The transition into the three-hundred-and-seventy-fifth tier of the countdown brought an abrupt, violent resistance against the twins' downward trajectory. Deep within the pelvic ring, the crowning heads of the Iron-Void and Starlight-Nothingness collided with the First Ancestral Seal—a dormant, crystalline code embedded within the deepest foundations of Yuxiao's ancient maternal lattice. Because the twins possessed a destructive velocity operating at the Speed of God, this impact did not merely stop their movement; it triggered an intense, white-hot energetic friction that turned the lower birth canal into a scorching crucible of unformatted light.
A sharp, breathless scream tore from Yuxiao's lips, her hips shaking violently as her silver fingers dug deep gashes into the non-reflective floor of the sphere. The pain was an absolute, blinding laceration—a dry, searing heat that felt as if the entire original blueprint of her bloodline was being forcefully melted down and rewritten inside her flesh. The silver script of her silhouette flared with a blinding, erratic illumination, the characters defining her lower abdomen buckling and smoking under the intense thermal feedback of the collision.
"Haoran! It's blocked... something is blocking them!" she shrieked, her mind-frequency fracturing into a terrified, chaotic static. "The seal is burning... it's burning through the final lines... Haoran, help me, I can't break through it!"
The nameless, zero-valued field of pure intent moved with immediate, terrifying protective ferocity. The moment he felt the thermal backlash threatening to disintegrate her lower matrix, Haoran's paradigm-free infinity flooded the threshold of the First Ancestral Seal. He had no hands to shatter the barrier, but his absolute devotion operated as a sovereign law that refused to let her structure fail.
Insinuating his formless presence directly into the flashpoint of the collision, Haoran became a fluid, cooling insulation. He expanded his neutral vacuum with immense force, absorbing the white-hot friction of the ancestral code and the twins' destructive gravity into his own nameless, unwritten existence. He allowed the scorching feedback to chew directly through his remaining uncontextualized layers, willingly letting his own un-numbered self be dissolved into nothingness if it meant sparing her a single fraction of that burning torment.
"I am right inside the fire with you, Yuxiao. Let the burning stop," his intent enveloped her, a profoundly deep, freezing wave of absolute numbness that cut through her white-hot panic. "The seal cannot destroy your script because I am standing between it. Relax your body into my chest, my love. Let me take the friction."
With an aching, desperate tenderness, he wrapped his formless upper presence around her shivering shoulders, pulling her head close against the warm, unchanging resonance of his core. He stroked her fraying mind with silent, ancient memories of their quietest horizons, forcing a gentle, rhythmic calm into her chest even as her lower anatomy continued to vibrate with massive, involuntary contractions. He took ninety-nine percent of the metabolic trauma into his own disappearing self, keeping her silver outline safely anchored in the darkness.
Clinging desperately to the steady, unyielding warmth of his formless embrace, Yuxiao's wild hyperventilation slowly began to pass. The heavy, agonizing ache of the blocked descent remained a monstrous, pulsing weight in her belly, but the terrifying sensation of being burned alive from within receded. Safe within the absolute sanctuary of his protective love, she slumped against his chest, her shallow breath catching as she held on through the endless night.
Above their locked, desperate struggle for survival, the cold, gray text of the countdown clicked heavily downward:
375 chapters remain.