Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3470: Arriving At the Khwanzim World

Lin Mu opened his eyes as he felt the change.

”We are close,” he said.

A few hours later, the void trembled before everything turned bright.

A few moments later, a vast world unfolded before them.

Blue ocean, vast green land and dense spiritual currents that pulsed like a living heartbeat.

”The Khwanzim World,” Daoist Chu announced.

Meng Bai stepped forward, gazing at the world through the large window in front of him.

He clenched his fists.

This was not an escape.

This was the next battlefield.

And this time, he would not be the weak one.

The teleportation array completed its final cycle with a deep, resonant hum that seemed to sink into the bones rather than the ears.

Light peeled away layer by layer, and the spatial pressure that had accompanied them for months vanished in an instant.

They had arrived.

Lin Mu stood near the wide crystalline window of the arrival pavilion, hands clasped behind his back, eyes calmly taking in the world beyond. The pavilion itself was immense, built atop a towering stone rise that jutted out like a natural watch tower between land and sea.

From this height, the view was breathtaking.

Ahead of them stretched a vast ocean, its waters a deep sapphire blue that shimmered under the immortal sun. The waves rolled with a steady rhythm, not violent, not gentle, but powerful in a restrained and ancient way. Far out on the horizon, Lin Mu could sense enormous presences beneath the water, slow and vast, moving like living continents.

Behind them lay land.

Not just land, but civilization.

A massive city sprawled across the plains below the pavilion, extending inward from the coast like a living organism. The architecture was unlike anything Meng Bai had seen before. Buildings were broad and solid at their bases, rising into wide domes that tapered into sharp pyramidal peaks.

Some peaks were smooth and polished, others layered with terraces or crowned with floating sigils. It looked like someone had put a pagoda atop a domed building.

Materials varied wildly.

Stone structures carved from single blocks of spirit infused rock stood beside wooden towers grown from ancient trees rather than cut. Metallic constructions gleamed with subdued luster, forged from immortal alloys that resonated faintly with formation energy. Even glass like materials were present, thick and crystalline, refracting light into shifting patterns.

”This place feels... alive,” Meng Bai murmured.

Lin Mu nodded. ”The formations are integrated into the terrain itself.”

Indeed, even the hill upon which the pavilion stood was not natural in the ordinary sense.

Fine formation lines ran through the stone like veins, subtle and elegant. They were not meant to dominate or suppress, but to harmonize, stabilizing the land against erosion, spiritual turbulence, and even tectonic shifts.

As they stepped out of the arrival gate and into the reception area, Lin Mu’s immortal sense brushed across the people present.

Humans.

Mostly.

But different.

The first thing that struck him was the sheer variety.

Hair colors ranged far beyond what he was used to. There were people with golden blond hair that shone like metal, others with deep red shades like burning embers. Platinum white hair gleamed faintly even in shadow. Most striking were those with blue hair, not a dyed or superficial color, but something that seemed inherent, saturated, and natural.

Eye colors were even more varied.

Green like emeralds.

Blue like ocean depths.

Pale pink that shimmered faintly.

Pure white eyes without pupils that nonetheless focused sharply.

Even among the formation masters overseeing the arrival procedures, the diversity was apparent. Their Qi signatures were stable and refined, their movements precise, but their appearances shattered the narrow expectations Lin Mu had unconsciously built over years of travel.

”This is the most variety I have ever seen among humans,” Lin Mu muttered.

Cattaleya cracked her neck and looked around with interest. ”They look fun.”

Meng Bai hesitated. ”Is this... normal here?”

Before Lin Mu could answer, Elyon stepped forward, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the city and the sea beyond.

”This is the Khwanzim World,” Elyon said. ”It has always been like this.”

They moved through immigration smoothly.

Their identities were verified, travel seals stamped, and their arrival recorded with practiced efficiency. No one caused trouble. No one even stared for too long, despite Lin Mu’s presence and the subtle pressure his existence carried.

Once they descended from the pavilion and entered the city proper, the full force of the world hit them.

Sound.

Life.

Movement.

The city buzzed with activity. Streets were wide and clean, layered with embedded formations that regulated traffic flow, spiritual pressure, and even noise levels. Vendors called out from stalls selling immortal fruits, beast materials, formation components, and strange devices that hummed softly with unfamiliar principles.

Beasts were everywhere.

Some were clearly companions, walking beside cultivators with leashes of light or mental links Lin Mu could sense. Others were caged or penned, spirit beasts and immortal beasts alike, destined for sale, breeding, or refinement.

The air itself felt heavy.

Not oppressive, but rich.

”This world’s ambient energy is denser than average,” Daoist Chu observed. ”Yet it is incredibly stable.”

”That is intentional,” Elyon replied.

They found a quieter street near the base of the hill, and Elyon finally elaborated.

”The Khwanzim World is a convergence world,” he began. ”Long ago, before the Immortal Court fully stabilized the realms, this world sat at the intersection of several spatial transfer channels. Instead of collapsing or fragmenting, it adapted.”

Lin Mu listened intently.

”Those channels brought people,” Elyon continued. ”Refugees. Explorers. Exiles. Entire clans fleeing calamities from other worlds. Over time, bloodlines mixed. Cultivation methods blended. The people here learned to coexist or perish.”

Meng Bai frowned slightly. ”So that is why they look different.”

”Yes,” Elyon said. ”Their appearances reflect centuries of integration. Not just racial, but spiritual. Many of these humans carry diluted traces of ancient bloodlines. Some faintly demonic. Some beast aligned. Some touched by elemental extremes.”

Cattaleya grinned. ”Sounds like my kind of place.”