The temple stood as a silent witness to Lin Mu's transformation.
More years passed and Lin Mu was now eighty years of age with Meng Bai turning almost thirty.
Time, as it often did in secluded cultivation, blurred into the rhythm of breath, the sound of footsteps under pressure, the low chanting of sutras, and the creak of muscles enduring crushing gravity.
Lin Mu trained every single day—no exception. Not even the storms that rolled over the mountains nor the shifting pressures from the residual energies of the closed rift deterred him.
With the Burdenless Dominator Physique as his unshakable foundation and the Gravity Dao Embryo nestled deep within his soul, he slowly began learning the intricacies of his new path.
