Lin Mu's eyes opened.
The vast underground cavern was unchanged—yet now, it seemed brighter.
The hundreds of lotuses on the lake danced not merely with grace, but with joy.
They recognized him.
He who had embraced nature's truth.
He who bore the blessing of their progenitor.
And within him, the Healing Heart Sutra now hummed—serene, powerful, eternal.
Lin Mu stood at the edge of the lake, looking down at his own hands.
Once weapons.
Now… hands that could heal.
A quiet smile curved his lips.
"I understand," he whispered. "Even in this world of violence and chaos… there must be someone who heals what's been broken."
And with that, he bowed deeply to the lake, to the lotuses, and to the spirit who had gifted him this path.
Lin Mu took one last look at the lake, then leapt upward.
SHUA
