Walker Of The Worlds

Once Lin Mu had stored all the Elder Evergreen Pillar Bamboos, he could now place the bamboo pavilion here.

He did have to make a couple more adjustments to the building though, as one sides of the pavilion would be dipping in the pond. But that was easily fixed by simply increasing the supporting pillar of the Bamboo pavilion on that side.

"And done." Lin Mu dusted his hands off, as he finished the touch ups.

~THUD~

He placed the bamboo pavilion in the center of the six ponds and completed his residence for the coming few months.

It was rather quaint with the six ponds surrounding it and then a circle of Elder Evergreen Pillar Bamboos that extended further and merged into the rest of the Forest. Looking at it from the bamboo boundary made it look quite picturesque too.

'Did they describe the abodes of immortals to be like this in the mortal stories?' Lin Mu recalled having heard many such stories when he was a child.

In those, immortals were elusive and lived in deep forests in scenic pavilions, or high up on mountain peaks that were occluded with mysterious mist.

And now that Lin Mu was rethinking about that, he realized that there was certainly some truth to those stories.

'If there are other skills like the Litany Of the Verdant Forests, then it would make sense why stories like those were created. There's bound to be other cultivators who had to move into suitable isolated areas to practice their cultivation techniques.' Lin Mu thought to himself as he stepped into his personally made pavilion.

The formations of the pavilion were functioning perfectly like before and all that was left was for Lin Mu to activate them.

~SHUA~

sense and caused the Bamboo Pavilion to disappear and be replaced by

As such, it was best to keep things same as before to prevent any extra disturbances. With that

stay here until he had at

~huu~

him to recover his

emotions faded away and his mind was cleared, ready to take

his senses and welcomed the forest to speak to him. He didn't know how long it

Mu immersed himself in the embrace

the subtle fragrance of bamboo, which was like a delicate perfume that whispered of its ancient

accompanying a gentle breeze swept

bamboo leaves, long and slender, swayed in unison, and created

the leaves would fall from the bamboo and create ripples in the six ponds around Lin Mu. Usually the sound would be almost

and the atmosphere of in the

labyrinth, but during the day, sunlight could trickle though the canopy when the bamboos swayed with

of sunlight would reveal small flowers and blossoms, as if they were playing hide and seek. They had their own ephemeral beauty that could only be witnessed if one

a ballet of nature, an example

around Lin Mu was like a tranquil heaven where time seemed to

Mu too gave up on time, and let the world