Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3129: Reshaping And Renaming The Land

The Silent Lotus World was abuzz.

Every sect, clan, merchant group, and wandering cultivator was speaking the same names:

Lin Mu. Huo Jianyang. The Draw.

And far beyond the Silent Lotus World, news was spreading like wildfire. The Smoldering Rock Merchant Union’s jade messengers crossed borders, rode Cross World Transmission arrays, and passed through the void itself!

Within days, whispers of Lin Mu’s feat were racing across realms.

In taverns, they told the story with widened eyes: ”A Fifth Tribulation immortal battled a transcendent general—and did not lose!”

In sects, they debated fiercely: ”What Dao Embryos did he reveal? Could he already be walking the path toward transcendence?”

In merchant halls, they rubbed their hands and schemed: ”If he allies with us, our banner will shine brighter than gold.”

And in the high courts of ancient powers, where emperors and matriarchs could only listen in silence, a simple truth was acknowledged:

Lin Mu was no longer just a prodigy. He was no longer just a name whispered in potential.

He was a force to be reckoned with.

And the world had been put on notice.

For fifteen days, Lin Mu remained in seclusion...

The world outside spun with whispers, rumors, and declarations, but none of it touched his chamber.

He needed silence.

His meridians still quivered, threads of sword intent occasionally lashing out within him like sparks from a fractured furnace.

His vitality burned to repair torn vessels, his Burdenless Dominator physique and his body cultivation knitting muscle and bone faster than any healer could manage. Even so, the sheer toll of his clash with Grand Elder Huo was unlike anything he had endured in recent times.

Perhaps only his recovery after saving Lady Kang’s life might exceed this by a great margin. After all, it needed the Saintess’ help to fix him.

Each day was spent in a cycle of meditation, sleeping, and slow nourishing meals to replenish his strength.

His Dao Embryos resonated faintly in his dantian, balancing themselves after being pushed to extremes.

The True Earth Heart pulsed steadily like a drumbeat, restoring his foundation.

The Dominating Gravity Sphere’s runic rings shimmered with faint cracks, demanding time to mend.

And the Sword Cradle Divine Sheath rested heavier than usual against his back, as if satisfied but weary from the battle.

He was aware, faintly, that things were happening beyond his room.

His immortal sense picked up on voices outside the residence speaking in hushed tones. Couriers came and went. Occasionally, laughter or awe-filled gasps drifted into his awareness. But nobody knocked on his door. Nobody disturbed his healing.

By the fifteenth day, Lin Mu finally opened his eyes fully. His aura had stabilized. His body, while not completely healed, thrummed with vitality once more.

”It’s time,” he murmured, standing from his mat.

His limbs cracked like thunder, his joints eager for movement.

When he slid open the door and stepped out into the courtyard, he did not expect the sight that awaited him.

Meng Bai was sitting cross-legged on the stone steps, his eyes closed in meditation. On his shoulder perched Ashy, the little black bird, head tucked beneath one wing. Yet the instant the door opened, both stirred at once.

Meng Bai’s eyes snapped open, bright with energy, while Ashy let out an excited chirp.

”Master!” Meng Bai exclaimed.”Master!” Ashy echoed, wings flapping.

The two leapt toward him in unison, colliding into his chest with such force that Lin Mu almost staggered. For a heartbeat, he stood blinking in surprise before his hands instinctively rose to pat their backs.

”What’s this about?” Lin Mu asked, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite his confusion.

Meng Bai leaned back, grinning ear to ear. ”Master, you won’t believe what happened while you were resting!”

Ashy bobbed his head rapidly, chirping in excitement. ”They’re making a new place in your and Grand Elder Huo’s honor!”

Lin Mu’s brows furrowed. ”A new place? What do you mean by that?”

The two exchanged a glance, as if eager to be the first to tell the tale, before speaking over one another in excitement.

”The Ashfall Plains—” Meng Bai began.”—they’re not plains anymore!” Ashy cut in, wings flapping.

Lin Mu tilted his head, remembering the scar his battle had carved into the land.

Meng Bai continued, ”The City Lord, Elders and the other powers of the city have declared it. After your battle with Grand Elder Huo, the entire region has changed. It’s been renamed.”

”Renamed?” Lin Mu asked slowly.

Ashy puffed his feathers. ”It’s because of you! The Ashfall Plains collapsed into a valley during your clash. They’re calling it something else now.”

Lin Mu’s eyes narrowed in thought, and after a moment he gave a small nod. ”That... makes sense. After what we did, it could hardly remain as it was. But what about this business of honor?”

This time, both Meng Bai and Ashy leaned forward, voices dropping into a near-reverent tone.

”It’s not just the shape of the land that changed, Master,” Meng Bai explained. ”Your sword intent and Grand Elder Huo’s... has seeped into the valley itself. Thousands of sword marks remain carved into the rocks. The air hums with sharpness. Even just standing near the edge makes one’s skin prickle as if cut.”

Ashy chirped eagerly. ”And it’s not just sword intent! The lava you drew out still flows. Fresh magma has filled the valley floor, and it radiates Fire, Earth, and Metal Qi so dense that cultivators can feel it pulling at their meridians just by breathing!”

Meng Bai nodded fiercely. ”And the Dao traces, Master. The traces you both released are still lingering. Not fading like normal battle remnants, but sticking. The whole land... it’s like it’s been reforged.”

Lin Mu’s eyes widened slightly as realization dawned.

Meng Bai and Ashy said the words together, almost ceremonially:

”It’s turned into a cultivation ground.”

For a long moment, Lin Mu stood silent. The idea seemed almost absurd. He had thought of their clash as destructive, a reckless storm of power that left the land broken. But now...

A battlefield had become a sacred place.

His lips pressed together in astonishment. He had never imagined that what began as a spar could reshape the world in such a way.