Lin Mu sat in the courtyard of the Great Burden Monastery, a scroll unrolled before him. The golden threads etched into the aged parchment glinted faintly under the light of the midday sun, though the ever-present gravity weighed heavy on his limbs, as if the earth itself wished to pull the knowledge from his bones.
The Golden Dominator Sutra was a thing of elegance and brutality.
Even fragmented, it bore a majesty that stirred something deep within Lin Mu—a recognition, a resonance with his very path. The True Gold Body Forging Art, which he had cultivated for years with diligence and pain, was no longer a mystery. It was a seed, a mere prelude to something far greater.
Yet that understanding came with bitter clarity.
"The art was never meant to stop here," he murmured, scanning the ancient runes. "It was supposed to continue… to rise past the Mortal Realm…"
His fingers tightened on the scroll.
