But the Healing Heart Sutra had come to Lin Mu when he obtained the blessing of the Lotus Spirit… and the altar had reacted after.
"It's almost like… it accepted it."
As if the altar was a mirror, a judge, or perhaps even a gathering vessel for universal truths. Maybe it didn't create the sutras—it recognized them.
Each sutra came from a different path, yet all were connected by the common thread of the Heart.
What would be the seventh?
Or the eighth… or the final ninth?
He stared at the six energies.
They pulsed in rhythm—six heartbeats echoing across cultivation paths. He wondered what the other sutras would be like.
He didn't know. Not yet.
Lin Mu shook his head and turned away for now.
"No answers here… not for that word."
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He walked toward the library circle—a section of the ring space he had filled with shelves to house the hundreds of scrolls, books, and odd records he had collected over his journey.
