Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 2901: Saved!

The rift pulsed, fighting the containment. Space buckled, the entire monastery shook.

But Lin Mu's threads held.

A final spiral looped into place—and then he pulled.

The knot tightened.

The rift screamed in silence.

A tremor rippled through space—and then it collapsed in on itself with a sharp, high-pitched crack. The unbearable gravity vanished in an instant, like a tide pulling back to reveal a calm shore.

Silence.

The monks in the chamber slowly opened their eyes, blinking in confusion. Their bodies felt as if an invisible boulder had been lifted. Their breath came easy for the first time in years.

The Heart of Gravity was no more.

Instead, a glowing knot of spatial light floated in its place, pulsing slowly like a new star. Lin Mu raised his hand and guided it downward, embedding it deep into the sealed ground.

He had done it.

He stepped back, wiping the sweat from his brow. His entire body ached—not from weight, , not from the utter lack of immortal qi in his body, but from the sheer mental toll of maintaining the Knot.

But he had succeeded.

Behind him, the abbot approached, awe in his every step.

"What… have you done?"

Lin Mu gave him a tired smile.

"I sealed it. Not with force—but with a knot. A gift from my master."

The abbot bowed low, so low his forehead touched the stone.

"You have saved us. And preserved the teachings of the Great Burden Sutra. We owe you everything."

Lin Mu waved a hand. "Just stay safe. That is all we need."

He looked around at the now-balanced chamber.

The monastery was no longer dying. It was reborn.

With the rift sealed and the crushing gravity finally dispersed, the Great Burden Monastery exhaled its first true breath of relief in years.

The immense weight that had once turned every step into a trial now lifted like mist at dawn. Though the chamber where the Knot of the Weaver rested remained sealed for safety, the rest of the monastery felt transformed—brighter, warmer, and no longer burdened by an invisible vice.

Lin Mu, however, was exhausted.

The forging of the Knot had taken more from him than any battle. His qi reserves had been drained near to the bottom multiple times, and if not for the vast stockpile of pills and immortal stones he'd accumulated over the years, he might never have endured.

Even so, the toll was heavy.

His meridians were sore, his dantian strained, and the mental fatigue was enough to leave him nearly senseless the moment the pressure ended. He collapsed into quiet meditation in the courtyard outside the Heart Chamber, and for three days straight, he didn't stir.

During that time, the monks tended to him in reverence. They left healing incense and immortal herbs near his meditation spot and chanted sutras at dawn and dusk to aid in his recovery.

By the fourth day, Lin Mu finally opened his eyes.

The air tasted different—cleaner. His body felt light. And his spirit… calm.

"So this is what peace feels like," he muttered with a small smile.

He slowly stood up, stretching his body and cycling his qi. It flowed smoothly again. The strain had lessened. The Healing Heart Sutra that he had continued chanting even in his unconscious state had done its job well.

Elsewhere in the monastery, the monks were also recovering swiftly. With the gravitational burden gone, they could move more freely and resume proper cultivation. The Healing Heart Sutra Lin Mu had chanted had helped them recover quickly. Combined with their Great Burden Sutra, it balanced their inner strain like a tempering hammer on hot steel.

One by one, the monks regained their vitality. The once-weary faces grew clear, the gaunt limbs now filled with strength. Their steps were light, and the somber quiet of the monastery had been replaced by an air of quiet joy.

On the seventh day, the abbot personally came to Lin Mu and bowed deeply.

"Benefactor Lin, we owe you more than we can express in words. You have saved us from withering in silence."

Lin Mu waved his hand gently, still modest despite the gratitude in their voices.

"I only did what I could. No need for thanks."

But the monks wouldn't hear of it.

That very evening, they held a humble banquet in Lin Mu's honor.

It was not lavish by worldly standards—after all, monks had no interest in excessive pleasure—but it was prepared with sincerity. Long wooden tables were set up under the open skies, where paper lanterns floated gently in the evening wind. Bowls of spirit rice, medicinal stews, herb-infused dumplings, and fruit nectar lined the table.

Each dish was light, nourishing, and prepared with spiritual energy rather than spices. But it carried with it a warmth that filled the belly and soothed the soul.

It was the first time in years the monks were having a proper meal.

And for the first time since they arrived, Meng Bai joined them.

Now freed from the overwhelming weight, the boy could finally walk freely within the monastery walls. He looked around in awe at the monks—once solemn and reclusive, now lively and laughing in calm tones. They welcomed him with open arms, even seating him next to Lin Mu.

"This place is so different now," Meng Bai whispered. "It feels… alive."

Lin Mu smiled, watching a few of the younger monks joking quietly amongst themselves. "That's what balance brings. They endured because they had to. Now they can live."

The abbot raised a clay cup filled with warm ginseng nectar.

"To Lin Mu, the bearer of the Ruyi, the one who soothed the Heart of Gravity and saved our lineage. May your path be clear, and your strength eternal."

"Amitabha," the monks chanted in unison, their heads bowed.

Lin Mu accepted the toast with quiet gratitude. Though his journey had taken him through countless a gauntlet of obstacles, this moment of peace felt more satisfying than any victory. And he was going to enjoy it.