing at any moment like before.

”What happened?” He was filled with astonishment and doubt. His last memory was of carrying Mu Xue through the spatial rift, exhausting his power and falling into dormancy.

Who had saved them?

Friend or foe?

He immediately attempted to spread out his faint Perception.

After a brief dormancy, the nirvana star core seemed to have undergone subtle changes. Its Perception of vitality had grown sharper, and its intuition for danger had intensified. He ’saw’ that external, refined and vast Taiyin Power within Su Muxue’s body gently repairing her injuries.

This was not something an ordinary Cultivator could accomplish! At the very least, it was the work of a Nascent Soul Stage expert proficient in Taiyin Power!

His Perception swept through the surroundings.

Ancient trees towered, vines hung down, a distant stream babbled, birds sang in the serene mountains. All was peaceful, as if devoid of any danger.

But just as his Perception swept past the shadow beneath a certain massive ancient tree, the nirvana star core suddenly transmitted an extremely faint tremor!

There... lingered an exceedingly subtle aura that instinctively put him on guard! Cold, aloof, lofty, yet carrying a trace of... an indescribable familiarity?

Was it that White Mask?!

He had been here?!

Lin Mo’s heart instantly tightened. Did he save Mu Xue? Why would he save her? What exactly was his purpose?

Countless questions swirled in his mind.

But at this moment, the most important thing was not to seek the truth, but to recover strength and leave this place of trouble as soon as possible!

Though that Golden Core Cultivator was frozen, the forces behind him would certainly not let the matter rest. And the appearance of the White Mask made the situation even more murky and unpredictable.

Lin Mo focused his mind, fully activating the chaos dao seed. He began frantically absorbing the abundant Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and the vitality of the vegetation in the surrounding ancient forest, while carefully guiding the nirvana star core to digest the Star Miasma Power and that trace of Guixu Origin it had previously devoured.

Every crisis was a tempering. He felt his control over the nirvana star core had become slightly more adept.

And just as he immersed himself in recovery, he did not notice that deep within the Core of his light sphere, on the surface of the nirvana star core—which had fused with star core fragments and was tainted with Guixu aura—an extremely fine dark pattern, almost blending with the darkness, wriggled gently like a living thing.

As if something was quietly gestating within this extreme stillness and Stellar Power... The setting sun dyed the ancient forest in warm hues.

Su Muxue’s long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her ice-blue eyes first flashed with confusion, soon replaced by wariness and weakness. She tried to sit up abruptly but aggravated her injuries, letting out a low groan of pain.

”Don’t move. Your injuries are severe,” Lin Mo’s thought immediately transmitted, carrying concern. ”We are temporarily safe. First, stabilize your injuries.”

Su Muxue complied and did not act rashly. She quickly performed an internal inspection and immediately discovered the external, refined and gentle Taiyin Power within her body, repairing her injuries, even more efficiently than her own Profound Yin Power.

”This is...” Shock flashed in her eyes.

”It was the White Mask,” Lin Mo said gravely. ”He was here just now and left this power.”

Su Muxue’s pupils constricted sharply. ”Him?! Why would he...”

”I don’t know,” Lin Mo interrupted her. ”But his purpose is certainly not as simple as goodwill. Recover first. We must leave this place quickly.”

Suppressing the storm of shock in her heart, Su Muxue nodded. Without another word, she immediately began fully operating her Cultivation Technique, guiding the vast Taiyin Origin within her body to repair herself.

The zhenyuan remnant sword lay quietly beside her hand. The black-green radiance on its blade seemed to have regained a barely perceptible trace of its spirit.

Nightfall slowly descended.

From deep within the ancient forest, a long, desolate wolf howl faintly echoed.

New dangers might be brewing in the darkness.