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

The pursuit by one of the overlords of the Weeping Marsh, the ’Skeleton Gang,’ had begun anew... Underwater, Su Muxue held her breath. Relying on her last shred of willpower and Lin Mo’s faint directional guidance, she struggled through the icy, pitch-black underwater currents.

The underwater world was indeed a different realm, full of naturally formed rock caves and tunnels crisscrossing like a maze. Without Lin Mo’s guidance, she would have been lost long ago.

Her injuries grew heavier, her spiritual power nearly exhausted. The icy river water constantly sapped her body heat, and her consciousness began to blur.

Just as she was about to lose her grip, a faint glimmer of light appeared ahead, and the water flow became gentler.

She struggled to swim upward.

*Splash!*

She burst through the water’s surface, coughing and gasping violently. She found herself in a small underground cave. Half the cave was water, half was a damp rock floor. Some glowing moss on the ceiling provided illumination. The air was damp but no longer carried the swamp’s decay.

She crawled onto the bank with difficulty, almost collapsing from exhaustion, and immediately looked at Lin Mo in her embrace.

Lin Mo’s light sphere remained dim, but the crack on its surface seemed to have healed slightly under the influence of the earth mother spiritual saliva. His thoughts transmitted again, still weak but clearer: ”...Temporarily... safe... This place... has a faint... tributary of the earth veins... can conceal... our... auras...”

Only then did Su Muxue completely relax. Overwhelming fatigue and pain washed over her like a tide; she was on the verge of passing out immediately.

But she forced herself to stay awake, taking out and swallowing her last few Medicinal Pills. She then carefully transferred a wisp of weak spiritual power to Lin Mo to aid his recovery before finally collapsing onto the ground, sinking into a deep state of self-restoration.

The cave was left with only the sound of her heavy breathing and the dripping of water.

An unknown amount of time passed, perhaps an hour or two. Su Muxue was startled awake by a strange, rhythmic *click-clack* sound.

Her eyes snapped open. Her injuries and spiritual power had recovered somewhat, but she was far from healed. She looked warily toward the source of the sound.

In a corner of the cave, Lin Mo’s light sphere was now suspended in mid-air. The cracks on his surface, nourished by the earth mother spiritual saliva and the faint earth vein Qi of this place, had mostly healed. His light, though still restrained, was much more stable.

At this moment, he was controlling several small, pale bones—from some unknown creature—scattered on the cave floor. With a strange rhythm and trajectory, they slowly assembled and pieced together in the air.

The *click-clack* sound was precisely the bones colliding.

What was he doing?

Su Muxue watched, puzzled.

Soon, those small bones were pieced together into an extremely crude, fingernail-sized... bone compass?

As the final bone piece fell into place, the crude bone compass trembled slightly. A faint, almost imperceptible gray-blue light appeared on it—the power of the nirvana star core.

The compass’s needle did not point north-south. Instead, it trembled, stubbornly pointing in a specific direction within the cave, vibrating slightly.

Lin Mo’s thoughts came through, carrying a trace of fatigue but also a profound depth of insight: ”...Sensed it... same Origin... Nirvana Sword Intent... although... very faint... very far...”

”...This direction... high probability... is... Nangong...”

Su Muxue’s pupils contracted sharply.