Walker Of The Worlds Chapter 3008: Showing Off The Sheath

Lin Mu was about to fly to catch ng Bai, but soone moved even faster than Lin Mu could.

A red blur streaked from the corner of the courtyard, leaping into the sky with a thundering roar.

Little Shrubby.

The Liger beast expanded to his full size in an instant, his glorious mane billowing like a burning inferno. His powerful legs launched him upward, catching ng Bai mid-air as if cradling a feather. Then, with a lazy twist of his body, he landed back down with a ground-shaking thud, paws sinking into the stone as dust scattered in all directions.

Lin Mu rushed forward. "ng Bai! Are you alright?"

The young formation master clung to Little Shrubby’s mane, face pale and trembling. "I-I think my heart’s still up there..."

Ashy let out another whistle. "And people call reckless."

Daoist Chu approached, checking ng Bai’s pulse with a concerned look. "No injuries. No internal damage. Just shock."

"That’s... insane," ng Bai finally breathed. "I’ve never felt anything like that. I didn’t even see the energy push . The mont I touched it, it was like a sword refused my very existence."

Lin Mu now understood.

"The sheath... it doesn’t just reject others," he said, frowning slightly. "It actively defends itself from anyone it deems unworthy. That wasn’t just a repulsion. That was a denial of all proximity."

Daoist Chu looked up at the sheath now resting silently on Lin Mu’s back. "That confirms it, then. It’s a conscious Dao Embryo."

"It even consud my sword nurturing box," Lin Mu added, his tone dry. "Didn’t even hesitate. It accepted my swords, but swallowed the entire box like it was a snack."

Little Shrubby chuckled. "It’s greedy with hunger. Like !"

ng Bai groaned, still recovering in Little Shrubby’s arms. "No offense, Master... but next ti you let test a Dao Embryo, maybe give a stronger warning..."

"Fair point," Lin Mu sighed. "Let’s... not try that again."

The group slowly settled back down, ng Bai being gently set on the grass to catch his breath while the rest remained watchful of the sheath.

There was reverence in the air now. Not just awe, but sothing heavier.

Daoist Chu finally spoke again, softly. "Whatever this Sword Cradle Divine Sheath is... it’s not just a weapon. It’s a mark. A proof of sothing far greater."

Lin Mu nodded. "It’s the reason the Patriarch called the Heir of the Xian Sword Spirit."

Daoist Chu tilted his head. "You’re becoming a figure of legend, Lin Mu."

"Not yet," Lin Mu said. "But I might be walking toward it."

And the courtyard fell quiet again.

Only the sound of the breeze through the trees accompanied them now, carrying with it a sense of unseen destiny on the horizon.

The moon hung high above the Jade Echo Retreat, its silver light spilling over the peaks like a divine veil. The night was quiet, a gentle wind rustling the pine trees. The world seed calm.

Lin Mu sat alone near the cliff’s edge, the Sword Cradle Divine Sheath resting firmly on his back, its silent presence now as familiar to him as his own limbs. He gazed up at the stars, lost in his thoughts.

It had only been a few days since he’d returned from the Sacred Grounds, but it already felt distant—like a strange dream that had sohow changed him forever. The events, the monolith, the great sword, the sheath... they’d left a mark deeper than any wound.

A rustle behind him drew his attention.

He turned slightly, only to see a ripple in the moonlight. A breath later, a soft footstep echoed behind him.

"You’re finally here," Lin Mu said, a small smile touching his lips.

From the drifting mists, the Saintess appeared.

Clad in flowing white robes that glimred faintly under the moonlight, her veil was ever present as always, hiding her ethereal features. Her gaze, sharp yet serene, was fixed—not on Lin Mu’s face—but on his back.

More precisely, on the Sword Sheath.

She stopped a few paces behind him, eyes narrowing. A rare flicker of unease crossed her flawless expression.

"That thing on your back..." she murmured, voice softer than usual. "It gives a strange feeling."

Lin Mu raised an eyebrow. "Strange how?"

"Dangerous," she said simply, her gaze never leaving the sheath. "It’s faint... restrained... but it’s there. Like sothing ancient that doesn’t belong to this world."

That made Lin Mu straighten.

The Saintess was known for her composure—unshaken even in the face of Celestials, her heart calm like a frozen lake. If she sensed danger, then it was no small thing.

"Even you can feel that?" Lin Mu asked, brows drawing together.

She nodded. "And I don’t like it."

Lin Mu looked back at the sheath, then shrugged it off his shoulders and placed it on the stone beside him. The moonlight didn’t seem to reflect off it. It was like the object absorbed light, as if it belonged to so older shade of night.

"It’s called the Sword Cradle Divine Sheath," Lin Mu said. "It’s my Dao Embryo."

The Saintess furrowed her brows. "Dao Embryo?" she repeated. "That... isn’t any Dao Embryo I’ve heard of. And I’ve studied more than most."

Lin Mu leaned back on his hands. "It’s a long story."

"We have ti."

So he told her. About the Razor’s Edge, the endless walk, the trial of endurance and clarity. The monolith. The many images of Sword Dao Embryos. And finally, about the mysterious Great Sword of Formations that had burst from his ring and destroyed everything—until all that remained was this sheath.

The Saintess listened in silence, her eyes not once leaving the sheath.

"You said... it chose you?" she asked once he finished.

Lin Mu nodded. "Not only that. It rejected everything else. Even ng Bai got thrown into the sky when he tried to touch it."

That made the Saintess blink. "...Threw him into the sky?"

"Five hundred ters straight up. Little Shrubby had to catch him."