The moment Lin Mu stepped past the threshold, he felt it.
A sudden pull.A weight far heavier than what pressed down outside.
He paused mid-step.The gravity had increased—noticeably.
If the monastery's exterior was oppressive, then its interior was like wading through thick, invisible sludge. With every movement, Lin Mu could feel his muscles tighten, his spiritual energy adapting.
His brow rose slightly.
"Triple the normal gravity," he muttered to himself.
The monk walking ahead of him seemed to move with practiced slowness, his steps deliberate, each shift of his emaciated body executed with utmost care.
"This pressure," Lin Mu said aloud, "why is it so dense here?"
The monk looked over his shoulder, nodding solemnly. "There was an accident… years ago. You will understand once we reach the inner chamber."
Lin Mu said no more, following in silence.
As they passed through corridor after corridor, the air grew heavier with each turn.
Fourfold.
Fivefold.
