The World Hidden Within the Flesh of a God

Three days had passed since the duel.

Shen Mu had awakened without a word, his gaze calm—deeper and more unreadable than before.

He remained silent, meditating day and night...

But the sects had not forgotten.

Across the continent, rumors spread like wildfire:

"A child with no aura reversed the karma of a genius."

"A life-and-death pact, erased without technique."

"A gate opened… in the soul of a mere mortal."

In the celestial mountains, the ancient sects stirred.

In forgotten tombs, old shadows began to move again.

And at the heart of imperial bloodlines, age-old generals finally spoke his name:

_"Shen Mu."

In the village, five pavilions were raised in the central square.

Each sect sought to lure him. Every word was a golden trap.

The Sect of Grey Flames offered a Celestial Sword.

The Sect of a Thousand Winds proposed a legendary movement technique.

The Weeping Moon Sect offered a rare talisman capable of blocking a strike from an Immortal.

But Shen Mu… ignored them all.

He remained seated, straight, silent.

Then the masked representative of the Sect of Scorched Shadows stepped forward.

He said nothing.

He knelt.

_"You do not seek a master. You seek a path.

We offer you a road… with no light."

Shen Mu looked at him, for a long time.

Then, for the first time since his awakening, he spoke:

_do not seek to rise.

_I want to descend deeper… until even death forgets me.

A shiver ran through every elder present.

Night fell.

And Shen Mu left the village without looking back.

Behind him, no one called his name.

No one wept.

But the trees bowed.

And in the far distance, a forgotten sky opened... to let the silence of the Void pass through.