Lin Mu observed his Dantian.
There, in the boundless space of his inner world, the marble settled at the very center like a cosmic seed.
And then it bloomed.
A radiant burst of light swept through the Dantian as a new Dao Shell formed around the sheath.
It wasn't something Lin Mu consciously tried to do—it simply happened, an act of inevitability, as if the heavens themselves had ordained this development. The Dao Shell grew in layers—each layer etched with incomprehensible runes that pulsed with power, drawn from Sword Intent, formation runes, and something else… something higher.
When it finally stabilized, Lin Mu looked within and saw it clearly.
Floating at the core of his being, surrounded by a shell that looked like a cocoon woven from swords, was the marble-sized sheath. It did not pulse with arrogance. It did not shout for recognition. It simply existed.
But its existence reshaped the entire world within him.
