100: Chapter 100 Above the Snowstorm

At the bottom of the ventilation shaft.

The thick fog gradually dispersed. Energy echoes reverberated against the walls. The condensed metal layers had long since shattered, exposing steel bone arches and panels that groaned like broken limbs.

Deep within the passage, the air was damp and icy.

Ye Nanxing leaned against the wall, her left arm clutching Yan tightly.

The boy's body was frighteningly light, like an 'empty shell' left behind after his psychic energy was completely exhausted.

He didn't cry, didn't fuss, didn't struggle at all. He just rested quietly against her—

But she could feel it—that once turbulent surge of psychic energy had now receded like the tide, leaving behind only a cold, damp ripple on the seabed.

Chu Yunting looked at the two of them, his expression unprecedentedly grave.

"...He's done for."

He spoke in a low voice, "He's overloaded."

"That last attack just now… he bit through the entire main system and came back. Now—his consciousness structure is shattering on its own."

Ye Nanxing did not reply.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her breathing shallow. Her psychic energy still teetered on the edge of 'rebound collapse.'

But her movements were extremely gentle, slow, and steady.

As if protecting a piece of crystal on the verge of shattering.

She leaned down, gently pressing her forehead against Yan's cold temple, and whispered:

"I'll take you away."

Ye Nanxing slowly raised her hand, her fingers tracing the torn collar of her own clothes. Her fingertip searched along the inner lining until it found a faint pattern.

She attempted to use the ability she had just employed, tried to tear through space once more.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"Tear"—!

She forcefully bit her index finger. Blood welled up and dripped onto the guiding pattern.

[Psychic Connection Initialization Failed...]

The first attempt failed. The pattern flashed once and then extinguished.

Chu Yunting hadn't moved a muscle, only stared intently at her actions, his gaze complex.

The second time, she gathered her focus again. Her psychic energy slowly regulated, attempting to condense into a single point.

Yet, it failed once more.

"—Someone's coming!"

Chu Yunting snapped his head up.

"Not someone."

The moment his words fell.

At the end of the passage, the originally sealed emergency pressure door cracked twice—

A figure slowly walked out.

He was thin.

His experimental subject uniform was tattered and torn, his arms covered in dense psychic lock patterns.

His eyes were still white.

But that whiteness was no longer out of control.

It was utter clarity.

No. 3 Body.

The source of the psychic disaster 'awakened' on the Day of Extreme Cold and sealed away until now—

He had finally emerged.

Chu Yunting's brow furrowed deeply. He was just about to draw his gun.

But Ye Nanxing grabbed his wrist and whispered, "...He has no hostility."

Chu Yunting fell silent for half a second and did not move again.

And No. 3 Body truly did nothing.

He simply stopped a few meters away and raised his hand.

He opened his palm.

In it lay a grayish-white crystal core, resembling some kind of unprocessed raw ore, emitting an extremely low-frequency resonance in the air.

It wasn't beautiful or bright.

But the moment it appeared—

Yan's body jolted violently!

As if some 'lost code' within his body had been completely pieced back together.

[...Returning it to you.]

No. 3 Body said softly.

His voice was very soft, carrying a kind of gentle stubbornness, as if about to dissolve.

Yan struggled to lift his head, his gaze hazy.

But the next second, he raised his small hand and took the crystal.

The moment it made contact—

HUM!!!

[Core Recognition Successful]

[Psychic Node Fusion]

[Synchronizing Lost Residual Core · Progress 4%...9%...37%...]

The entire deep base seemed 'awakened' by the fusion at this moment.

Low-frequency resonance exploded outwards from the crystal as the epicenter!

Metal trembled, energy conduits ruptured, discarded neural chains began to 'flow back'—

The entire Zero Point bunker began to collapse!

"—It's going to collapse!" Chu Yunting reacted the fastest, immediately hoisting up Ye Nanxing.

"Go!"

Holding the crystal, Yan's face showed unprecedented peace and exhaustion.

As if he had finally retrieved a part of himself.

But he didn't move.

He was waiting.

The next moment, No. 3 Body raised his hand and clenched his fist upwards!

Psychic ripples erupted!

He personally—locked down this bunker.

The collapse began from below, as if the entire 'skeleton' beneath the frozen earth had been pulled out. The ground caved in like an apocalypse.

And No. 3 Body, standing in the midst of the storm in the end, looked back at the three of them.

He said nothing.

He only revealed an extremely faint, clean smile.

The next instant.

He released an entire field of psychic combustion light cores on the spot, pushing them away from the heart of the passage!

At the edge of the spatial rift, in the lingering light, Ye Nanxing saw him one last time—

Standing in the light.

Like a spent ember.

In the ashes of civilization, lighting the exit—for the next era.

The wind still blew.

The blizzard was like blades. Heaven and earth were a sheet of gray-white, the world seeming to return to the original icebound epoch.

Deep within the swirling snow mist—

"BOOM!!!"

A spatial rift twisted and exploded, hurling three figures into the snow.

Chu Yunting was the first to roll and land, his arm tightly protecting Ye Nanxing and Yan in his embrace as they crashed heavily amidst a field of ice shards.

Before he could catch his breath, another tearing flash of light exploded violently in the sky.

"—Holy shit!! Watch out!"

It was Lin Xiao's voice.

He, along with Zhou Cheng and their team, fell from another rift at the same moment, as if thrown out of the abyss by a deity.

"Everyone alive! Count heads, quick!" Zhou Cheng swiftly checked.

"Ye Nanxing! Brother Chu!"

"Here!" Chu Yunting, holding Ye Nanxing, gasped lowly, "Both here—both of them are still alive."

Lin Xiao looked at the frosted locator in his hand, his face ashen. "Current coordinates... collapsed."

"The Zero Point base entrance has been completely destroyed."

"Our vehicles are all buried underneath."

He looked into the distance—

The ground had collapsed, forming a pit hundreds of meters in diameter, as if the entire bunker had been wiped from existence.

In the wind and snow.

Ye Nanxing remained unconscious, her face pale, her lips almost colorless.

And Yan also rested quietly against her chest, unmoving.

"What do we do?"

Zhou Cheng frowned and asked in a low voice.

"We can't get out of here. This area is a fault line. The wind corridor will completely swallow this zone within five hours."

Just as Lin Xiao was about to speak, he suddenly saw—

Yan slowly raise his hand.

His small palm pressed against Ye Nanxing's forehead.

Everyone froze.

"What is he doing?"

Zhou Cheng instinctively tightened his grip on his weapon, his gaze wary.

"Whose Child is he? How is he here?"

"Wait..."

Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes. "Isn't he the one from the base... the containment chamber?"

"You saw him before?!" Zhou Cheng whipped his head around.

"Quiet."

Chu Yunting spoke, his expression unusually serious. "Don't touch him—he's no ordinary Child."

The next second—

There was no light.

No supernatural phenomena.

Only an extremely gentle psychic wave, like spring snow quietly melting, softly diffusing from Yan's palm.

Amidst the wind and snow, an intangible warmth brushed over Ye Nanxing's temple, brow, throat, and heart meridian.