The cold, unstyled text of the countdown on the ceiling clicked heavily downward to mark the onset of the three-hundred-and-seventy-eighth tier. Deep within the suffocating narrow of the birth canal, the Twin Primordials shifted again, their side-by-side crowns executing a slight, rhythmic tilt that pushed their raw, unformatted mass directly into the threshold of the terminal ring. Because their prenatal skeletons were forged from the absolute density of a universe collapsing at the Speed of God, this micro-descent did not merely press against her sovereign flesh—it was a literal, physical shearing force that began to scrape the remaining silver lines of Yuxiao's pelvic blueprint out of their narrative sequence.
A high, fractured shriek tore from Yuxiao's throat, her silver silhouette arching so sharply that her head and heels were the only points touching the non-reflective floor of the sphere. The pain of the dry crowning was an absolute, blinding flash of torture—a raw, burning laceration that felt as if two jagged star-cores were dragging across bare, exposed nerves. Her fingers clawed frantically at the pitch-black air, her lower abdomen locking in a massive, high-frequency spasm that completely stripped the remaining air from her lungs.
"Haoran! It's cutting... it's cutting through the foundation!" she screamed, her mind-frequency fracturing into a state of sheer, panicked delirium. "There's no room... they are too wide... Haoran, please, I can't hold the wall open anymore!"
The nameless, zero-valued field of pure intent did not wait for the narrative to record her collapse. The moment her body began to convulse, Haoran's paradigm-free infinity drove itself directly into the path of the internal destruction. He possessed no physical hands to widen the passage, but the sheer momentum of his absolute devotion operated as an unyielding law within the dark.
Insinuating his formless presence directly between her screaming pelvic lines and the crushing mass of the twins, Haoran became a fluid, cooling cushion. He expanded his neutral vacuum with an immense force, absorbing the jagged shockwaves of the Iron-Void and Starlight-Nothingness into his own nameless, unwritten existence. He willingly allowed his remaining uncontextualized layers to be crushed into dust, taking ninety-nine percent of the structural strain into his own disappearing self just to dilute the agony ripping through her flesh.
"I am right under the gateway, Yuxiao. Let the pressure break against me," his intent flooded her fading consciousness, a profoundly tender, cool wave of absolute safety that pressed against her shivering spine. "Relax your script, my love. Don't fight the ring. I have the entire lower passage braced. Lean all your weight into my chest."
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 poured a deep, freezing numbness straight into her shattered lower back, soothing the bruised silver characters of her name until the violent, unaligned tremors began to slow down. He forced her ragged chest to follow the steady, calm rhythm of his formless pulse, keeping her anchored in the pitch blackness.
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 crowning twin crowns remained a monstrous weight in her lower abdomen, but the terrifying sensation of being split completely apart 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:
378 chapters remain.