The courtyard trembled under Lin Mu's feet.
He stood in the open stone plaza that the monks of the Great Burden Monastery had prepared for him—one reinforced with formation arrays ant to withstand the seismic pressures of gravity-based combat. Yet even those humbling defenses groaned under the presence of his body.
The Burdenless Dominator Physique.
A form not just cultivated, but forged from the convergence of three forces—tal, Earth, and Gravity—tempered through Dao and elevated by will. It wasn't just a defensive physique. It was a fortress of flesh.
Still, Lin Mu did not understand its limits.
He needed to know what this new body could truly endure. The changes in his body had been profound. Even his arm which he had damaged greatly back when he fought with the Withered Spirit Daoist was now fully recovered.
He had intended to temper it again, but the Burdenless Dominator Physique fixed that as well.
He called forth one of the senior monks— Venerable Elder Shan, a cultivator equal to the Sixth Tribulation Stage of the Immortal realm and the monastery's strongest monk in residence aside from the abbot.
"Strike with your strongest blow," Lin Mu said calmly.
Venerable Elder Shan's brow furrowed in hesitation. "Bearer Lin, this body of yours… even if the Abbot said it transcends the Dominator Sutra. Are you sure?"
Lin Mu simply nodded. "If I don't test it, I can't rely on it."
The monk hesitated, then cupped his fists and released a deep breath.
Boom!
With the roar of moving mountains, Venerable Shan's arm blurred through the air and landed a devastating gravity hamr-fist directly onto Lin Mu's chest. The blow cracked the formation beneath Lin Mu, sending shockwaves in every direction and forming concentric spiderwebs in the stone tiles.
Lin Mu didn't budge.
Not an inch.
Venerable Shan pulled his hand back and blinked in disbelief. "You didn't even flinch…"
Lin Mu looked down.
There wasn't even a scratch.
Not a mark.
"Sixth Tribulation stage…" he murmured. "Completely nullified."
He raised his hand, flexing his fingers. The golden hue of his skin shimred faintly, while the brown mountain runes etched across his body rippled gently like still water disturbed by a single drop. They hadn't even reacted defensively—they didn't need to.
"Let's go further."
The abbot, who had been observing in silence, gave a nod and gestured toward the formation. "We can increase the pressure by summoning projection relics. I believe we still have the Seventh Tribulation imprint stored in our vault."
Monts later, a sealed stone disk was brought forth—one of the relics left behind by an ancient Grandmaster. Activating it summoned a phantom figure, a spectral warrior condensed from residual intent and willpower of a long-dead cultivator who had reached the Seventh Tribulation Stage.
The spectral warrior rushed forward with a mighty bellow, drawing back its arm and releasing a crushing blow.
Lin Mu braced himself—not out of fear, but to study the impact.
CRACK!
The air split with thunder. Lin Mu's body recoiled slightly this ti, his heels digging trenches in the stone beneath him. For a mont, the shimring gold skin dimd, and a shallow dent appeared just below his collarbone.
Pain flickered—only slightly—but it was there.
He took a breath… and felt the runes shift.
Szzz—ssszzzz.
The mountain runes shimred, flexed, and then began restoring the dent. Like mory returning to a bent tal, the flesh returned to its previous form within less than a minute.
The monks gasped in awe.
Venerable Shan fell into a silent bow. "This… is no longer the realm of body cultivation we understand."
Lin Mu slowly exhaled.
"So even a Seventh Tribulation-stage strike… only leaves a dent."
He didn't smile. He didn't grow arrogant. Instead, he began calculating.
"Which ans… below the Transcendent Immortal realm, I may not even need to defend anymore."
That fact alone was staggering.
But Lin Mu didn't stop there. He moved to the side of the plaza where he had arranged various toxins and caustic spiritual compounds for testing—substances known to corrode even defensive arts and artifacts.
He dipped his hand into a basin of Viridian Bone Rot Sap, a caustic poison extracted from Immortal Flesh lting pines that had killed several body cultivators in the past.
The green liquid hissed and clung to his golden skin, but after a few monts, the mountain runes shimred faintly and… nothing happened.
His flesh was immune.
Then ca Skyfire Sludge, a molten toxic-tal hybrid ford from teoric ore residue—sothing that had dissolved enchanted armor in seconds.
Still… his hand erged untouched.
"Only strong corrosive and obscure energies might work," Lin Mu noted. "Curses, baleful energy, certain obscure Dao skills. Spatial distortion could also bypass it if forced through the folds."
He raised his hand again, but this ti looked deeper. "But this is more than durability. This… is freedom."
"Freedom to fight without restraint."
That was the key.
The Burdenless Dominator Physique didn't just make him tougher—it allowed him to use his skills recklessly, without fear of backlash or internal damage.
Even the Mountain Collapsing Fist, one of his strongest attacks, which had once strained his bones and torn his tendons, was now possible without consequence.
He stepped to the far edge of the courtyard and exhaled.
"Let's test that next."
His stance widened. Arms coiled like taut cables, legs rooted like ancient pillars. He drew in qi and let the Immortal qi course through his ridians, reaching his arm and turning into a ribbon of energy. Then ca the Immortal Essence from his Three Apertures and turned into another ribbon.
The two ribbons began to spin turning into a double helix form.
The runes on his skin began to glow as Earth, tal, and Gravity fused into one overwhelming force protecting him in the form of Burdenless Dominator Physique.
Then ca the punch.
"Mountain Collapsing Fist- Third Form: Devastator!"
BOOOOM!!!
The double helix of energy that shot from the fist shattered the reinforced boundary of the testing field beyond which was a large mountain.
A shockwave tore across the ground, sending chunks of stone, gravity-forged tile, and energy formations into the air like debris before collapsing the mountain. The monks barely had ti to shield themselves before the entire edge of the courtyard was turned into a crater.
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