My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 1452

Tatiana struggled to her feet, then frantically started digging through the snow next to her. Soon, Nash's face emerged from beneath the snow. Using all her strength, she pulled him out. At that moment, Nash seemed somewhat rigid. Was he... dead?

Tatiana's face turned pale, and tears began to stream down her face uncontrollably. Nash had shared half of the burden of gravity with her from the 800-meter mark to the 900-meter mark.

His cultivation was higher than hers, and the gravity affecting him was many times greater than what she experienced. He could have easily left her behind, but he chose to climb the mountain with her instead. How could such a good man die? Tatiana could not help but cry out loud, her sobs sounding particularly eerie in the desolate mountain wilderness.

Suddenly, Nash coughed, and his body quickly warmed up.

Tatiana jolted, her voice choking as she asked, "Nash, you're not dead?"

"No... Not yet," Nash replied weakly as he rolled over and then took deep breaths. Before losing consciousness, he had used a technique to enter a state of suspended animation, which made him resemble a corpse.

There were no wild animals in the mountains, but there was still the risk of being killed by exposure to the sun. Entering a state of suspended animation helped him preserve vital energy within his body. "Why is it dark?" Nash looked puzzled.

Since they started climbing, at least 30 hours had passed. Was the sun not supposed to always be in the sky here? Was this array not supposed to ensure it was always daytime? And... why was it snowing now? It was freezing.

Nash shivered, then curled up to keep warm.

"Lady Luck kinda forsook us. We've been hit with the mountain's once-in-200-years night," Tatiana sighed gloomily.

Nash gave a wry smile. How unlucky, indeed. Suddenly, he sat up abruptly, startled. "The gravity's gone?"

He tried activating his gold core, but it still would not respond. However, he did not mind it much. As long as that dreadful gravity was gone, he was content.

Tatiana paused for a moment before surprise came over her. "It seems like it is!"

Nash quickly stood up. "Let's get moving. The gravity might return by daylight!"

Just as Nash tried to walk, his legs gave out and he fell face-first into the snow.

Tatiana, hugging her knees, said, "It's going to snow heavily tonight, and the temperature will drop a lot!"

Nash frowned. "Let's replace a place to warm up first." He looked around, and all he could see was a vast expanse of white. Nothing else was visible.

"I can build a stone hut," Tatiana said while raising her hand. Suddenly, the snowy surface shook, and following that, a large amount of stones began to levitate from the snow-covered ground.

Nash had seen Tatiana manipulate stones before. It seemed that her special ability was controlling stones. He found it odd that her power was not being suppressed. It seemed the array did not affect those with superpowers. Nash suddenly had an idea-if he disabled Tatiana's martial arts cultivation, would she then not have to endure the gravity?

Tatiana's hands moved continuously, and the stones came together, quickly forming a stone hut about the size of a single-person restroom.

Nash rubbed his legs vigorously, the friction generating enough heat to restore his blood circulation. Moments later, the two of them entered the stone hut against the bitter wind.

Tatiana took off her backpack, pulled out a rechargeable lamp, and placed it on the ground. Then, she brought out some charcoal, a folding table, two folding chairs, an inflatable bed, an air pump, frozen meat, and sausages. Nash watched in astonishment. "Is your rabbit backpack also a spirit tool?"

Tatiana nodded. "My mother's family is a family of spirit tool crafters. They can make some simple ones."

Nash was momentarily speechless. Spirit tools with storage functions were far from just simple. It was said that to craft a space, a type of special crafting material called the space stone was needed.

Tatiana piled up the charcoal, and suddenly, a flame burst from the palm of her right hand.