Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3481: Summoning The Seal

HONG LONG

Lin Mu felt it instantly.

Lightning.

Sharp. Violent. Dominant.

”Lightning Elemental Tribulation,” he said quietly.

He had not specified an element. He had simply provoked the heavens. And in their fury, they had answered with the fiercest option available.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

”So this is your answer,” he said.

Lightning was feared for good reason. Among the elements, it was the most destructive, the least forgiving. Few immortals survived their first lightning tribulation without severe injury. Fewer still emerged stronger.

And Lin Mu welcomed it.

The clouds continued to expand at a terrifying pace. What had begun as a localized storm rapidly ballooned outward. Ten kilometers. Twenty. Fifty.

Soon, nearly a hundred kilometers of sky were swallowed in darkness.

The ocean beneath reflected the churning clouds, turning black and turbulent. Lightning flickered faintly within the clouds, distant and ominous, like the slow awakening of a colossal beast.

The pressure was immense.

Even Lin Mu felt it pressing down on his shoulders, testing his foundation, probing his limits. The tribulation was not fully formed yet, but its intent was already clear.

Wrath.

Far away, at the White Bubble Inn, the sky began to darken unnaturally fast.

Staff paused mid-conversation, looking upward in confusion. The air grew heavy, humidity spiking as faint static tingled across skin and hair.

”This storm formed too quickly,” one staff member muttered.

Another frowned. ”There was no sign of bad weather earlier.”

Within one of the courtyards, Daoist Chu suddenly straightened, his expression sharpening. His senses stretched outward, catching the distant but unmistakable fluctuation.

”That energy...” he murmured.

Cattaleya, who had been lazily reclining moments ago, stood up abruptly. Her grin vanished, replaced by a serious frown. ”That’s not a normal storm.”

Elyon’s eyes narrowed as he turned toward the darkened horizon. Shadows rippled subtly around his feet as his instincts screamed warning.

”That’s Lin Mu,” Elyon said quietly.

The sky continued to darken.

Lightning flickered again, brighter this time.

And somewhere far beyond the horizon, Lin Mu stood atop the sea, facing the heavens as the tribulation fully began to take shape.

The heavens finally answered in full.

The dark clouds that had gathered above Lin Mu were no longer simply storm clouds. They had become a living sky of wrath, layered thick upon thick until no trace of blue remained. The world beneath was swallowed by shadow, the ocean turning ink black as if night itself had descended prematurely.

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE

Lightning moved within the clouds like enormous serpents of light.

Some bolts were thin, needle like streaks that flashed and vanished in an instant. Others were thick, pillar sized arcs that writhed slowly, illuminating the clouds from within and casting the sea below in harsh silver light.

Each discharge carried a suffocating pressure, the unmistakable authority of the heavens bearing down upon the world.

This was no ordinary storm.

This was judgment preparing to fall.

Lin Mu stood unmoving atop the churning ocean, his robes fluttering violently in the gale that had risen around him. Wind screamed past his ears, but his expression remained calm, focused, and unwavering. His gaze pierced the clouds, fixed upon the invisible rift that only he could truly perceive.

The tribulation energy had reached its peak.

The first bolt was imminent.

And yet, Lin Mu did not raise his defenses.

Instead, he raised his hand.

”Heaven Silencing Seal!” he spoke, his voice steady despite the roaring sky.

The moment the words left his lips, something ancient stirred within him.

Deep inside his Dantian, space rippled. The seal that had lain dormant for so long answered his call without hesitation. In an instant, it emerged, passing through flesh, Qi, and space itself as if none of them existed.

WHOOSH

The Heaven Silencing Seal hovered before Lin Mu.

It was octagonal, its shape precise and unyielding, every edge sharp and perfect. The surface of the seal was carved with an impossibly complex structure, one that seemed to shift subtly depending on how it was observed.

At its center stood a massive totem, ancient and solemn, wrapped tightly by countless tentacles and appendages that spiraled outward in layered patterns.

The entire artifact was forged from emerald green crystal, yet it did not feel like a physical object alone. It glowed faintly, an ethereal radiance that made the air around it shimmer. The light was neither blinding nor harsh, but mesmerizing.

Anyone without sufficient cultivation who gazed upon it would find their thoughts slowing, their will dissolving, their mind drawn inexorably toward it.

It was not beauty.

It was pure authority.

The words etched into the totem pulsed softly as Lin Mu looked upon them, no longer obscure or unreadable as they once had been.

Heaven Silencing, Upheaval Bringing.

The meaning resonated through his soul.

With his will acting as the catalyst, the seal activated.

GONGGGGGGGG!~

At once, the emerald glow intensified. The seal surged upward, accelerating so fast that it left behind a column of green light that pierced the sky like a divine spear. The dark clouds recoiled as the pillar rose, lightning scattering chaotically as if repelled by an unseen force.

The pillar of emerald light slammed straight into the heart of the tribulation. It bypassed the clouds, the storm and pierced straight into the very connection between the worlds.

Within Lin Mu’s spatial perception, the scene was far more terrifying. The white rift that had torn open above him trembled violently as the seal struck it. Energy constructs erupted from the seal’s surface, the tentacles carved upon it coming alive in the form of vast, luminous appendages.

But they were not physical... It was as if they were embodiments of divine law itself.

Each tentacle extended outward, piercing into the fabric of space with surgical precision. Some wrapped around the edges of the rift, anchoring themselves firmly. Others stabbed directly into the rift itself, boring deep as if drilling into the tribulation dimension beyond.

Lin Mu’s breath caught.

He could not identify the nature of the energy being used. It was not Qi. It was not Immortal Essence. It was something older, something that carried the weight of authority over laws themselves.