Chapter 2905: Hope For The Golden Dominator Sutra - Walker Of The Worlds

Then, just as Lin Mu had started feeling the deeper pull of this new path, the Abbot approached him, breathless and wide-eyed. "Lin Mu!" he called, robes fluttering unnaturally from the sheer weight pressing down in the cultivation chambers. "Come quickly! I’ve found something... something important!" Lin Mu opened his eyes, immediately sensing the urgency in the old monk’s voice. Rising to his feet, his every motion released small shockwaves in the air—his body had grown heavier, denser over these past few weeks. He followed the Abbot without hesitation, winding through the halls of the monastery until they came to a quiet side passage—an older section of the temple that led to the resting places of monks long passed. There, lit only by the pale glow of spirit stones embedded in the walls, was a vault door sealed by both gravity inscriptions and Buddhist chants. The Abbot waved his hand and the seals unlocked, revealing a small tomb chamber within. An ornate urn rested at the back, flanked by worn-out relics: robes, prayer beads, and scrolls aged yellow with time. From the pile of artifacts, the Abbot reverently held up a single scroll tied in golden thread, etched with a symbol that Lin Mu recognized immediately—the same symbol engraved onto the first pages of his True Gold Body Forging Art. "This belonged to Venerable Staunch Vajra, one of the last Grand Elders of the Immovable Vajra Temple," the Abbot explained. "I had been searching through our relic tombs, hoping to find anything that might mention the Golden Dominator Sutra... and then I found this." Lin Mu took the scroll carefully, sensing a deep ancient pressure still clinging to the parchment. As he unrolled it, golden characters slowly emerged under the light—hidden script sealed with runes. The first lines confirmed what Lin Mu had suspected for a long time: "The Golden Dominator Sutra, born from the marrow of Immortal beasts and tempered in the crucible of gravity, was once the supreme legacy of our temple’s second lineage. To cultivate it beyond the mortal realm requires the core essence of control—the Dominator’s Breath, forged from the power of the heart of collapsed stars and sealed in golden marrow." Lin Mu’s brows furrowed. ’Collapsed stars? Sealed in golden marrow?’ The terms were unfamiliar, but the imagery was vivid. As he read further, his heart pounded. The scroll detailed the first three stages of the Golden Dominator Sutra—those matched what was included in the True Gold Body Forging Art he had practiced. But beyond that, it described a fourth stage that had been intentionally sealed away, inaccessible without the use of a sacred catalyst: the Dominator’s Breath. But now, he had confirmation—not only that his technique was indeed incomplete, but also why. He now knew the source of the blockage in his cultivation. He looked up, meeting the Abbot’s gaze. "This changes everything," Lin Mu murmured. "With this scroll... I can finally rebuild the missing path." The Abbot nodded solemnly. "But the Dominator’s Breath... even our ancestors could not recreate it after the fall of the Vimana Realm. It was once condensed in the Grand furnaces of our ancestral home. Without such a treasure, the technique will still remain incomplete." Lin Mu looked down at the scroll again, the characters still faintly glowing in his hands. "Maybe not forever. I may not have the Dominator’s Breath, but I have the path now. And perhaps, if I understand the principle behind it... I can create something close. Or find a suitable substitute." The Abbot’s expression brightened slightly. "That is the way of cultivators, isn’t it? When the ancient ways are lost, we forge new ones. Just as you sealed the rift with a technique that none of us could even comprehend... perhaps you’ll one day find or create the key to ascend the Golden Dominator Sutra." Lin Mu rolled the scroll carefully and tucked it into his robe. "Thank you, Abbot. This scroll... it’s a piece of myself I’ve been missing for far too long." The Abbot placed a hand on Lin Mu’s shoulder. "And you were the one fated to find it. This monastery was once our grave. But now... thanks to you, it has become a beacon again." That night, Lin Mu sat beneath the faint stars outside the monastery gates, the scroll resting beside him, and gravity still pulling at his every breath. He closed his eyes. In his mind, the image of a collapsed star, heavy and golden, spun in the void. A seed had been planted. And someday soon, he would either find the Dominator’s Breath... or forge one of his own. After obtaining the ancient scroll from the tomb of Venerable Bodhi Vajra,Lin Mufound himself once again wandering the depths of theGreat Burden Monastery’s relic vaults. The scroll had been a revelation—but also a challenge. It had confirmed that theGolden Dominator Sutrawas incomplete, requiring the mythicalDominator’s Breathto advance beyond the Mortal Realm. But what exactly was the Dominator’s Breath? No scripture described its shape, no record explained its forging method. It was like chasing a shadow through fog—vague, frustrating, and elusive. Still, Lin Mu was not the type to stop at ambiguity. He resumed his search. For days, he moved from tomb to tomb, checking relics, scrolls, murals, and even faded chants inscribed on monk robes long decayed. The monastery’s depths seemed to whisper with echoes of history. Dust clung to everything, but in the dust there were truths. At last, in a sealed inner vault beneath theeastern wing, Lin Mu came across a crumbling scroll that seemed to predate the structured techniques of the Immovable Vajra Temple. Unlike the rest, this one wasn’t a manual or scripture—it was aphilosophical treatise. Written in archaic characters and weathered to the edge of dissolution, it spoke not of theDominator’s Breath, but of a timebeforeit was ever conceived. Its contents intrigued him deeply. "Before gold was tempered by dominance, it was first stabilized by earth. Metal without foundation is brittle. Only when tempered through the weight of the world does it become eternal..."