Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3482: Silencing The Heavens!

The tentacles began to move.

They wrapped.

They pulled.

They stitched.

It was as if the seal was sewing the rift shut, thread by thread, law by law. It almost made Lin Mu think of the Knot of the Weaver. But that skill was precise like a scalpel. The seal was more like using a sledge hammer to strike nails.

The tribulation responded instantly and lightning exploded outward.

BOOOM!

Bolts thicker than hills crashed down upon the seal, one after another, with enough force to obliterate mountains. Thunder roared so loudly that the ocean below split apart, waves erupting skyward before crashing back down in chaos.

Yet the seal did not budge.

Not even a fraction.

Instead, something far more horrifying occurred.

The lightning that struck the seal did not disperse.

It vanished.

Lin Mu felt it clearly. The tribulation energy was not being deflected. It was being consumed. Devoured completely, leaving nothing behind. The emerald glow of the seal deepened with each strike, growing richer, denser, more profound.

The tribulation shuddered.

SHUA

Its aura fluctuated wildly, the once orderly pressure of heaven’s will breaking into chaotic surges. Lightning lashed out erratically, striking the clouds themselves as if in blind rage.

"Fear." That was the only word Lin Mu could find for it.

The tribulation was afraid!

Even Xukong, watching from within the ring, was stunned into silence. His many eyes widened, his ancient consciousness reeling.

"This... this should not be possible," Xukong murmured. "There are very few things in existence that can intimidate a tribulation. Fewer still that can dominate one."

The tentacles tightened.

GWANG!

With a final surge of emerald light, the rift collapsed inward. Space folded neatly, the edges sealing together as if they had never been torn apart in the first place. The connection to the tribulation dimension was severed completely.

The heavens screamed.

Not audibly.

But in spirit.

ZIP~

The clouds convulsed, lightning flashing one final time in a chaotic frenzy before losing cohesion. The dark mass began to unravel, the storm dissolving unnaturally fast. Wind died down, thunder faded, and the oppressive pressure vanished as if it had been forcibly erased.

Within minutes, the sky was clearing.

Sunlight pierced through thinning clouds, casting golden rays upon the restless ocean. The emerald pillar retracted, the seal descending calmly back toward Lin Mu before slipping seamlessly into his Dantian once more.

Shua~

Silence returned.

At the White Bubble Inn, staff members stared skyward in confusion.

"The storm... it’s gone?" one of them muttered.

"There wasn’t even any rain," another said, scratching his head.

Some frowned, unsettled by how abruptly it had ended. Others laughed nervously and dismissed it as a strange Dao phenomenon. Cultivators saw many odd things in their lifetimes, after all.

Still, a few could not shake the unease lingering in their hearts.

Daoist Chu, Cattaleya, and Elyon stood silently, eyes fixed on the distant horizon.

"That was a tribulation," Daoist Chu said quietly.

"No doubt about it," Cattaleya replied, arms crossed, jaw tight. "And it vanished too cleanly."

Elyon said nothing, but his expression was grave.

Far away, standing alone above the ocean, Lin Mu slowly exhaled.

The heavens had been silenced.

But he knew better than to think they had forgotten.

They were waiting.

And when the seal was lifted, they would come again.

Stronger.

Angrier.

Relentless.

Lin Mu looked up at the now clear sky, a faint smile forming on his lips.

"Good," he murmured. "I will be ready."

Lin Mu hovered quietly above the ocean, the world calm once more, yet inside him something had fundamentally changed.

Even though the Heaven Silencing Seal had returned to his Dantian, its presence was impossible to ignore.

It was no longer dormant.

If before it had felt like a sleeping beast, now it was an awakened sovereign, silent but vigilant. Lin Mu closed his eyes and turned his focus inward. Immediately, he felt it. Two distinct links extended from the seal, clear and unmistakable.

One chain was anchored deep within him.

It wrapped around his soul, not in a restrictive way, but with an unmistakable sense of acknowledgment, as if the seal had accepted him as its bearer rather than merely its user. It did not bind his will. Instead, it resonated with it. When Lin Mu’s intent shifted, the chain responded, subtle pulses traveling back and forth like a living thing.

The second chain was far more unsettling.

It extended upward, piercing through space, distance, and even dimensional boundaries. Lin Mu could not see its end, but he knew where it led. It reached straight into the sealed rift, the forcibly closed gateway to the Tribulation dimension.

Curious, Lin Mu tested it.

He stepped forward, gliding several kilometers across the ocean in an minute. The chain followed. He shifted directions, teleporting again, then again, moving tens of kilometers away from where he had sealed the tribulation.

The sensation did not change.

The rift moved with him. Quite literally.

It was as if the heavens themselves had been forced to place their judgment on hold and tie it directly to his existence. Wherever Lin Mu went, the suppressed tribulation followed, hovering invisibly above him like an unseen execution blade.

A Sword of Damocles.

Except this one did not hang by a fragile thread.

It was anchored by the will of the seal, restrained, compressed, and waiting.

Lin Mu opened his eyes and laughed softly.

"Haha..."

It was strange. Any other cultivator would have been terrified by such a realization. Knowing that a tribulation far stronger than any ordinary one was accumulating above them, growing more violent with every passing moment, would have crushed their resolve.

But Lin Mu felt the opposite.

He felt anticipation.

"This is good," he murmured to himself. "Very good."

He could feel it clearly. The longer the tribulation remained sealed, the more energy it gathered. The heavens were not forgiving entities. They did not forget slights. They only compounded them.

And when the seal was eventually lifted, the backlash would be terrifying.

But that was exactly what Lin Mu wanted.