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

59: Chapter 59: Rift Travel and the Silent ReturnThe boundary between life and death was compressed to its extreme in that hundredth of an instant.

Behind them was the utterly furious roar of the Burial Ancient Dragon Skeleton! Its massive, pitch-black skull pressed down violently. The vortex-like eye sockets, akin to hellish abysses, spun frantically. A destructive breath far more terrifying than before—one capable of annihilating Divine Souls and tearing space—was gathering! Where it passed, even the dense, deathly Qi at the abyss’s bottom was completely decomposed, devoured, and turned into nothingness!

Ahead was the spatial weak point beneath the dragon skeleton, which had been detonated by the Skeleton Puppet using its last remnants of Sword Intent and Soul fire! At this moment, it twisted and flickered with extreme instability due to the violent clash of two forces, like a candle flame in a gale, on the verge of complete collapse or being suppressed anew by the dragon skeleton’s power!

Faster! Even faster!

Su Muxue’s ice-blue eyes held neither sorrow nor joy, only ultimate calm and resolve. She had completely burned the Origin contained within that newly formed ice moon imprint. The vast Profound Yin Power was no longer used for defense or attack but was entirely devoted to—acceleration!

She transformed into a true, limit-surpassing Lunar Radiance. Where she passed, space was left with a brief trail of ice. With unwavering determination, she shot straight toward that twisting rift!

Lin Mo’s chaos light cluster also erupted to its limit. He wasn’t accelerating but calculating and stabilizing! The chaos dao seed operated at an unprecedented speed, frantically computing the rift’s ever-shifting spatial coordinates and stable nodes. Simultaneously, he channeled his final power into an imperceptible wisp of Chaotic Dao Rhythm, like the most dexterous hand, attempting to maintain a moment’s stability for the rift before its complete collapse!

He could sense that the space connected beyond the rift was filled with a familiar, heart-stopping silence and desolation. It was definitely somewhere within the Burial Ancient Abyss, yet it seemed... somewhat different? The silence there felt more ’ancient,’ more ’sedimented,’ even carrying a hint of... ’order’?

No time to investigate!

The dragon skeleton’s destructive breath had already been unleashed!

It was an indescribably colored, reality-warping torrent of gray darkness. Where it passed, all things returned to void! Its speed far surpassed Su Muxue’s radiance!

They wouldn’t make it!

At this critical juncture—

Lin Mo’s chaos dao seed gave a sudden leap! He had captured it! Under the extreme energy pressure from the dragon’s breath, the rift produced a peculiar ’tensing’ effect, creating an extremely brief, relatively stable ’Traversal Window’!

”Now! Shift left three inches!” His mental voice exploded like thunder in Su Muxue’s Sea of Consciousness!

Without any hesitation, Su Muxue, relying on her meticulous control over power, forced her radiance to twist its trajectory impossibly!

Whoosh—!

Almost simultaneously, the Lunar Radiance, carrying the chaos light cluster, narrowly grazed the edge of the destructive breath and plunged fiercely into the twisting rift about to be swallowed by the torrent!

BOOM!!!!!!!!

The destructive breath torrent swept through ferociously, turning that entire area into primal nothingness, not even leaving space fragments! That small rift was instantly erased, as if it had never existed.

The dragon skeleton’s massive head let out a roar of frustration. Its dark-red, vortex-like eye sockets fixed intently on that ’calmly’ restored nothingness, seemingly puzzled by how those two insignificant insects had repeatedly escaped. But its awakened time seemed limited, or perhaps it was drawn by something deeper in the abyss. Ultimately, it slowly, with endless majesty and silence, sank back into the cracked fissure in the earth.

Rumble... The earth’s fissure slowly closed.

The depths of the Burial Ancient Abyss returned to their eternal silence. Only the zone of nothingness left by that earth-shattering strike and the Soul-shaking destructive aftershocks lingering in the air remained, bearing witness to the heart-stopping chase moments ago... The world spun, space twisted.

This traversal was more violent and chaotic than the previous escape from the Life Secret Realm. It felt as if they had been forcefully ’shoved’ in by the residual power of the dragon skeleton’s breath. The passage was extremely unstable, filled with tearing spatial turbulence everywhere.

Su Muxue desperately shielded Lin Mo, using her remaining Profound Yin Power to form the toughest ice cocoon enveloping them both, enduring the terrible tearing forces. Lin Mo, meanwhile, operated his Dao Seed at full capacity, constantly making minor directional adjustments to avoid the most dangerous spatial cracks.

An unknowable amount of time passed—perhaps just an instant, perhaps an eternity.

Thud!!

The two crashed heavily onto solid ground. The immense impact forced Su Muxue to spit out another mouthful of ice-blue blood, the protective ice cocoon around her shattering instantly. Lin Mo’s chaos light cluster also slammed into the ground, its glow dimming like a candle in the wind.

But at least... they were alive.

They collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily (or rather, their energies fluctuating violently), feeling the exhaustion after a narrow escape.

After a moment, they struggled to survey their surroundings.

This place... seemed to be an extremely ancient, long-abandoned, colossal corridor.

The corridor was incredibly wide. The floor and walls were built from a dark, seemingly light-absorbing black stone. The stone surfaces were carved with blurred, ancient-style murals and incomprehensible runes. The air was cold and dry, permeated with the scent of ten-thousand-year-old dust and a kind of... ultimate silence, sedimented over countless ages.

The silence here differed from the violent, corrosive silence of the outer Burial Ancient Abyss. It was deeper, more ancient, more... tranquil. As if all life force had utterly dissipated billions of years ago, leaving only eternal desolation and stillness.

No Demon Spiders, no monsters, not even any detectable energy flow.

Only an empty, seemingly endless... corridor of silence.

Where had they arrived? Were they still within the Burial Ancient Abyss? Or had they reached another similar place?

Su Muxue struggled to sit up, her ice-blue eyes vigilantly scanning the endless darkness ahead and behind. The silence here felt even more unsettling than the dangers outside.

Lin Mo’s Perception slowly expanded. The black stones here seemed to haveExtremely strong isolation effect, his Perception could only extend about a hundred zhang. But within that hundred zhang, aside from dust and silence, there was nothing.

”That dragon skeleton... doesn’t seem to have pursued us,” Su Muxue’s voice held a hint of hoarseness and fatigue. Having confirmed temporary safety, the forcibly suppressed grief and iciness regarding Nangong Xuan quietly began to suffuse her eyes once more.

Lin Mo was silent for a moment, then conveyed his thoughts: ”We might have... been teleported deeper into the Burial Ancient Abyss, or perhaps, some forgotten... ancient region.”

He paused, his mental voice carrying a note of gravity: ”That Skeleton Puppet... it seemed to know about this place. Its final goal was very clear—to bring us here.”

Why? What was here? An exit? Or another trap?

Just then, at the very edge of Lin Mo’s Perception, he suddenly detected something... standing in the center of the corridor, far ahead.

Due to the distance and the stone’s isolation, the Perception was very blurry. He could only vaguely sense it was a... stele? Or perhaps... the shape of a sword?

An extremely faint yet exceptionally familiar fluctuation of Sword Intent emanated from that vague shape.

That Sword Intent... was broken, ancient, filled with unwillingness and obsession... yet it shared a faint trace of... common Origin with the Sword Intent the Skeleton Puppet had finally unleashed and Nangong Xuan’s Vast Righteous Sword Intent?!

Su Muxue clearly sensed that Sword Intent as well. Her ice-blue eyes sharpened instantly, fixing on the endless darkness ahead, her hand unconsciously clenching.

They exchanged a look (though Lin Mo had no eyes), both seeing shock and confusion in the other’s gaze.

Without words, Su Muxue picked up Lin Mo (who currently lacked the strength to float), endured her injuries, and carefully began walking step by step deeper into the corridor toward the direction of the Sword Intent.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the absolute silence of the corridor, carrying far, adding to the eeriness.

After walking for roughly the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the vague outline ahead gradually became clearer.

It was indeed a sword!

A massive, stone, broken ancient sword, inverted and thrust into the very center of the corridor!

Most of the blade had broken off and vanished, leaving only half a hilt and a small section of cracked blade deeply embedded in the black stone floor. Even so, it still emanated an eternal, unyielding, tragic Sword Intent!

And beneath that broken sword lay a humanoid skeleton that had long since turned to bones.

The skeleton maintained a kneeling posture on one knee. One bony hand tightly gripped the broken sword’s hilt, as if, until its last moment, it had still been trying to pull it out, or perhaps... guarding something.

That familiar, broken Sword Intent was precisely emanating from this skeleton and the broken sword!

Su Muxue and Lin Mo stopped their steps ten zhang away from the skeleton, their hearts both shaken profoundly.

This skeleton... this Sword Intent... Could this be the true original body and source of that assembled Skeleton Puppet?!

Why had it guided them here?

Just as their minds were captivated by the skeleton and broken sword—

Hum!

Within the skeleton’s empty eye sockets, without any warning, two weak yet intensely familiar... dark-red Soul flames abruptly ignited!