Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 2977: The Weight of Names

The scholar leaned back slightly.

"The sword must be selfish," he responded. "Only those who cut through everything reach the peak."

"A man who cuts everything," Lin Mu said calmly, "has nothing left to protect."

A wind howled around them—silent, without source.

Their philosophies danced like dueling sword souls. The air was filled with unseen strikes, slashes, thrusts, and counters—all formed from declarations of belief.

They spoke of purpose.

Of legacy.

Of pain.

"The sword is an inheritance," the scholar said.

"The sword is a responsibility," Lin Mu returned.

"The sword is a burden."

"No," Lin Mu whispered, eyes glowing with quiet fury. "The sword... is a promise."

That phrase landed.

Like a mountain.

It split the stone beneath them, cleaving a massive gash through the ground.

The scholar’s head dipped. His breath slowed.

"A promise, is it?" he said softly. "Then yours... is strong."

The jade slip in his hand cracked. The ink brush behind his ear broke.

And the figure dissolved.

Not in defeat.

But in recognition.

A final whisper remained behind.

"Your sword does not tremble. Go forth, blade of conviction."

The stone pavilion crumbled.

Lin Mu stood still as the void reclaimed him.

He touched his chest, feeling the racing of his heart.

"I’ve fought countless battles," he murmured, "but that was... the most dangerous kind."

A new light appeared in the distance.

Not gold.

Not silver.

But white—piercing, luminous, whole.

"Four trials down," Lin Mu said. "But the path continues."

And he stepped forward once more.

The white light pulsed ahead, calm and steady, neither demanding nor beckoning. Lin Mu walked toward it in silence.𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The void around him shimmered.

Then—shifted.

The transition was seamless, like falling into a dream while still awake. The ground beneath his feet became marble. Pillars rose around him, each impossibly tall, made not of stone but of condensed sword qi, frozen in time.

Above him loomed a sky that was neither day nor night, but an endless tapestry of floating swords. Some glimmered faintly with age, others gleamed as though freshly forged. And each of them had an aura—a life—a story.

He stood at the center of an ancient plaza.

Etched into the ground were hundreds of names.

"This is the Gallery of the Nameless Swords," a voice intoned, ancient and layered with centuries.

Lin Mu turned slowly.

There stood no physical form—only a massive monolith, its surface smooth as a mirror. His own reflection gazed back at him... except it wasn’t his.

It was him, yes—but younger. Before the power, before the responsibilities. The Lin Mu who had stumbled into cultivation with nothing but grief and stubborn will.

"Here lie the legacies of those who walked the sword path and lost themselves," the voice said. "This trial does not test your strength, nor your mind, but your identity."

A gust swept across the plaza.

Suddenly, the names etched into the floor lit up, one by one.

And with them, the echoes of ancient swordsmen arose.

Dozens of phantoms—blurred, indistinct, each carrying the bearing of a master—surrounded Lin Mu. Their faces were obscured, but their intent was overwhelming. Each one had walked the sword path. Each one had fallen—some to doubt, others to madness, obsession, or despair.

One stepped forward.

Its voice was hollow, like wind in a tomb.

"I forged a thousand techniques. I sought immortality through the sword. I thought that made me invincible. And then I forgot why I drew my blade at all."

Another followed.

"I wielded the sword for love. When she died, so did my purpose. I killed for memory... until the blood buried her face from my mind."

And another.

"I was known as the White Star Sword. People feared my name. But when no one dared oppose me, I found nothing worth swinging for. My legacy became my prison."

One by one, they spoke—confessions of ruin, of masters who became slaves to their own swords.

Lin Mu stood in silence.

Until the last stepped forth.

This one felt different. Taller, broader-shouldered. His aura wasn’t burdened—it was quiet. Tragic.

"I was the first to walk the Sealed Path," the figure said.

"I reached its end, but not its meaning. I won every battle, but never understood my sword."

"So I linger here. A name erased. A legacy unfinished."

He stepped forward, and now Lin Mu could see him more clearly—he wore Lin Mu’s face.

The illusion smiled. Sadly.

"What will your name become, Lin Mu?"

The monolith glowed. Words appeared behind the phantoms:

"To claim your sword, you must confront your legacy. Will you be remembered? Or will you become another name carved into the ground?"

The phantom Lin Mu raised his hand.

A blade formed—not of metal, but memory. A composite of every technique Lin Mu had ever used, every battle he had fought, every moment of hesitation, doubt, and pride.

And then—he struck.

The real Lin Mu dodged barely in time. But this opponent knew him.

Every angle.

Every weakness.

This wasn’t just a fight against his image—it was a duel against the weight of his journey.

Their blades clashed—not once, but over and over, ringing like bell tolls in a temple of swords.

Clang!

Clash!

Crack!

Each blow was a memory:

—His first lesson in swordplay with the Thousand Armament Blade Scripture.

—The moment he obtained Afternoon Pine.

—The day he failed to save Lady Kang.

—The moment he vowed to become something more.

The shadow pressed harder, faster.

"You think you’ve grown," it whispered. "But you are still that boy chasing ghosts. You use power to bury pain. You cultivate not to rise—but to run. It’s why you wander the worlds!"

Lin Mu gritted his teeth.

And then—he stopped.

He lowered his sword.

The phantom raised its blade to strike—

But Lin Mu didn’t flinch.

"You’re wrong," he said quietly. "I do carry pain. I do have regrets. But I don’t run from them. I use them."

"You speak of legacy like it’s something given. But mine is forged—not from what others think of me, but from what I choose to be."

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