Lin Mu moved like a silent storm through the skies, his presence heavy enough to bend the air around him.
The city was sealed, the Patriarch's imnse palm hanging above it like the hand of heaven itself, but Lin Mu did not care for walls or borders at this mont. Guided by the traces left behind in the mories he had already extracted, he traced the assassins' hidden routes, slipping through layers of concealnt arrays, Isolating Arrays, and false borders that had been crafted with frightening precision.
Deep beneath a mountain ridge, a thousand kiloters from the city, a hidden base lay concealed inside a hollowed stone heart. From the outside it looked like nothing more than natural rock, but within it thrumd with dark formations and cold intent.
Lin Mu stepped through the final illusion as if it were mist, and the mont his foot touched the inner ground, every cultivator inside felt their souls shudder. They barely had ti to react.
Lin Mu raised his hand and space itself began to bend downward.
Gravity thickened like liquid tal. Bodies slamd to the ground, bones shattering, blood spraying across black stone floors. So scread. So tried to bite their tongues and end themselves. None succeeded.
With a single thought, Lin Mu locked their bodies, their souls, even their will. His eyes burned with a fury that had not been seen since the days he had faced transcendent enemies. With the Murdering Heart Sutra active, he reached out, not with his hands but with his immortal sense, piercing into their souls and ripping mories out like pages torn from a book.
Screams echoed through the underground chamber, not from flesh but from spirit.
mories of secret codes, contacts, hidden mbers, assassination routes, poisons, techniques, oaths, betrayals, all flowed into Lin Mu's mind in a torrent so vast that even he had to steady himself.
When it was done, bodies slumped like broken dolls. Souls were left empty, reduced to fading sparks that soon vanished. Lin Mu stood alone among the corpses, breathing slowly, forcing the storm in his heart to quiet.
But while he was working in blood and stone, another force had already moved. Far beyond mortal sight, at the edge where space thinned and the world touched the higher realms, the Saintess stood in stillness.
She had witnessed everything from the first mont, her eyes seeing through distance, illusion, and reality itself. Though she lacked Celestial Qi in this lower world, even her immortal level power was enough to make reality tremble.
She closed her eyes.
Her senses spread outward, not like waves, but like roots of light that pierced through land, sea, sky, and space itself. Every breath of wind, every ripple of Qi, every hidden heart that beat with killing intent was laid bare before her.
In monts, she found them all, the scattered mbers of the Dead Needle Abyss who had hidden themselves with layers of secrecy, and the single man who stood above them, the highest ranked among those sent to this world.
She knew their kind. Once failure was certain and escape impossible, they would destroy themselves without hesitation. So she acted before even their thoughts could turn toward death.
She lifted one slender hand.
HUMMM
Across the entire world, the air froze.
Wind stopped. Leaves hung motionless in the sky. Smoke from chimneys froze in curling shapes.
For a breath that felt like eternity, even breathing beca heavy, as if the world itself had forgotten how to move. Yet the effect lasted only two heartbeats, too brief for most to understand what had happened.
In those two heartbeats, fate was rewritten.
All across the land, nearly fifty hidden figures stiffened in terror as their bodies locked against their will. They were lifted from their hiding places, from forests, cities, caves, ruins, and shadows, drawn upward as if the sky itself had claid them.
WHOOSH
They rose faster and faster, their screams torn away by the rushing air, until clouds parted and a vast platform of white mist revealed itself above the world.
There, the Saintess stood, clad in robes of pure cloud and wind, her form deliberately veiled so that none of those filthy eyes could ever truly see her.
They hung before her like insects caught in amber.
So begged. So cursed. So tried to shatter their own souls.
None succeeded.
SHUA
The Saintess raised her hand again, and dark green mist flowed from her palm like living breath. It entered their mouths, their skin, their pores, sinking into their blood and spirit alike. Their eyes rolled back as every secret, every mory, every oath, every betrayal was ripped from them without resistance. For a full minute, they hung in silence as their minds were emptied.
HISSS
Then the mist returned to her palm, gathering into a single bead no larger than a fingernail, dark green and swirling with countless shadows.
The bodies hanging in the sky began to crumble.
Skin turned to dust. Bones faded to ash. In monts, nothing remained but drifting particles scattered by a wind that only now rembered how to move
again.
The Saintess looked at the small pill in her hand, her expression calm yet heavy.
"As much as I wish to erase them all," she murmured, "this is sothing Lin Mu needs to do on his own. It shall be his tribulation."
She knew Xukong's will well. The old spider wished for Lin Mu to grow through hardship, even if it tore at his heart. At most, she would only smooth the path slightly, not remove its thorns.
She turned her gaze far away, watching Lin Mu from tens of thousands of kiloters away as he finished his own work.
When Lin Mu stepped out of the hidden fortress, his expression was cold and resolute. He lifted his hand and summoned his Dominating Gravity Dao
Embryo.
"Heaven Crushing Descent," he said.
The world answered.
RUMBLE
Gravity roared like a dragon.
The mountain beneath the fortress groaned, cracked, and then collapsed
inward. Stone folded like clay. The hidden base vanished, crushed into nothingness along with half the mountain peak itself, leaving behind a vast, flattened plateau as if the land had bowed in submission.
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