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

Nangong Xuan’s eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he actually slowly opened his eyes! His gaze was initially somewhat scattered and dazed, but it soon focused, his sharp, sword-like nature quickly overriding his weakness. He saw Su Muxue, saw the surrounding environment, and felt the strange yet comfortable Stellar Power flowing within him, instantly understanding most of the situation.

”Junior Sister... Su...” His voice was still raspy, but much clearer, ”It was you who saved me... This place is...”

”It’s good that you’re awake, Senior Brother!” Su Muxue was filled with a mix of surprise and joy, quickly explaining the current situation, her discoveries, and the danger outside.

After hearing this, Nangong Xuan’s sword-like brows furrowed tightly. He struggled to sit up but aggravated his injuries, letting out a muffled groan.

”Don’t move, Senior Brother, your injuries are still severe.” Su Muxue hurriedly supported him.

”It’s fine... I won’t die yet.” Nangong Xuan waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the starlight on the cave walls and that deep corridor, his eyes profound. ”Residual Stellar Power... Valley of Fallen Stars... I didn’t expect the place I fell to would hold such secrets. You’re right, this is no place to stay for long.”

His gaze finally landed on Lin Mo’s ball of light, a complex and unreadable look flashing through his eyes: ”Just now... I felt the miasma poison in my body being purified by a strange power... Was it Lin Mo?”

Su Muxue shook her head: ”It was the residual Stellar Power of this place. Lin Mo... to save us, his power was exhausted and he fell into a slumber.” She briefly explained Lin Mo’s final, battle-reversing ’Nirvana Severed Thought’.

Hearing this, Nangong Xuan’s gaze toward Lin Mo held a bit more gravity and gratitude. He was silent for a moment before saying: ”The Stellar Power here is of great benefit to my recovery. Give me a little time, and I can regain some mobility. This corridor... I sense residual Sword Intent within it that shares the same Origin as mine. Perhaps it was left by my previous explorations, or it could be... other clues. It’s worth investigating.”

With Nangong Xuan’s affirmation, Su Muxue felt more confident.

The two said no more, seizing the time to recover. Nangong Xuan focused entirely on absorbing Stellar Power, his recovery speed far exceeding Su Muxue’s. About half a day later, he was barely able to move. Although his strength was not even a tenth of what it had been, he at least had the power to protect himself.

And from Lin Mo’s ball of light, a faint ripple of thought finally came through, indicating that he had initially stabilized his condition and could accompany them, though he still couldn’t use much power.

There was no time to lose; they had to go!

Su Muxue picked up Lin Mo, and Nangong Xuan forced a breath of Sword Qi, holding his crack-filled thunder sword. The three of them resolutely stepped into that downward-extending stellar corridor.

The corridor was extremely narrow at first, barely allowing a person through, but after walking dozens of steps, it gradually opened up. The rock walls on both sides were no longer rough and natural but showed clear signs of manual excavation, covered in ancient Star Runes. These runes were of the same Origin as those on the murals, emitting a soft and continuous starlight that illuminated the path ahead.

The Stellar Power permeating the air became increasingly dense, almost impossible to disperse. Every breath carried a cool and vast energy that refreshed the spirit. But at the same time, that suppressed, cold Death Qi also became more apparent.

More silver skeletons began to appear on the ground. Some remained in a cross-legged sitting posture, while others looked as if they had collapsed after struggling forward. Beside many skeletons were scattered broken fragments of ancient-styled weapons, which vaguely showed the style of the Star Palace.

This place seemed to be a site of collective meditation unto death or a final stand.

Nangong Xuan’s gaze swept over those skeletons and weapon fragments, his eyes sorrowful yet alert. He whispered: ”Be careful, there is residual resentment on these skeletons; they have not all found peace.”

Just as he finished speaking, at the corner of the corridor ahead, a sudden change occurred!

A skeleton leaning against the wall, its bones a dull silver, suddenly had two clusters of ghostly green evil fire ignite in its hollow eye sockets!