Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3101: The Teleportation Key

Lin Mu pressed the jade slip against his forehead, letting the knowledge flood into his mind. The technique was cruel and complex, but its principles were clear. It allowed the ”master” to ignite sealed blood essence within his followers, releasing it as a violent surge of power.

That sealed blood essence was not natural.

It was refined.

Lin Mu’s brows furrowed as he realized the connection.

The Human Blood Essence crystals he had encountered in the vaults, those horrifying condensations of slaughtered immortals were the foundation. On their own, they could not be directly used other than for the divination that the cult wished to do.

But when refined through the methods of the Rise of the Drowned Crescent, their energy could be infused into cult followers, slumbering within them until it was forcibly ignited.

A terrifying method.

And a wasteful one.

The surge of strength was volatile, often uncontrollable, and when the energy burned out, the host would die. A disposable army of living weapons, loyal only until their flames consumed them.

The only reason Lame Yu was still alive, was because he had not used the energy and as such, it was still within him. In fact, the qi sealing poison had managed to stabilize himself, and ensure his life for a longer term.

Lin Mu set the slip aside, his expression cold. ”So that is how they used it,” he murmured. The thought of the countless immortals butchered to forge such crystals only deepened the weight in his chest.

He had seen the aftermath. Now he understood the design.

But knowledge was also power. And in Lin Mu’s hands, even the twisted legacies of his enemies could be turned into weapons against them.

For now, though, his true focus remained. The teleportation key.

It was still here, locked somewhere within this vast collection, waiting for him to uncover it.

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A while later, Lin Mu sat cross-legged in his chambers, the small wooden token resting in his palm.

Its surface felt ordinary, the faint grooves of the metal inlay forming the character ’Enter’ no different from a common trinket one might find on a roadside stall. Yet the stillness of the object carried a quiet pressure that only someone with eyes like Lin Mu’s could perceive.

He had seen this very token within the soul of the cult leader, had watched how much effort the man took to safeguard it. Now that it lay before him, it looked utterly mundane. If a mortal were to step on it, they might not even glance down to pick it up.

But Lin Mu knew better.

This was the gateway to the Hidden Cave Sect.

He narrowed his eyes and extended his Spatial Perception into the token.

For a long moment, he felt nothing. It was as if the token were part of the very air around him, blending seamlessly into the natural fluctuations of the Spatial Fabric. The more he probed, the more it eluded him, slipping into the background like a shadow dissolving in darkness.

”...impressive.”

Lin Mu had expected some measure of concealment, but this level of precision was shocking. Even with his sharpened senses, ones honed through countless trials in the Path of the Sealed Swords and enhanced by his own cultivation, he couldn’t grasp its true nature.

If not for the memories he had torn from the cult leader’s Nascent Soul, he might have dismissed it as nothing more than a carved token.

A slow breath left his lips. ”This... this has to be the work of a Formation Grandmaster. Not just an ordinary Grandmaster, but one who has dabbled deep in spatial attunement.”

To hide something from his Spatial Perception was no small feat.

Lin Mu could see the layers of the world itself, the folds and seams of space, the shifting undercurrents of qi. Yet this token resisted all of that. Whoever had crafted it clearly understood how to veil its presence at the most fundamental level.

For Lin Mu, that only made it more enticing.

He placed the token before him and began.

His fingers glided through the air, tracing runes of analysis, each mark connecting with his own qi and sending probing strands into the key. It was like feeling around a locked vault in the dark, every movement testing for resistance, every flicker of perception mapping out another unseen formation.

Days passed in the quiet of his secluded chamber. Lin Mu did not eat, did not sleep, his mind wholly focused on unraveling the lock. The token was built like a puzzle of a thousand interlocking plates. One wrong touch, and the pathways would fold in on themselves, forcing him to start again.

It took him four entire days before the final knot of energy came undone.

When it did, a hum resonated through the air, faint yet undeniable. The token shivered once, as though recognizing him, and then it opened.

Lin Mu’s senses were suddenly filled with information — a rush of coordinates that were not words but impressions. They formed a structure in his mind, an intricate lattice of values spanning more than the simple three dimensions mortals could comprehend.

He steadied himself, parsing them carefully.

The first three were straightforward: the X, Y, and Z placements, a vector in ordinary space. That much was expected.

The fourth value shimmered differently. It represented the layer of space, a depth beyond the tangible, as though pointing not just to a location but to a folded sheet of reality. The sect wasn’t just hidden by distance but by dimension.

And the fifth factor... time itself.

Lin Mu frowned as he examined it. Unlike the fixed stillness of the other coordinates, this one pulsed with motion, a continuous equation that updated itself in subtle rhythms. He quickly realized what it meant.

Planets moved. Stars drifted. Entire galaxies spun and shifted in the endless sea of existence. To teleport with precision, one couldn’t simply aim for where something was. One had to know where it would be.

That drift, that motion, was accounted for in the final coordinate.

Without it, even if he tried to teleport using the other four values, he would likely end up in the cold void, thousands of kilometers away from his target.