Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 2555  Spatial Enlightenment

”This…” Lin Mu and Xing Duyi both stared in astonishment as countless threads suddenly appeared from the rift.

The ethereal threads wove themselves over the riftʼs opening, forming a delicate, convex membrane. As the membrane took shape, the scene within the Spatial Rift began to shift and transform.

A vague structure emerged within the rift, though its details were shrouded in a blurry haze. Lin Mu squinted, trying to make sense of it, but it was indistinct. A few moments later, more threads appeared, weaving together to create a second lens in front of the first. The image began to sharpen, offering greater clarity.

”Ruins?” Lin Mu murmured as the structure came into focus.

Before them loomed a colossal black platform suspended in the void. Its size defied comprehension; the edges stretched far beyond sight, leaving its true scale a mystery. The black surface gleamed faintly, its appearance almost unnatural. Atop the immense platform, the blurred outline of a structure could be seen.

As the threads wove a third lens into place, more details were revealed. The structure was an ancient, ruined temple, weathered by countless eons.

The templeʼs mottled walls bore the marks of age and decay, looking as though they might collapse at any moment. Yet, despite their fragile appearance, they stood unyielding, emanating an aura of solemn strength. Towering, sky-piercing pillars supported the glowing ceiling, each one carved with intricate patterns that were faintly visible even from a distance.

”Heavens be blessed… It truly is…” Xing Duyiʼs voice trembled as he gazed at the sight before him, nearly falling to his knees in reverence.

Lin Mu watched in silence, curiosity mingling with awe. The temple emanated a sense of grandeur and mystery, as though it was a relic from an era long forgotten.

SHUA

Without warning, a fourth lens materialized in front of the others. The new layer altered their perspective again, revealing what lay within the ancient temple.

The templeʼs interior mirrored the grandeur of its exterior but carried an even greater weight of mystery. Statues and sculptures filled the vast hall, arranged with deliberate precision.

Some statues appeared lifelike, their craftsmanship so detailed that they seemed ready to step into motion at any moment. Others were abstract, their forms esoteric and difficult to comprehend, as though they depicted concepts beyond mortal understanding. The materials used to craft them varied—some gleamed like polished jade, while others shimmered with an unearthly metallic sheen.

The sculptures depicted an astonishing array of subjects: beasts of immense power, demons with fearsome visages, divine beings radiating authority, humans locked in fierce battle stances, gods, buddhas, weapons, and even inexplicable phenomena. Each one exuded an invisible aura that demanded attention, pulling the observer into its intricate details.

Unknowingly, Lin Mu and Xing Duyi began moving closer to the Spatial Rift. The allure of the statues was overwhelming, their minds drawn into the enthralling spectacle.

THUD

The trance was broken when both of them collided with the lens. The impact jolted them back to awareness. Lin Mu blinked, realizing with alarm that he had been only moments away from stepping into the Grand Void itself.

”The Enthrallment… Itʼs exactly as the legends describe,” Xing Duyi muttered, a mix of awe and unease in his voice.

Lin Mu nodded silently, his mind still reeling from the statuesʼ inexplicable pull.

As they regained their composure, the scene within the rift changed yet again. The lens now revealed the temple walls adorned with intricate paintings. The images were vivid and mesmerizing, depicting scenes of breathtaking beauty and chaos.

Some paintings showcased magnificent landscapes: vast oceans, towering mountains, and ethereal skies that seemed to stretch endlessly. Others depicted beings of immense power locked in combat or seated in meditative stillness. Some scenes were serene, while others were filled with chaos and destruction.

The paintings seemed alive, their details so vivid that they almost felt tangible. Lin Mu found his gaze drawn to them, each image evoking a hundred thoughts and emotions.

ʼThis should suffice. Any more, and they wonʼt be able to endure it,ʼ Xukong mused silently. ʼWhat they gain from this will now depend on their own fate.ʼ

Time seemed to blur as Lin Mu and Xing Duyi remained transfixed by the sights before them. Hours passed unnoticed, and at some point, the Spatial Rift quietly closed on its own. Yet, the two men continued to stare at the empty space where the rift had been, their minds still caught in the lingering effects of the enthrallment.

Within Xing Duyiʼs dantian, the Spatial Qi began to stir. Slowly, the impurities within it started to separate. The turbulent, chaotic strands of Spatial Qi pulled away from the pure, mercurial essence. The separation was precise, almost surgical, as though guided by an unseen hand.

The purified Spatial Qi coalesced, forming a smooth, radiant sphere within his dantian. Xing Duyiʼs breath caught as he realized what was happening—his Spatial Qi had been refined, and a Dao Shell was forming!

The Dao Shell glowed faintly, flickers of light dancing within its core. An illusory image began to take shape inside it, though it was too faint to last. The image wavered and eventually faded, but the transformation was undeniable.

The breakthrough jolted Xing Duyi out of his daze. He gasped, collapsing to his knees as the weight of the experience washed over him.

Lin Mu, meanwhile, experienced a subtler change. While his Spatial Qi remained unaffected, his comprehension of Space had deepened significantly. It was a small step compared to Xing Duyiʼs breakthrough, but it marked another level of progress in his journey.

As he emerged from his trance, Lin Mu closed his eyes and extended his senses. The Spatial Fabric around him felt more vivid than ever. He could perceive its threads, each vibrating in perfect harmony. Every minute detail, from the subtle ripples to the intricate interconnections, was now clear to him.

HUU

Taking a deep breath, Lin Mu opened his eyes. His gaze fell on Xing Duyi, who was still kneeling, his expression one of profound reverence.

”I offer my deepest gratitude to the Great-Granduncle Master and the Pillars of the Void for granting me this sacred pilgrimage!” Xing Duyi declared, his voice filled with emotion.

Lin Mu said nothing, instead turning his attention inward to Xukongʼs voice.

”How was it?” Xukong asked, his tone calm.

”It was enlightening. I managed to overcome a small bottleneck that I wasnʼt even aware existed,” Lin Mu replied, his gratitude evident.

”Hmm, decent progress,” Xukong remarked, though his tone suggested he had expected as much.

”Senior, what was that temple?” Lin Mu inquired, his curiosity burning.

”That is the Primordial Temple of Space,” Xukong revealed. ”What you saw inside it—those statues, paintings, and structures—are manifestations of Spatial concepts and truths. They offer enlightenment to those who view them. If one is fortunate, they may even learn new techniques or skills, but such rewards depend entirely on luck.”

”A sacred place…” Lin Mu muttered, processing the revelation.

”For the disciples and inheritors of the Spatial Legacies, the Primordial Temple is akin to a holy pilgrimage. Many dream of witnessing it, knowing it can unlock potential they never imagined,” Xukong added.

Lin Mu nodded, his mind filled with thoughts of the temple and its mysteries. The experience had left a lasting impression on him, one that would undoubtedly shape his path moving forward.