A full year passed.
Within the sealed gravity chamber, the world outside moved at its own pace, but Lin Mu was still, deliberate, and unyielding. He had entered this place seeking to complete the Golden Dominator Sutra, but time had shown him a harsh truth—the method to advance the technique simply did not exist anymore.
The ancient monks of the Immovable Vajra Temple had preserved only fragments. Their reliance on the Dominator's Breath as a necessary component had left a gaping void in the cultivation path once the art advanced beyond the Mortal Realm. For anyone else, it would have been the end of the road.
But Lin Mu had never been just "anyone."
Even with the assistance of his newly forged Gravity Dao Embryo, it had not been an easy process. Each attempt to progress was like walking blindfolded through a collapsing canyon. Sometimes he advanced.
