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

32: Chapter 32: Nascent Soul AwakensDeep within the earth’s ley lines, time lost its meaning.

Only the chaos dao seed rotated steadily and slowly, like a heartbeat in the darkness, marking the passage of time. Lin Mo’s consciousness was immersed within the Dao Seed, consolidating his newfound power while greedily absorbing the thin but pure Earth-element Spiritual Qi from the ley lines.

The Heaven-Defying nature of the chaos dao seed became increasingly apparent. It did not simply absorb Spiritual Qi; instead, it acted like a miniature cosmic millstone, crushing, purifying, and transforming the inhaled Earth-element Spiritual Qi into the most primal Chaos Qi. Although the efficiency remained low due to environmental constraints, every bit of growth was incredibly solid, carrying a heavy and majestic Foundation.

【chaos dao seed (Newly Stabilized): Growth 3.7%... 3.8%...】 【Ley Line Spiritual Qi (Earth Element) continuously transforming... Dao Foundation stability increasing...】

He diverted a wisp of his mind to maintain the strand of Chaos Qi wrapped around his mother’s wound, gently cleansing any potential lingering Death Qi, as if performing a silent farewell and repentance in this manner. Another part of his mind acted like a precision radar, vigilantly scanning the surroundings. Since the previous explosion of Chaos Dao Rhyme had scared away the subterranean beasts, the area had temporarily regained its peace, but the dangers lurking in the dark had not gone far; they were merely dormant, fearing the aura that made them instinctively tremble.

His attention focused more on Nangong Xuan.

This powerful Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator remained unconscious, his face as pale as paper and his breath as weak as a flickering candle in the wind. However, the speed at which his body instinctively absorbed the ley line Spiritual Qi was increasing extremely slowly. At the center of his brow, the dim phantom of a sword-shaped Nascent Soul would occasionally flicker minutely; with every flicker, it would cause the thin surrounding Spiritual Qi to produce a nearly imperceptible ripple.

Lin Mo could feel a silent war occurring within Nangong Xuan’s body. A sharp but nearly collapsing Sword Intent was struggling against heavy injuries and a depleted Origin, attempting to reignite the fire of life. It was an unyielding will originating from the very bones of the strong.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Mo made a decision.

He cautiously guided a wisp of pure Chaos Qi, thinner than a strand of hair, slowly toward Nangong Xuan. This wisp of aura was extremely gentle, devoid of any aggression, containing only the most primal vitality and nourishment.

The moment the Chaos Qi touched Nangong Xuan’s skin, his body instinctively tensed; even in a coma, the defensive mechanisms belonging to a powerhouse remained. However, that wisp of Chaos Qi was too weak and pure to trigger any counterattack. It acted like a trickling stream, slowly seeping into Nangong Xuan’s withered Meridians.

A miracle occurred.

After that wisp of Chaos Qi entered Nangong Xuan’s Meridians, it was not difficult to refine like ordinary Spiritual Qi. Instead, as if encountering something of the same source, it was instantly captured and greedily absorbed by the nearly dormant Nascent Soul’s instinct!

Chaos transforms into all spirits and can also replenish all spirits! Especially for an existence with a heavily damaged Origin, this strand of pure Chaos Qi was comparable to the highest-grade healing holy medicine!

Nangong Xuan let out a muffled groan, his body trembling violently. The sword-shaped Nascent Soul phantom at his brow suddenly brightened for an instant; though still dim, it gained a hint of vitality! The nearly stagnant spiritual power circulation within his body, like rusted gears being injected with lubricant, began to rotate again with extreme difficulty and slowness!

It worked!

Lin Mo’s heart stirred, and he maintained the delivery of this Chaos Qi. Although the speed was extremely slow and the amount very small, for the current Nangong Xuan, it was undoubtedly a timely help in his hour of need!

Time passed bit by bit.

Finally, after an unknown duration of delivery, Nangong Xuan’s long eyelashes fluttered, and then those eyes, deep as an ancient well, slowly opened.

At first, his gaze held the confusion and weakness following a severe injury, but after just a breath, that confusion quickly faded, replaced by a sharp, sword-like clarity and vigilance! Even in such a weakened state, the powerful Perception and willpower of a Nascent Soul Cultivator still existed.

His gaze immediately swept the surroundings, taking in the dark environment, the frozen Su Muxue, Liu Qingxuan’s remains, and... Lin Mo, who was emitting a faint Chaos light from his chest.

Memories flooded back like a tide. The desperate battle in the mountain hollow, the evil Cultivator’s Soul Banner, the Spirit-Eroding Mist, Liu Qingxuan’s sacrifice, that mysterious White Mask, and finally the Ley Line Shift... His gaze eventually landed on Lin Mo, specifically on the strand of Chaos Qi connecting to his own wrist and delivering that strange, pure energy. A look of deep shock and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

He knew better than anyone how severe his injuries were; his Nascent Soul was nearly dormant and his Origin was dissipating—it was almost a dead end. Yet this weak energy, containing supreme vitality, had actually pulled him back from the brink of extinction. Although he was still far from recovery, his Foundation had truly stabilized, and the fire of hope had been lit!

This energy... Chaos? So pure?! Is it this infant? Not only did he survive that terrifying pollution outbreak, but he can also control and output such power?

Nangong Xuan turned his gaze with difficulty, looking at Liu Qingxuan’s cold remains and the treated wound on her chest, a flash of complex pity and respect appearing in his eyes. He then looked at the frozen Su Muxue, sensing that her Seal was temporarily stable, and felt a slight sense of relief.

Finally, his gaze returned to Lin Mo. He attempted to mobilize a weak wisp of Divine Thought to transmit a friendly and questioning message: ”Is... it... you... helping me?”

Lin Mo’s ”voice” immediately echoed in his Sea of Consciousness, possessing an infant’s tenderness yet carrying a steadiness beyond his age and a hint of fatigue: ”Senior, it is good that you have awakened. This Junior’s strength is limited; I could only do this much.”

It really was him! The shock in Nangong Xuan’s heart was beyond measure. An infant? No, this was definitely no ordinary infant! The chaos dao seed... to think it was this miraculous!

“Thank you.” Nangong Xuan’s thought was transmitted back, carrying sincere gratitude and a faint, undetectable trace of inquiry. “If not for little friend’s assistance, I fear I would have been unable to escape this calamity. This kindness, Nangong Xuan shall remember it in his heart.”

“Senior is too polite. If not for Senior protecting us with your life, we would have met with disaster long ago,” Lin Mo responded, slowly withdrawing that wisp of Chaos Qi. The continuous output was also quite a burden for him.

Losing the replenishment of Chaos Qi, Nangong Xuan suddenly felt a strong wave of weakness and dizziness wash over him, but he forced himself to steady his mind. He began to try relying on himself, extremely slowly absorbing the ley line Spiritual Qi to meditate. Although the efficiency was far inferior to the Chaos Qi, at least his Meridians were open and his Nascent Soul had awakened, giving him the possibility of self-recovery.

He closed his eyes and formed a simple Spirit Gathering Seal with his hands. A very faint black-green light flickered around him like a firefly, stubbornly shining in this dark ley line.

Silence fell over the rock veins once more, but the atmosphere had changed.

There was a bit more Life Qi, a bit more hope.

The awakening of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, even one so heavily injured, was of great significance. At the very least, they now had the basic ability to deal with risks and judge the situation.

Lin Mo also composed his mind and continued to consolidate himself. He knew this was only temporary safety. His mother needed to rest in peace, Su Muxue needed a complete cure, Senior Nangong needed time to recover, and the enemy... would never give up the pursuit.

Especially that White Mask and the faction behind him. Why were they determined to capture Mu Xue? And why was their reaction to his mother’s final fluctuations so abnormal?

Riddles and pressures weighed heavily on his heart one by one.

After an unknown amount of time, the meditating Nangong Xuan suddenly frowned slightly and opened his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping toward a certain direction in the ley lines.

“There’s movement.” His low, raspy voice echoed in the silence, carrying a hint of gravity. “It’s not a beast... it’s the investigative fluctuations of a Cultivator. Very weak, but... they are approaching.”

Lin Mo’s heart instantly leaped into his throat.

The pursuit—has it arrived so quickly?

The dark ley lines seemed to become fraught with danger once again.