Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3521: Recognition From The Bear King

The Elders shook the Bear King’s arm.

They shouted directly into his ear.

SMACK

One of them slapped his shoulder hard enough that the sound echoed across the chamber.

Still, the Bear King merely rolled slightly onto his side, smacking his lips as if annoyed at being disturbed.

Meng Bai’s eyebrows crept higher with each attempt. ”They’re... hitting him.”

Daoist Chu stroked his beard. ”Bold elders.”

Elyon exhaled quietly. ”Their land. Their customs.”

Cattaleya nodded. ”I once visited a place where the king lived in the slums. This is tame by comparison.”

Finally, the rhino kin elder lost patience.

He reared back and delivered a solid punch to the Bear King’s side.

BANGGGG!

The impact thundered through the hall.

This time, the Bear King moved.

A deep, irritated growl rolled out of his chest as his massive body shifted. The throne groaned under his weight as he rolled onto his back, one eye cracking open lazily.

”...Why,” he rumbled, his voice thick with sleep, ”are you waking me so early?”

He yawned widely, jaws opening enough to make Meng Bai instinctively lean back. His sharp fangs glinted in the dim light as his tongue curled lazily.

But midway through the yawn, his expression changed.

His eyes snapped open fully.

They locked onto Lin Mu.

The Bear King froze.

The yawn died in his throat.

The elders noticed immediately, their chatter dying off as they followed his gaze.

The Bear King slowly sat up.

Stone cracked beneath the throne as his full weight shifted. His towering form unfolded, muscles flexing beneath thick fur as he rose to his feet. He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air.

Once.

Twice.

His brow furrowed.

”...You,” he said, his voice lower now, more focused. ”Why do you smell familiar?”

Lin Mu blinked. ”I do?”

The Bear King did not answer him immediately. Instead, he turned his head slightly toward the elder council.

”Can’t you smell it?”

The elders hesitated.

One by one, they sniffed the air.

Most shook their heads.

”I smell nothing unusual,” the boarkin elder said.

The apekin frowned but said nothing.

Then the serpentkin elder narrowed his eyes, tongue flickering as he tested the air more carefully.

”...There is something,” he said slowly. ”Faint.”

The wolfkin elder nodded, ears twitching. ”Yes. Very faint.”

They both turned their gazes toward Lin Mu.

”It is similar to us,” the serpentkin continued. ”But distant. Old.”

He leaned forward slightly. ”Are you of beastkin lineage?”

Lin Mu shook his head. ”Not that I am aware of.”

The Bear King took a step forward.

Each step sent a dull tremor through the chamber floor.

He stopped only a few meters from Lin Mu, looming over him like a living mountain. His eyes searched Lin Mu’s face, then drifted over his body, as if trying to peel back layers of reality itself.

Then he released his aura.

SHUA

It surged outward like a tidal wave.

The pressure was immense, ancient, and heavy, pressing down on everyone in the chamber at once. Meng Bai felt his knees weaken. Daoist Chu’s expression turned solemn as he reinforced himself with Qi. Even Cattaleya’s smile faded slightly as she felt the weight of it. But to her it was still negligible.

The Bear King’s aura was powerful. Vast. Deep.

But the moment it touched Lin Mu, something changed.

Lin Mu’s body reacted on instinct.

HONG

A darker, denser aura surged outward from him, answering the Bear King’s presence without his conscious command. It was not his usual aura. This one was heavier, tinged with a deep crimson hue that seemed to drink in the light around it.

The air above Lin Mu twisted.

Condensed.

Then it took shape.

A massive spectral bear manifested behind him, towering over the chamber.

It had four horns. Two curved forward like crescent blades, and two straight horns rising sharply from its skull. Its claws were long and vicious, and on its chest glowed an inverted triangular pattern, pulsing faintly with ancient power.

The aura image radiated dominance.

The chamber exploded into chaos.

The elders shot to their feet, shock written plainly across their faces.

”That is—”

”A bloodline manifestation!”

”Impossible!”

The serpentkin’s eyes widened. ”That image... that form...”

Even the Bear King froze.

His own aura reacted in kind.

Dark energy surged from his body, rising behind him and shaping itself into a colossal black bear. This one bore a crescent moon emblazoned across its chest, glowing with a soft, silvery light. Its presence was ancient, calm, and heavy, like the stillness of a night forest.

Two bears faced one another in the air.

One crimson and horned.

One black and moon-marked.

The pressure in the chamber intensified until the very walls seemed to groan under it.

Lin Mu stared in stunned silence.

He had not expected this.

Not here.

Not now.

The elders slowly sank back into their seats, awe replacing hostility.

The Bear King stared at the horned bear above Lin Mu, his expression shifting from suspicion to something closer to reverence.

”...Great Slumber Bear,” he murmured.

Lin Mu’s heart thudded once.

So that was it.

His bloodline, dormant and quiet for so long, had finally found a place that recognized it.

The chamber had fallen into an uncanny stillness.

All eyes were fixed on the two colossal bloodline images hovering above the stone floor. The horned, crimson-tinged Great Slumber Bear radiated an ancient, oppressive majesty, while opposite it, the Dark Moon Night Bear emanated a deep, tranquil authority, like a forest bathed in moonlight where nothing dared disturb the silence.

The elders of the Dark Bear King Sect stood frozen.

None of them spoke for several breaths.

Never, in all their long years, had they expected to see such a sight within their own Main Nest.

”A Great Slumber Bear...” the leopardkin elder finally whispered, disbelief thick in his voice.

The boarkin elder swallowed hard, his bristled face pale beneath the fur. ”That bloodline should not exist anymore. Not in this age.”

Another elder asked, ”could he have assimilated it?”