Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

As March Day arrived, the sky split open, and purple-red light sliced ​​through the air like a knife. Lightstone City fell silent, its residents already hidden inside. Only the wise man and Rosie's family stood at the city gate, facing this bizarre celestial phenomenon.

"Today, the boundaries of the world have become blurred." The wise man pointed to the distance, his tone filled with awe.

Rosie followed the wise man's guidance, her pupils involuntarily constricting. The distant mountains seemed to be torn apart by some force, appearing and disappearing, jumping and flickering between different dimensions, making her dizzy. She subconsciously grasped Caesar's small hand, as if this was the only way to ensure that her son would not suddenly disappear in this twisted space.

“Let’s go, while the border is weak, we can reach the Holy Mountain more easily.” The wise man turned, his robe fluttering in the unusual wind.

Rosie touched the Heart of Poseidon on her chest. It trembled slightly under the influence of March Sun, as if resonating with this distorted space. She took a deep breath and followed the wise man.

The scenery along the way was eerie - towering trees twisted into spirals, rivers flowing backwards and lapping against the shore, and even in a few places, Rosie was horrified to find her own figure in front of her, but doing completely unfamiliar movements. It was her, but not her, as if she was a mirror image from another world.

"Mom, I'm scared." Caesar held Rosie tightly in his little hands, fear flashing in his big amber eyes.

"Don't be afraid, Mom's here." Rosie crouched down, her fingers gently stroking her son's black hair. She tried to sound reassuring and reassuring, but her heart was also churning with unease. The strangeness of this alien world was far beyond her imagination, and the power of the Heart of Poseidon seemed to be unstable here.

Kyle walked at the end of the group, his amber eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, his hands always resting on his weapons. Rosie felt an invisible sense of security coming from behind her - no matter how distorted the world was, Kyle's presence was like a solid rock, stable and reliable.

"This is the wonder of March Day," the wise man explained, pointing to the ever-changing landscape around him. "The boundaries between all worlds are becoming weaker, and things that were once separated may be reconnected."

"Including people?" Luo Xi blurted out, her voice trembling slightly.

Falcon's face flashed through her mind: the man forced to remain in ancient times, the man who endured the evil of heaven to save her. Would the Heart of the Sea God sense him? In the blurry March days, could she find a way to him?

The wise man paused, turned around and stared at Luo Xi, his eyes as deep as a pool: "Yes, including people."

Rosie's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the Heart of Poseidon in her chest grew hot, its blue light even stronger than usual. She felt a strange pull, as if someone was calling her from afar.

"Sissi." Kyle's deep voice came from behind, carrying a warning tone, "Focus."

Rosie came back to her senses and nodded in agreement. Kyle's expression remained calm, but a familiar emotion flickered in his eyes. She knew Kyle had noticed her distraction and guessed who she was thinking about. But now was not the time to discuss this.

The road ahead became increasingly strange. The withered trees began to groan, the ground shook from time to time, and the air was filled with mist-like energy fluctuations that stung the skin slightly.

Caesar suddenly fell silent, his amber eyes fixed on the horizon. Rosie was surprised to find that the fear in her son's eyes had been replaced by intense curiosity. As expected of Kyle's child, even when faced with the unknown, he could quickly adapt and explore.

"Mom, look!" Caesar suddenly pointed to the sky, his voice full of excitement.

Rosie looked up, and the sight before her took her breath away. Countless points of light drifted across the sky, like fragments of shattered stars. Each seemed to contain a miniature universe, a myriad of possibilities flickering. Some held bustling cities, others desolate battlefields, still others a tranquil sea. Fragments of countless parallel worlds swirled above their heads.

"The essence of March Day," the wise man explained, "is the moment when the barriers between worlds are at their weakest, when memories, possibilities, parallel universes, everything interweaves."

Rosie held out her hand, and a pinprick of light landed in her palm. Instantly, a scene unfolded before her: on an unfamiliar beach, she and Falcon stood side by side, their gazes etched with smiles. Waves gently lapped the shore, and the sun gently shone on his tanned skin. In that moment, she could almost smell the salty sea breeze and feel the sand between her toes. The image faded too quickly, but the warmth it felt took root deep within her heart.

"Falcon..." She muttered the name in her heart, feeling a pang of bitterness in her chest.

"Don't touch those things." Kyle suddenly appeared beside her and grabbed her wrist. His palm was warm and strong, and his amber eyes flashed with vigilance. "They might be traps."

Rosie pulled her hand away, but the strange feeling lingered. She looked at Kyle and noticed a flicker of worry in his eyes. Had he noticed something? Did he realize who she had just seen?

"I'm fine." She said softly, trying to hide her inner turmoil.

Kyle loosened his grip, his eyes still alert: "Stay alert, there's something wrong with this place."

The wise man stopped ahead and pointed to the distance: "Look, the holy mountain."

Rosie followed his direction, her breath caught in her astonishment. This wasn't just any mountain, but a massive crystal rising from the ground. Against the purplish-red sky, the entire mountain shimmered with an eerie light, beating like a giant heart. Each flicker resonated with the Heart of Poseidon in her chest, as if the two were connected by some invisible connection.

"Where are we going?" Caesar asked softly, his voice filled with both fear and excitement. He clutched Rosie's clothes tightly, his amber eyes wide, like a miniature version of Kyle.

"Yes, little one," the wise man replied with a smile, "the holy relic is there."

Rosie felt the heart of Poseidon in her chest beating even more violently, a strong pull that she could hardly resist. She took a step forward involuntarily, but was pulled back by Kyle.

Kyle whispered, "Follow me."

Rosie nodded, forcing herself to calm down. She knew Kyle was right. In this strange place, any impulsive action could lead to disaster. But the resonance of Poseidon's Heart and the scene she had just witnessed caused a surge of complex emotions within her.

"The Holy Mountain only reveals its true form on March Day," the wise man explained. "Normally, it hides in the folds of the dimension and cannot be discovered."

"Sounds like a trap," Kyle commented coldly.

"Dad's right," Caesar agreed quietly, wrinkling his nose. "I smell danger."

Rosie couldn't help but ruffle her son's black hair, a surge of pride welling up in her heart. Although Caesar was young, he had already demonstrated a keenness and courage beyond his years.

She took a deep breath and gazed toward the holy mountain in the distance. No matter what lay there, she had to move forward. To find the relic, to solve the mystery, and perhaps... to see Falcon again. The man who had endured the evil of heaven to save her, the man who had been forced to remain in the ancient past.

"We must move forward," she said firmly, her voice calmer than she had intended.

The wise man turned to Caesar and said, "Little dragon, it's your turn to perform."

Caesar pulled the dark red crystal key from his bosom, his face filled with nervousness and anticipation. As it approached the Holy Mountain, the key began to glow, resonating with the mountain and emitting a humming sound. Rosie stared at the key in her son's hand, her heartbeat quickening with the vibrations.

"Insert it into the groove in the mountain." The wise man pointed to an almost invisible hole at the foot of the mountain.

Caesar looked at his parents, his large amber eyes filled with inquiry. Rosie and Kyle exchanged a glance, and in that instant, they reached a consensus without words. Finally, they both nodded simultaneously.

"Be careful." Kyle whispered, and the concern in his voice warmed Rosie's heart.

Caesar's figure was as tiny as a speck of dust, yet he advanced fearlessly before the vast, holy mountain of crystal. Rosie's heart trembled with every step her son took, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes until her nails nearly dug into her palms. This was her own flesh and blood, the fruit of her and Kyle's love, and yet now, he was so far away, facing such a vast unknown.

"Come back..." Rosie muttered to herself, but the words faltered on the tip of her tongue. She couldn't, and shouldn't, stop Caesar. Though small, he already displayed the courage and determination of the Black Dragon bloodline. As a mother, she wanted to protect him from harm while also hoping he would thrive. These conflicting feelings tore at her heart, forcing her to stand still, her hands clenched into fists.

"Do you want me to accompany him?" Rosie asked hesitantly.

"He'll be fine," Kyle said, his voice low but filled with undeniable certainty.

Rosie looked up, meeting those amber eyes. There was no fear or hesitation in Kyle's gaze, only trust and pride in his son. At that moment, Rosie realized that even though they were parents, they couldn't always protect their child. There were some paths Caesar had to forge on his own.

She nodded, but couldn't control her gaze, which was fixed firmly on the small figure. The heart of the sea god felt slightly warm in her chest, as if he was also worried about his little master.

Caesar had reached the foot of the mountain. He looked up, facing the crystal mountain that towered a thousand times taller than he was. Against the purple-red sky, the mountain shimmered with an eerie light, beating like a giant heart. Any adult would feel insignificant and terrified in the face of such a sight, but not Caesar.

His amber eyes fixed unblinkingly on his target, his tiny hand clutching the dark red crystal key, his tiny chin lifted stubbornly. That expression, that posture, was remarkably similar to Kyle's, standing beside Rosie. Father and son, one towering like a mountain, the other tiny, yet both shared the same unyielding spirit.

"This is it," Caesar said to himself, his voice childish but firm.

Her little hand lifted, and she aligned the key with the groove, her movements cautious and decisive. Rosie's heartbeat seemed to stop, and time seemed to stretch infinitely at this moment.

Caesar gently pushed the key in.

Boom!

The entire sacred mountain suddenly trembled, the ground shook, and debris flew everywhere. Rosie panicked and took a step forward reflexively, wanting to rush over and hug her son back. At this moment, Kyle's arm clamped around her waist like an iron hoop.

"Wait." Kyle warned in a low voice.

Before he finished speaking, a miracle happened.

The holy mountain is lit.

A flash of blue light first appeared where Caesar had inserted the key, then spread rapidly like a virus. Countless veins spread out like blood vessels, weaving into a web that covered the entire massive crystal mountain. The blue light intertwined, growing brighter and brighter, until it finally formed a vast pattern—a mirror bound by chains.

The moment the pattern was completed, the entire mountain emitted a deafening humming sound. Rosie felt the heart of Poseidon in her chest beating violently, resonating strongly with the mountain. The feeling was both strange and familiar, as if something was calling her, awakening dormant memories within her.

"Mirror of the Void." The wise man whispered, his voice full of awe, like a sigh lingering in everyone's ears.