Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 2805: No End Of Danger

Lin Mu felt the familiar lurch of spatial displacement, his body stretching and compressing in impossible directions as the teleportation array flung them across dimensions.

Beside him, Monk Hushu chanted softly, attempting to maintain the balance of his internal energy, while Meng Bai clung to the monkʼs shoulder like a drowning man clinging to driftwood. Daoist Chu, pale-faced and sweating, gritted his teeth, enduring the disorienting chaos as best he could.

”This is most certainly not how itʼs supposed to be!” Daoist Chu shouted. But the words were swallowed by the roaring silence of the void. Realizing no one could hear him in the distortion, he swiftly took out his jade slip and transmitted the message telepathically.

”Youʼre right,” Lin Mu responded grimly. ”I think the instability has caused the teleportation channel to veer off course.”

His Spatial Perception flared, scanning the warped flow around them. A spatial channel was supposed to be relatively straight—rarely curving, always aiming for the shortest, most stable path. But what Lin Mu saw unsettled him: the tunnel was bending in multiple places, curling unnaturally like a snake in convulsions.

ʼIf itʼs bending like this... then this isnʼt a stable channel at all,ʼ Lin Mu realized with a tightening chest.

The route between the Osteri Divine World and the Silent Lotus Realm had once been a well-traveled, well-maintained path. Disturbances werenʼt uncommon, but they were usually manageable—theyʼd just suspend use of the array until the rifts had quieted.

But this was different.

”Itʼs our own haste that doomed us,” Lin Mu muttered. ”In our rush and the arrayʼs instability, we didnʼt choose a stable channel at all.”

”Shit, this might not end well for us,” Daoist Chu said through gritted teeth, brows deeply furrowed.

To the others, it was complete darkness—like drifting through an endless abyss. Only Lin Mu could see the reality of the spatial corridor twisting around them.

”Can you take out the courtyard?” Daoist Chu asked, a flicker of desperation in his voice.

”I can... but it wonʼt hold,” Lin Mu replied. ”This channelʼs already on the verge of collapse. Adding the courtyardʼs mass will only make things worse.”

”Then weʼll just have to endure it,” Daoist Chu said, jaw clenched.

”Amitabha, may Buddha show us the path,” Monk Hushu murmured, clasping his prayer beads tighter.

Meng Bai remained silent, his lips bloodless, teeth chattering as fear seeped into his bones.

Little Shrubby and the twin beasts had retreated into the Sleepscape the moment the teleportation started. Even if he had kept them outside, Lin Mu hadnʼt been confident it would keep them safe. The channel was so unstable, there was a real risk theyʼd be scattered or lost between dimensions.

At first, things remained tolerable. They floated through the warped space for what felt like a minute... until—

CRACK!

A violent fracture split through the spatial corridor like lightning tearing across the night sky.

Lin Muʼs eyes flew open, instincts blaring like war drums.

”Hold on!” he yelled.

With a surge of Qi, he conjured a rune barrier.

A jagged ripple of raw spatial energy howled toward them—no sound, but an overwhelming sense of annihilation in its wake.

”MELD!”

Lin Mu thrust his hand forward, invoking his spatial skill. A translucent wall of condensed space snapped into existence, intercepting the ripple just in time.

There was no sound when the energies collided—but the impact reverberated through Lin Muʼs bones like a thunderclap.

COUGH!

Blood splattered from his lips.

A sickening pain coiled through his insides, as if a thousand invisible blades had stirred up his organs. His body cultivation, which had endured countless battles and crushing blows, was nearly powerless against the primal wrath of the void.

Even for Lin Mu, this was not something to shrug off.

They drifted past the fracture, and though the rupture faded behind them, Lin Muʼs body still throbbed with pain.

”That was close...” he muttered, wiping the blood from his chin.

”What happened?!” Daoist Chu asked, alarmed.

”A breach. A streak of spatial energy broke through.”

Daoist Chuʼs face went ashen. ”WHAT?!”

Monk Hushu stiffened, and even Meng Bai seemed to instinctively sense how deadly the situation had become—though he couldnʼt grasp the full scope.

”This channel is worse than I thought,” Lin Mu said darkly. He expanded his Spatial Perception, pushing it to its absolute limit.

He had to see everything—every glimmer, every shift—before it could reach them.

He knew that even a single unblocked streak of spatial energy could kill them all in an instant. And if they survived? They could be ejected into the Great Void.

There would be no coming back from that.

Five agonizing minutes passed. Time felt elastic, stretching around them like taffy.

Then—there!

A flicker. A glint of death.

”INCOMING!” Lin Mu shouted.

CRACK!

Another ripple broke into the corridor, hurtling straight for them.

”MELD!” he roared, forcing all his strength into the barrier.

THUD!

It hit like a divine spear. Lin Muʼs vision blurred as another mouthful of blood splattered from his lips.

COUGH!

His soul shook.

”This is getting worse...” he gasped. He didnʼt know how many more he could take.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

As if fate had heard his thoughts and decided to mock him, three more fractures burst into existence.

”SHIT!” Lin Muʼs eyes went wide with horror. He summoned every ounce of his strength, erecting multiple barriers in a desperate attempt to protect them.

THUD!

The first streak struck Meld, rattling Lin Muʼs body like a gong. His ribs screamed in pain.

”Ugh...” Lin Mu groaned, his Qi spiraling out of control.

He barely managed to rebuild the barrier when—

THUD!

The second ripple slammed into it. This time, the barrier shattered.

ARGH!

Lin Mu screamed, blood spewing from his mouth as he lost control over Meld.

The ripple dispersed... barely. But he could already see the third coming, gliding through the corridor like a vengeful ghost.

”Oh no...” Lin Mu whispered.

His blood ran cold.

This one was different—bigger, sharper, and aimed straight at their core.

And he had nothing left to block it.