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

112: Chapter 112: The First Connection of the Star Veins and the Hopes of the RemnantsOnce the resolution was set, it had to be put into practice.

However, attempting to clear the ancient grand Formation—even just a billionth of it—was undoubtedly a fool’s dream for two people whose cultivation was completely lost and who relied solely on a sliver of special Dao Rhyme and physical Perception. They could not use spiritual power to engrave runes, nor could they use great might to clear the clogged nodes of the earth veins, let alone summon the Nine Heavens Starlight.

All they could rely on was their superficial understanding of Formation principles, Nangong Xuan’s precise Perception of minute energy flows after his tempering, Su Muxue’s special affinity with the star core and Stellar Power, and... the faint resonance of Lin Mo’s dormant star core, which still retained a sliver of instinct.

“If we cannot reshape it, we will guide it.” Nangong Xuan stared at the dim markings on the ground, his gaze as sharp as a sword, as if trying to see through them. “Although the earth veins are nearly exhausted, they are not completely dead; there are still extremely minute energies flowing like capillaries. Although the light of the stars is obscured by the strange force field and filthy clouds of this place, it is not entirely unable to descend. At the moments of dawn and dusk every day, there are still extremely tiny gaps.”

His finger pointed vaguely at several relatively intact foundational node markings determined through deduction: “We cannot repair the main body of the grand Formation, but we can try to use Divine Thought as a guide and Dao Rhyme as a bridge to lead the dust-like earth vein flows and the occasionally seeping Starlight between these remaining nodes, letting them operate according to the most basic trajectories. Even if we can only light up a sliver, connecting a few nodes to form the weakest cycle, it might be like clearing a clogged blood vessel, bringing a glimmer of life to the entire dying Formation.”

This was a project that required extreme precision and extreme patience.

The two sat cross-legged by the ancient well once again. Nangong Xuan pushed his Divine Sense to the limit, like the most precise probe, reaching deep underground to arduously capture the nearly stagnant, weak flow of earth vein energy and perceive the fluctuations of the extremely thin Starlight in the air.

Su Muxue communicated with the star core again, using it as a relay and amplifier to fuse her own Taiyin Star Power with Nangong Xuan’s Perception. Like drawing a detailed map, she constructed a microscopic network of the earth veins and Starlight in the area beneath their feet within her Sea of Consciousness.

“Three inches to the left, a foot and a half underground, the remaining earth vein essence is like a strand of hair, stagnant and unable to move.” “Received. At the Third mark of the hour of Chen, the sunlight initially contains Purple Qi, and the Star Power has not yet faded; there is a sliver that can be borrowed, with an angle seven points to the east.” “Guide the earth vein essence upward half an inch and connect it to the ’Auxiliary Pivot’ remnant marking.” “The Starlight has arrived, using Taiyin as a guide, inject it into the ’Auxiliary Pivot’ node to intersect with the earth vein...”

The two communicated rapidly through Divine Thought, their cooperation becoming increasingly seamless. Nangong Xuan was responsible for Perception and positioning, while Su Muxue was responsible for acting as a medium to guide that weak power.

Their ’tools’ were only their own Divine Thought and that bit of special Dao Rhyme and Star Power.

The process was suffocatingly slow. Guiding a sliver of earth vein essence might take several hours; drawing in a single thread of suitable Starlight might require waiting an entire day or even several days.

If there was the slightest error during this period, that minute power would dissipate, and all previous efforts would be wasted. Their Divine Souls also bore immense pressure, and several times they nearly fainted from overconsumption.

Granny Zhang and Er Niu watched them sitting as still as stone statues, sometimes with brows furrowed and sometimes with fingertips twitching. Although they did not understand the meaning of it, they knew the two were doing something extremely important, so they silently brought fresh water and simple meals every day, not daring to disturb them.