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

87: Chapter 87: Sword Marks in the Wasteland and Shadow ChasingThe earthy yellow light of the earth traveling talisman struggled to move underground, far more bumpy and unstable than the tunnel previously opened by Yan. The strata of the Weeping Marsh seemed filled with inertia and repulsion, constantly squeezing the escaping light and greatly reducing its speed.

Su Muxue endured the bursts of sharp pain from her internal organs caused by the earlier strike from the Golden Core Cultivator, putting all her effort into maintaining the earth traveling talisman. In her arms, Lin Mo’s light orb was dim, with a tiny crack even appearing on its surface. His aura was weak; clearly, the backlash from forcibly annihilating that sliver of ”source consciousness” far exceeded expectations, plunging him into a state of deep self-repair and rendering him unable to provide further guidance.

She could only rely on her memory of the general direction Yan had pointed out and her own instincts to travel through this dark, oppressive underground.

After an unknown amount of time, the light of the earth traveling talisman finally flickered out completely, its power exhausted. The two were ”squeezed out” from the rock layers, falling heavily onto a patch of hard, cold ground.

Su Muxue let out a muffled groan, but without checking her own injuries, she immediately looked at Lin Mo. Seeing that although his light orb was dim, the crack hadn’t expanded and his aura had stabilized—albeit silent—she finally breathed a small sigh of relief.

She struggled to sit up and looked around.

This was no longer the damp underground of the swamp, but an extremely desolate and deathly silent place. The sky was an eternal, unchanging gray, hanging very low. The earth was parched and cracked, showing an unsettling grayish-black color without any vegetation, only jagged rocks and massive, weathered pale beast bones scattered here and there. The air was permeated with an aura of decay and despair, and the Spiritual Qi was so thin it was nearly depleted, leaving a scraping sensation in the lungs when inhaled.

“Is this... the Nirvana Wasteland?” Su Muxue’s heart sank. The environment was even harsher than described, and it seemed she had deviated from the safe landing point, falling directly into the depths of the wasteland.

Worse still, she had completely lost her sense of direction. Without Lin Mo’s Perception, searching for someone in this featureless, vast, and deathly silent place was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

She had to help Lin Mo recover as soon as possible!

She found a large hollow in a rock sheltered from the wind and carefully placed Lin Mo inside. After setting up a few simple concealment and early-warning Restrictions, she immediately sat cross-legged, swallowed a Medicinal Pill, and focused all her energy on healing and recovering her Spiritual Qi.

Time passed slowly in the deathly silence. With the help of the residual medicinal power of the earth mother spiritual saliva, Su Muxue’s injuries stabilized quickly, and her Spiritual Qi gradually recovered. However, most of her mind was focused on Lin Mo; his silence was anxiety-inducing.

Just as her Spiritual Qi had recovered nearly halfway and she was considering whether to risk trying to wake Lin Mo—

In her arms, Lin Mo’s dim light orb flickered extremely weakly.

A weak but incredibly clear thought entered her mind like a thin thread: “...Ahead... slightly west... there is... a resonance... of the same origin... Sword Intent... lingering... extremely faint...”

Su Muxue snapped her eyes open, a light of pleasant surprise bursting from her ice-blue pupils!

Lin Mo had awakened! Although still weak, he had actually sensed a direction while in his silent state!

“Are you sure?” she responded urgently with her Divine Thought.

“...Very blurry... but... cannot be wrong... it is Nangong’s... Nirvana Thunder Sword Intent... though only... a sliver remains...” Lin Mo’s thoughts were intermittent but exceptionally certain.

That was enough! It was already the only lighthouse in the darkness!

Su Muxue immediately stood up, carefully shielding Lin Mo’s light orb in her arms, and moved quickly toward the direction he indicated without hesitation.

The further she went, the more concentrated the sense of deathly silence and decay in the air became. But gradually, Su Muxue also keenly perceived that within that omnipresent withered silence, there was indeed mixed a very faint, sharp Sword Intent that seemed as if it could dissipate at any moment!

She could never mistake the majestic heavenly might and the resolute sense of nirvana contained within that Sword Intent! It was exactly Nangong Xuan’s Sword Qi!

The fire of hope burned fiercely in her heart, and her speed increased by a few points.

Finally, after crossing a small hill piled with massive pale bones, the sight before her made both her and Lin Mo stop in their tracks.

On a relatively flat patch of grayish-black rock ahead, there was a shocking, massive sword scar dozens of feet long!

The sword scar was bottomless, its edges smooth as a mirror. Even after a significant amount of time had passed, there were still faint, skin-stinging jumping electric arcs, emitting a pure and sharp Thunder Sword Intent! The ground around the sword scar showed a strange state of crystallization, starkly different from the deathly silence of the rest of the wasteland.

This sword scar seemed like a final, unyielding cry directed at this place of despair!

“It’s here! Senior Brother must have fought an enemy here!” Su Muxue’s voice trembled with excitement as she rushed to the sword scar.

She could feel that this sword scar was left by Nangong Xuan’s full-power outburst, its might far exceeding his usual level, showing how intense the battle had been at the time. Besides being unyielding, the Sword Intent also carried a deep sense of sorrow and resolve.

Lin Mo’s light orb also floated slightly from her arms, approaching the sword scar. The dark pattern on its surface began to circulate slightly of its own accord, producing a faint resonance with the lingering Sword Intent of the same origin. He seemed to be able to draw a sliver of power from it, and his repair speed increased slightly.

“The Sword Intent points... deeper inside...” Lin Mo continued to guide her, “But... it is very weak... almost dissipated...”

Su Muxue looked in the direction the sword scar pointed. It was the even more desolate and profound heart of the wasteland, shrouded in gray mist. She couldn’t see clearly and could only feel a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

She did not hesitate, preparing to continue deeper.

However, at that very moment—

Lin Mo’s light orb jolted violently, transmitting an urgent warning: “...Not good! Something... is tracking us through the Sword Intent resonance! It’s very fast! It’s the aura of Dark Flame City’s soul-eroding miasma! More than one!”

Su Muxue’s expression changed drastically!

Almost at the same time, several sharp sounds of breaking air came from the gray mist in the distance! Three figures clad in black robes and wearing faceless masks swept over like ghosts. Their powerful Divine Senses unceremoniously swept across the area, instantly locking onto Su Muxue and Lin Mo by the sword scar!

The dark flame totem on the forehead of the leading envoy’s mask was particularly striking, and his aura had actually reached the Late Golden Core Stage! The two behind him were also at the Early Golden Core stage!

“Tsk tsk tsk, it seems today’s luck is truly good!” the leading envoy made a sharp and mocking sound, his greedy gaze sweeping over Lin Mo’s light orb. “Not only did we find the sword scar left by that fellow Nangong Xuan, but we even hooked two unexpected little fish! Obediently hand over the thing sealed in the sword scar, then offer this light orb to me. Perhaps this envoy will show some mercy and give you a quick end!”

A terrifying pressure surged like a tide, locking the two firmly in place.

Su Muxue’s heart instantly sank to the bottom! Three Golden Core Cultivators! And one of them was in the Late Stage! In this desperate place, this was almost a certain death trap!

She gripped the zhenyuan sword tightly, shielding Lin Mo behind her, a chilling light glinting in her ice-blue eyes, showing no fear: “In your dreams!”

“Stubborn! Take them!” the leading envoy snorted coldly and issued the kill order.

The two Early Golden Core envoys instantly turned into two streaks of black miasma smoke, attacking from both sides! Their speed was startlingly fast!

The crisis erupted in an instant!