Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3465: The Saintess’ Memory Pill

Lin Mu stood at the edge of the collapsed mountain, breathing slowly.

Then the air rippled.

SHUA

The Saintess appeared before him.

He stiffened in surprise. ”Saintess?”

She held out her hand, revealing the small dark green pill. ”Here. This should help you.”

”What’s this?” Lin Mu asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

”I cleaned out the rest of the trash that tried to harm Meng Bai,” she said calmly. ”This pill contains all the information you might need.”

”All of it?” Lin Mu was genuinely stunned.

”Just eat it. You will learn the rest.”

She began to fade, her form dissolving into mist, but before she vanished completely, her voice lingered.

”We should leave this world as soon as possible. I think things are about to change on this journey.”

Then she was gone, leaving Lin Mu standing alone under a broken sky, holding a pill filled with secrets, and feeling that the road ahead had just grown far more dangerous.

Lin Mu stood alone atop the flattened plateau, the evening wind finally returning to the world and tugging gently at his robes. In his hand rested the small pill the Saintess had given him. It was no larger than a single pea, dark green and faintly translucent, with slow currents moving inside it like trapped breath.

It did not emit any Qi or Immortal Essence, nor did it carry any of the usual alchemical scent that pills possessed. Instead, it felt... quiet. Too quiet.

He turned it between his fingers, his gaze sharpening.

A pill like this should not exist.

At least, not by any method Lin Mu was familiar with.

At that moment, a familiar presence stirred within his mind.

”So even she chose to do this,” Xukong said, his tone carrying rare surprise.

Lin Mu paused. ”You recognize it?”

”More than recognize it,” Xukong replied. ”I did not expect her to make one herself. It has been a very long time since I last saw such a thing.”

Lin Mu’s brows drew together. ”Then tell me, Senior. What exactly is this pill?”

There was a brief silence, as if Xukong was organizing his thoughts.

”It is a Memory Pill,” Xukong finally said. ”But not one crafted through Alchemy.”

Lin Mu’s eyes narrowed. ”Not Alchemy?”

”No,” Xukong answered calmly. ”This is a creation of the Poison Dao.”

For the first time since the Saintess had appeared, genuine disbelief crossed Lin Mu’s face.

”Poison Dao?” he repeated. ”You are telling me this thing was created through poison?”

”Indeed,” Xukong said without hesitation. ”At a sufficiently high level, the Poison Dao ceases to be about toxins and lethality alone. It becomes a Dao of intrusion, corruption, extraction, and refinement. Memories, souls, vitality, even fate itself can be treated as things that can be poisoned, separated, and distilled.”

Lin Mu looked back at the pill, seeing it in an entirely new light.

”Still,” he said slowly, ”using poison to create a pill that contains memories... that feels impossible.”

Xukong gave a dry chuckle. ”Only because your understanding of poison is still bound to killing. Her primary Dao has never been Wind, Air, Cloud, Alchemy, nor Medicine, nor even combat in the conventional sense. Her main Dao has always been Poison. Absolute Poison.”

Lin Mu frowned. ”Then why has she never used it?”

”Because she cannot,” Xukong replied. ”Not here. Not in a lower world like this. If she were to use her true Poison Dao openly, this entire world would rot from the inside out. Even the Immortal Court would feel the backlash. What you have seen so far is restraint.”

Lin Mu felt a chill crawl up his spine.

”Then how did she make this?” he asked.

”There are two possibilities,” Xukong said. ”Either she refined it beyond the boundary of this world and brought it in, or she created it precisely at the world’s limit, skirting the edge of what reality here can tolerate. Given her personality, I suspect the latter.”

Lin Mu exhaled slowly. ”No wonder she could gather all of them at once.”

”Yes,” Xukong agreed. ”She did not gather them. She poisoned the world’s air for a fraction of a moment. To her level of mastery, that is enough to paralyze, extract, and condense.”

Lin Mu fell silent.

For all his growth, for all the techniques and Dao he had mastered, moments like this reminded him just how vast the gap still was between him and those who truly stood at the peak.

He did not hesitate any longer.

Without ceremony, Lin Mu placed the pill into his mouth.

The moment it touched his tongue, it dissolved.

There was no bitterness, no sweetness, no sensation at all. The pill did not travel down his throat or into his stomach like a normal elixir. Instead, it broke apart into a faint green mist that surged upward, slipping directly into his mind.

Lin Mu stiffened.

Then the memories came.

Not as a chaotic flood, not as violent soul tearing like when he used the Murdering Heart Sutra. There was no pain, no disorientation, no struggle. Instead, the memories unfolded with chilling precision.

It was as if a perfectly organized dossier had been placed inside his mind.

Information sorted itself automatically. Identities, hierarchies, locations, codes, methods, timelines. Redundant memories were stripped away. Emotional noise was removed. Lies were filtered out. What remained was pure, distilled truth.

Lin Mu’s eyes slowly widened.

The process lasted less than a minute, faster than with the sutra.

When it ended, Lin Mu knew everything the Dead Needle Abyss operatives in this world had known.

Most of it was familiar. Their structure. Their methods. Their poisons. Their suicide protocols. Their communication routes. Their reliance on layered anonymity and false identities. All things Lin Mu had already uncovered piece by piece.

But there were new details. And those details made his blood run cold.

The first revelation was simple.

Meng Bai had never been the primary target.

Lin Mu had been.

There was an open bounty on his head.

Not a small one. Not a localized one.