Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections

The image of the majestic middle-aged man gradually dissipated like smoke, and was replaced by Zhou Jing, a kind and majestic old man known to the outside world.

His eyes are deep, containing endless vicissitudes and wisdom, like ancient trees that have experienced the baptism of wind and rain in the world.

"Wang Ye, how many years have passed since I was trapped in this inner scene?" Zhou Jing's voice was full of deep emotion.

The king replied softly and respectfully: "Master, twenty-three years have passed since you saw the Fenghou Tu."

After hearing this, Zhou Jing's eyes flashed with complex emotions, which seemed to be regret and regret, "Twenty-three years have passed. It seems that I still failed to penetrate my heart after all. , let time pass by in vain." His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, as if he felt deep regret for his past persistence and unrealistic desires.

Zhou Jing took a deep breath and tried to calm down the ups and downs in his heart.

He looked around, showing his last trace of nostalgia for the interior world that had trapped him for so many years.

He understood that it was time to leave this illusory world and return to reality.

He turned around resolutely and took the lead to walk out.

"Let's go, get out of here." Zhou Jing's voice revealed a kind of relief and determination.

With his actions, the entire interior world began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

Those illusory scenes are like broken bubbles, gradually dissipating in the air.

He was the first to push open the door to reality, and the sunlight shone on him, as if covering him with a layer of golden brilliance.

Lin Yi and Wang followed closely behind, and together they stepped out of this illusory space and re-entered the real world.

The dazzling sunlight shone through the window. Lin Yi raised his hands to cover his eyes and took a moment to adjust.

Zhou Jing's voice sounded: "Yunlong, I'm back."

"Uncle! You finally woke up!" Taoist Yunlong shouted excitedly, with shock and ecstasy in his tone.

As Zhou Jing woke up from the inner scene, Wang Ye and Lin Yi around him gradually came to their senses.

Seeing Zhou Jing return to normal, Taoist Yunlong's face showed unspeakable joy, and tears even overflowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.

He had waited too long for this moment.

"Look at you, you are still crying at such an old age. The juniors are watching, and you are not afraid of being laughed at." Although Zhou Jing scolded, his tone was full of love for Taoist Yunlong.

In Zhou Jing's eyes, Taoist Yunlong seemed to be the little kid who once followed him.

Lin Yi and Wang also saw this and left the quiet room wisely, allowing the two seniors to reminisce about the past.

They went outside and felt the warm sunshine and real natural scenery.

With their first successful experience, Lin Yi and Wang Ye's next actions were even faster and more efficient.

Soon, they found the remaining two Taoist priests who were trapped inside and successfully woke them up.

As the last Taoist priest woke up from the illusion, the entire Taoist temple was filled with an atmosphere of joy.

"Donor Lin, we will always remember your great kindness to our Wudang Mountains." Taoist Yunlong said in a calm but grateful tone, "If you have any needs in the future, we at Wudang Mountains will be there to help you."

After hearing this, Lin Yi said: "Taoist, speaking of which, I do have a favor that I need your help with. I believe that Taoist has also noticed Quanxing's abnormal behavior. I hope you can organize manpower to blockade Longhu tonight." Mountain." A glint flashed in Taoist Yunlong's eyes, and he quickly understood Lin Yi's intention, "Oh? It seems that Lin Xiaoyou is trying to catch a turtle in a jar?"

"That's right." Lin Yi nodded, "How Quan Xing treated our sect back then, now it's time to let them taste the pain."

"Leave this matter to us at Wudang Mountain." Taoist Yunlong responded boldly, "I will inform other sects immediately after I return, ensuring that not even a fly can fly out of Longhu Mountain. Xiaoyou Lin, you can rest assured and bold Just do it.”

Although Taoist Yunlong is a monk, he has a chivalrous spirit in his heart.

Wudang Mountain is dedicated to the Zhenwu Dangmo Emperor, and it is their duty to kill demons.

Now that he has this opportunity, Taoist Yunlong will naturally not sit idly by.

After Taoist Yunlong and Wang Ye left, Lu Jin slowly walked to Lin Yi's side, revealing a trace of indescribable complex emotions in his deep eyes.

He witnessed the powerful influence Lin Yi showed in a short period of time, and couldn't help but feel filled with emotion.

Lu Jin secretly thought, if Lin Yi had been in China all these years, would Trinity Gate have restored its former glory?

He took a deep breath to suppress these complicated thoughts, and a kind smile appeared on his face.

"What's wrong, uncle?" Lin Yi noticed Lu Jin's strange behavior and asked with concern.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something." Lu Jin responded lightly, not wanting to worry Lin Yi too much.

He patted Lin Yi on the shoulder and said, "Let's go back to the stands."

The arena competition has entered the fierce final stage, and the tense atmosphere permeates the air.

Originally, all the audience's eyes were firmly fixed on Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu in the entrance channel.

However, when Taoist Master Yunlong led the three seniors back to the auditorium, the atmosphere of the entire scene was instantly detonated, setting off an unprecedented wave of enthusiasm.

People were surprised to find that these three seniors were the same warlocks who had been trapped in the inner scene before. They actually managed to get rid of the troubles of the inner scene and returned to reality.

On the stage, Zhang Chulan's eyes swept across the noisy audience and then focused on Zhang Lingyu again.

He clearly realized that this young master uncle was by no means an ordinary person. To be able to become the disciple of the old Heavenly Master, his qualifications and strength were naturally extraordinary.

Zhang Zhiwei turned to Lin Yi and asked in an ordinary tone: "Little friend Lin, in your opinion, who will win in this battle, Chu Lan or Lingyu?"

Lin Yi thought for a moment and replied firmly: "I think the winner will be Zhang Chulan."

"Oh? Why is this?" Zhang Zhiwei asked with interest.

Lin Yi explained in a deep voice: "Since Zhang Chulan's grandfather Zhang Huaiyi passed away, he has been hiding his strength and has never revealed the power of Qi. It was not until recently that he was targeted by Quan Xing, and he started practicing again."

He continued: "This means that after a gap of more than ten years, Zhang Chulan defeated many strangers in just over a month of practice, and now he is standing on the stage of the finals with Zhang Lingyu. Let me ask, Can we still look at this kind of genius that transcends common sense with conventional eyes?”

Lin Yi knew in his heart that the Heavenly Master seemed to have drugged Zhang Lingyu. Even if Zhang Lingyu had the ability to defeat him, he might not be able to win at this moment.

"My little friend's vision is really vicious." Zhang Zhiwei sighed, expressing his appreciation for Lin Yi's insight.

Obviously, Lin Yi understood his thoughts, which is why he was inclined to let Zhang Chulan inherit the position of Heavenly Master.