The loss of the first one hundred chapters created a profound chronological vacuum. With the entire Foundational Era unwritten from Haoran's ledger, the narrative structure skipped its anchor. The prenatal gravity of the Twin Primordials, having thoroughly emptied the root, naturally expanded its upward reach into the massive expanse of Phase 2: The Cosmic Odyssey.
The target was no longer a single memory or a localized desert; it was a vast reservoir of time. The twins locked onto the early centuries of the Multi-Season Conquest—specifically the first few dozen of the 156 Structural Pillars that Haoran and Yuxiao had conquered across hundreds of millions of years.
The white, unformatted fractures on Haoran's transparent silhouette suddenly dilated. The stolen history of millions of years of cosmic warfare began to hemorrhage into the womb.
With this massive block of time siphoned away, Haoran's internal clock shattered. The sheer weight of the eras he had lived through evaporated from his current state. He didn't just lose the memory of those conquests; he lost the existential density that came from surviving them. His transparent form became impossibly light, losing its grip on the "Speed of God" metabolic timeline. He was sinking backward into the unwritten void, a ghost being pulled away from the present by the weight of his own stolen past.
Yuxiao felt the cosmic depth behind her flattening. The hundreds of millions of years they had shared were being compressed into a singular, dense point of fetal logic inside her. "The timeline is shrinking," she cried, her silver-scripted form trembling as the absolute silence of the new universe began to whisper prematurely in her ears. "Haoran, if they take the Odyssey, there won't be enough distance between our beginning and their birth!"
Haoran's transparent silhouette, despite sinking into the chronological void, refused to let go of her chassis. He could no longer rely on his history to anchor her, so he relied on the impending conclusion. He cast the remaining Threads of the Absolute forward, bypassing the hundreds of millions of years he had lost, and tied his remaining presence to the definitive countdown of The 3000 Milestone.
He used the weight of Season 6—the certainty of their planned conclusion—as a heavy counterweight to pull himself back up to the present edge of existence, keeping Yuxiao stable through sheer narrative momentum.
The twins absorbed the vast temporal marrow of those early centuries, their fetal forms growing exponentially denser within the Womb-Gate Horizon. The countdown script, vibrating violently against the pale, bleached air, dropped once more: 452 chapters remain.