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

The most fundamental ”Guixu” true intent of the nirvana star core played its part, overbearingly crushing and decomposing the Soul fragments and starlight. Instead of turning them into ”nothingness,” it restored them to the most primitive, non-attribute pure ”Origin,” and then slowly absorbed them.

Under the nourishment of this Origin, the cracks on the surface of the star Core actually began to heal at an amazing speed! Within a few breaths, it was as good as new, even becoming tougher!

The color of the star Core itself also became deeper and more restrained. Within the flow of the dark pattern, besides the absolute Nirvana intent, there was now a faint hint of the stars’ vastness and the Soul thoughts’ agility!

A blessing in disguise! Not only did Lin Mo’s injuries fully recover, but the star Core also seemed to have absorbed special nutrients, undergoing an unexpected and positive transformation!

His consciousness awakened, sending out a clear and steady pulse: ”I am fine, even... better. This place is not for long stays; we must set out as soon as possible.”

Su Muxue let out a long sigh of relief. Today had been a rollercoaster of sorrow and joy, ups and downs.

At this time, Nangong Xuan also snapped his eyes open, lightning and Nirvana intent intertwining in his pupils, his gaze sharp! Although he was still far from a full recovery, his strength had restored by thirty to forty percent. More importantly, his understanding of the Nirvana Sword Dao had reached a higher level!

He stood up and bowed solemnly once more toward the place where Ling Xu Sword Venerable had passed away, everything left unsaid.

”Let’s go!” he said succinctly, his sharp gaze directed toward the northwest.

Time—only ten days!

Ahead lay a dangerous three-thousand-mile journey, the falling star monument, the reverse flow rainbow path, an unknown path to survival, and even greater crises!

The three of them did not hesitate, turning to leave this tragic and oppressive Core area, galloping toward the northwest along the Ancient Star Remains Path they had come from.

Not long after their figures disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel, beneath the temporarily reinforced pillar of starlight, the thick miasma began to churn slowly but steadily once again. Twisted faces condensed, letting out silent roars as they crashed against the pillar, as if foretelling that an even greater storm was brewing.

And in the depths of that endless miasma, a pair of incomparably huge, cold, and brutal eyes seemed to quietly open a sliver, indifferently ”watching” the direction in which the three had left.