A strange sensation stirred in Lin Mu's chest. He read on, fascinated. The writings went on to describe how ancient monks attempted to synthesize divine tals using the Five Elental Forces, aligning Earth to support and stabilize tal, making it resistant to shattering under worldly stress.
Lin Mu's eyes widened.
"This… This is it!"
He stood, the parchnt shaking in his grip.
This wasn't a recipe for the Dominator's Breath, but it was the precursor to the ideas that birthed it. And now, Lin Mu understood—he didn't need to find the Dominator's Breath as it once was. He only needed to understand its nature and reconstruct sothing functionally equivalent.
"tal stabilized by Earth… Earth pressurized through Gravity… Gravity resonating with Dao…"
It was suddenly so clear.
The missing piece of the True Gold Body Forging Art wasn't just so ancient treasure. It was a process—one that required the elental fusion of tal and Earth, driven by an overwhelming external force.
And Lin Mu already had the tools.
His Mortal Strengthening Scripture, which had evolved into the Immortal Strengthening Scripture, could draw on the Earth Dao Aspects and integrate them into his physical body. It worked through a tiered process—fortifying his bone, blood, and flesh using principles of enhancent, internal resonance, and absorption.
Until now, he had used this scripture alongside his other body cultivation arts. But what if… he could make it supplent the True Gold Body Forging Art?
A hybridization of the two techniques—one offering flexible Dao integration, the other a rigidly structured golden body frawork—could be the breakthrough he needed.
But there was still a critical elent required. The force.
The overwhelming, crushing, ceaseless force that could simulate the conditions necessary for tal to stabilize and evolve.
There was only one candidate.
Gravity.
Lin Mu stepped out of the tombs, scroll in hand, and raised his eyes toward the pulsing gravitational heart of the monastery. Even now, though sealed, the monunt below humd faintly with unseen weight, like a sleeping giant's breath.
He smiled.
"So this is what fate prepared for. The answer was already beneath my feet."
The very Dao he had just begun studying—Gravity—was the missing catalyst.
He returned to the monastery's training grounds, this ti entering the deepest gravity well the monks had set up all drawing from the power of the Gravity Star Shard.
It was a place where the monks seldom ventured without caution, the force of gravity too much even for the most senior among them. The crushing weight bent even space itself, and Lin Mu walked into it like a man descending into the center of the world.
While it was not as strong as the rift, it at least had a fraction of its power.
Every step he took resonated like a gong. His bones strained. His skin flexed and compressed.
But now he welcod it.
There, beneath the imnse pressure, Lin Mu sat down and began to ditate. He activated the Immortal Strengthening Scripture first not activating the skill Sky Prop itself but just its passive power, allowing its power map across his body. He then invoked the True Gold Body Forging Art, causing golden bones and flesh to pulse faintly beneath his skin.
And then—slowly, delicately—he began integrating the two.
Lines of earth-yellow energy began wrapping around the golden patterns. The earth aspect resonated with his True Earth Dao Embryo, amplifying the heaviness within his body. Bit by bit, tal was being supplented and supported.
At the sa ti, Lin Mu reached inward, drawing from the tiny thread of Gravity Dao Traces he had cultivated over the past few weeks. It wasn't a real Dao Embryo, but it had presence. He extended it carefully into the fusion process.
It was like throwing kindling onto a buried furnace.
BOOM!
Golden and brown runes flared to life all over Lin Mu's body. The training chamber trembled as space distorted. The monks watching from afar grew nervous, so rising to act, but the Abbot stopped them.
"No… Let him be," the Abbot said. "He is attempting to form sothing new. Sothing sacred."
Inside the chamber, Lin Mu's breathing slowed. His heart thundered like a drumbeat in the vacuum of gravity. The pressure crushed his limbs, but it only fed the process.
Within his dantian, a new shape was forming.
Not a lotus. Not a star.
A sphere within a sphere.
A dense and tallic, with orbiting rings of runic gravity patterns—a conceptual embryo of his own forging.
A new Dao Embryo within a dense Dao Shell.
One ford from the Gravity Dao, tempered through the Earth Dao, and integrated into the tal Body Cultivation Technique.
And with it—he had his substitute.
The New Dominator's Breath.
A self-created, personal equivalent to the ancient requirent. Not from celestial furnaces, not from mythical treasures—but from the will of a cultivator who refused to stop walking forward.
And upon its true creation, Lin Mu learned of its na.
"Dominating Gravity Dao Embryo!" His voice echoed throughout the Monastery and with it spread the power of Gravity, making every monk stop in their tracks.
A few weaker ones collapsed, while the senior monks rely bent their knees, with only the abbot standing.
They all knew, Lin Mu had turned a new leaf. Gained a new power.
Three days later, Lin Mu erged from the chamber.
His presence was different. He no longer bent under gravity—he commanded it. His skin had a subtle sheen, not of light but of density. Every motion felt anchored, like the world shifted with his steps.
The monks gathered as he stepped into the courtyard.
The Abbot approached him with wonder.
"Have you… succeeded?"
Lin Mu looked up, smiled faintly, and nodded.
"I don't know if this is the original Dominator's Breath. But it is mine. And it works." Lin Mu stated making the Abbot marvel.
"And what about the Golden Dominator Sutra?" The Abbot inquired with great interest.
"I have the key and know the door i need to open. I am close to it and only need so ti to reach into it." Lin Mu answered.
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