Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 2897: Finding Solutions And First Failure

The chamber surrounding the Heart of Gravity pulsed faintly, each breath of force causing a ripple across the ancient stone floor. Seated at the outer edge of the formation, Lin Mu closed his eyes, letting his immortal sense unfold. It reached out slowly—carefully—threading itself through the smallest gaps in the spatial seals.

At first, all seemed calm.

Then came the pushback.

A sudden, overwhelming pressure surged from the formationʼs core, and in an instant, Lin Muʼs immortal sense buckled under the weight. He winced as pain lanced through his forehead, his Immortal qi sea shaking violently from the strain.

Even his very Dantian was trembling, as if being pulled by the Gravity through the connected Immortal Sense.

He retracted his sense immediately, severing the connection before his sense shattered completely or worse... His dantian was affected.

”Even just that much was enough to damage me,” he muttered, massaging his brow.

It was unlike anything heʼd encountered before. Not even the Gravity Shard from the Great Meteor Wall had this much force. And this wasnʼt even from a physical object—it felt endless, like a bottomless ocean pressing down from another sky.

Clearly, he couldnʼt brute-force his way in.

Lin Mu took a deep breath, stabilizing his spirit. Then, instead of spiritual force, he shifted his approach—drawing upon something far subtler.

Space.

From the moment heʼd entered the monastery, Lin Mu had sensed the strange curvature of space in the air itself. The Spatial Fabric felt warped, tending to stretch in strange pockets, and the gravity wasnʼt a simple downwards pull—it twisted.

That was the clue.

Sitting cross-legged, he activated his spatial perception. The world around him sharpened, lines of force and folds in reality peeling back like petals of a lotus. He traced the distortions slowly, carefully, letting them guide his gaze to the source.

And there he saw it.

Not a treasure.

Not a crystal.

Not a relic of the past.

But a rift.

It was no wider than a coin, nestled at the dead center of the formation. It pulsed irregularly, like a wounded heart, vomiting out gravitational force with every beat. Space around it warped like a whirlpool, endlessly folding back in on itself.

Lin Muʼs eyes widened.

”Itʼs a tear…” he whispered. ”A tear in the Spatial Fabric... in reality itself.” He was astounded.

Feeling both scared but intrigued.

Whatever lay beyond that infinitesimal crack wasnʼt part of this world. Lin Mu couldnʼt see through it—his spatial sense ended in sheer blackness—but he could feel what emerged.

Gravity not bound by reason or mass. A primal force given form.

He stood up, breathing slowly.

So this was the true Heart of Gravity. Not an artifact, but a wound in the world. A fragment of some unknown domain leaking its Dao essence into this realm.

And the monks had built their temple around it.

”A coin-sized rift… with the weight of endless mountains,” Lin Mu murmured.

He finally understood why this place was so dangerous, and why the Great Burden Sutra could only be practiced here. It wasnʼt just a high-gravity zone. It was a convergence point for gravitational Dao, a tidepool formed by a crack between worlds.

”No wonder itʼs getting worse. This thingʼs unstable… and growing.”

If left unchecked, the rift could widen. And if that happened…

Everyone in the monastery would be crushed under an infinite pressure—devoured by the gravity storm.

There was only one way forward: seal the rift.

Lin Muʼs brows furrowed in concentration. He conjured Dao Scirpt runes from his hands, forming a lattice of sealing runes tailored to suppress rifts and anomalies. He began placing them in the air around the formation, letting them hover like silvery leaves caught in windless stillness.

But the moment he tried to bind them directly to the rift, the runes twisted and shattered—sliced apart by sheer gravitational shear.

The pressure was too intense. The rift resisted any external interference, like a spinning saw chewing through all restraint.

Lin Muʼs jaw clenched.

”I need to get closer,” he thought.

He pondered on it and decided to use his Spatial skills so that he could get closer.

He summoned a thin probe of immortal sense coated with the energy of his Spatial Skill Meld, letting it edge in from above the core. Lin Mu thought that with the immortal sense as a guide he could bring meld in and then use it to expand the opening just enough so that he could work on it.

ʼPerhaps I can cover it with Meld, plugging it and then close it with the ringʼs power.ʼ Lin Mu thought to himself.

He managed to slip it past the first few barriers—but the deeper he went, the more the distortions increased. The space itself began to crumble.

If he tried to reach the rift fully, the entire seal formation would collapse.

And then the monks—

He stopped.

The monks.

Right now, they were the ones suppressing the Heart of Gravity with their meditation. Their collective cultivation was the last barrier preventing the rift from spiraling out of control. If the formation were broken, even for a moment, the gravitational tide would sweep through the monastery and kill everyone in moments.

Lin Mu sat back heavily on the ground, cold sweat beading on his neck.

”I canʼt risk it… Not without a backup plan.”

He had the skill. He had the understanding. Even the power of his ring itself. But not the luxury of failure.

If he tried to close the rift now, he might succeed… or he might destroy the monastery and all who lived within it. Perhaps even himself if he didnʼt manage to teleport away in that instant.

Another obstacle. Another impasse.

He looked up at the ceiling of the chamber, at the worn faces of stone buddhas carved into the walls, and sighed.

He had to wait.

Wait for a chance, or a missing piece. Maybe reinforcements. Maybe a new method.

But for now, direct action would bring ruin.

Still, Lin Mu didnʼt despair. His expression remained steady, firm as mountain rock.

”Youʼre not getting away,” he muttered to the rift, narrowing his eyes. ”Iʼve marked you. Iʼll be back.”