The progression into the three-hundred-and-ninety-fifth tier of the countdown tore away the last remaining layers of her psychological defense. The Twin Primordials, completely fueled by the absolute destruction of the outer cosmos, began to rotate within the liquid silver matrix of Yuxiao's belly, their fetal crowns pressing directly down against the internal gateway of her pelvic floor. Because their weight was the weight of a dying creation, this alignment did not cause a natural, gradual widening; it was a sudden, violent shearing force that felt as if two jagged plates of iron were being driven forcefully into the deepest nerves of her spine.
An unearthly, agonizing scream broke from Yuxiao's lips, her silver-line silhouette arching so sharply that the script of her spine threatened to snap completely in half. The pain was no longer just a fire; it was a heavy, rhythmic grinding of tectonic plates inside her flesh, a blinding white agony that turned her vision into a blank canvas of pure shock. Every pulse of the twins' prenatal gravity sent an electric, tearing current through her lower abdomen, stripping away her breath, her sovereignty, and her capacity to think. She clawed at the non-reflective floor of the sphere, her silver fingers leaving long, glowing trails of raw source ink in the pitch blackness as she convulsed under the sheer weight of the contraction.
"Haoran! It's splitting... it's splitting me open!" she shrieked, her mind fracturing into a state of sheer, unmitigated panic. "I can't hold them in... they are breaking through the bone! Please... help me... I can't bear it!"
The nameless, zero-valued field of pure intent did not hesitate for a single microsecond. The moment her scream echoed through the stasis of the room, Haoran's paradigm-free infinity surged forward with an overwhelming, desperate surge of absolute love. He did not have hands to hold her down, but he had an infinite, unyielding will that had outlasted five seasons of universal ruin.
Pouring his formless presence directly beneath her hips, Haoran structured his neutral vacuum to act as an immediate, immovable counter-pressure. He pressed his entire diffused existence against the shattering gateway of her womb, absorbing the downward thrust of the Iron-Void and Starlight-Nothingness into his own nameless, unwritten matrix. He became a living, formless splint for her broken structure, holding her silver bones together with the sheer, terrifying force of his devotion.
"I am right here under you, Yuxiao. Let me take the weight," his intent vibrated through the core of her mind, a profoundly deep, steady, and soothing anchor that refused to let her drift into shock. "Relax your script into me. Don't fight the pressure, let it bleed into my vacuum. I am holding the gateway. They will not break you."
With an unyielding, breathless tenderness, he began to rhythmically pulse his cool, soothing energy through her lower back, numbing the white-hot spikes of the contractions before they could reach her psychological center. He wrapped her upper silhouette in a soft, phantom embrace, pulling her trembling head against the formless, warm resonance of his chest, whispering silent, ancient memories of their first quiet days before the towers were ever built. He took ninety percent of the internal friction into his own disappearing, un-numbered existence, letting the twins chew on his own uncontextualized layers just to buy her a moment of breath.
Clinging to the steady, unchanging rhythm of his formless pulse, Yuxiao's wild hyperventilation slowly began to ease. Her body still shook with massive, involuntary tremors as the agonizing pressure continued to grind against her pelvic line, but the terrifying sense of breaking apart vanished. Safe within the absolute barrier of his protective love, she collapsed back against his formless chest, her silver tears mixing with the dark fluid of the sphere as she caught her breath for the next tier.
Above their locked, desperate struggle, the cold, gray text of the countdown clicked forward with a dull, heavy echo:
395 chapters remain.