Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

Chapter 123 The finals begin

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

His eyes are deep, containing endless vicissitudes and wisdom, like an ancient tree that has 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 filled with deep emotion.

Wang Ye replied softly and respectfully, "Master, it has been exactly twenty-three years since you viewed the Fenghou Picture."

After hearing this, Zhou Jing's eyes flashed with complex emotions, like regret and sorrow, "Twenty-three years, twenty-three years have passed. It seems that I still have not been able to see through my own heart and let time pass in vain." His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, as if he was deeply regretting his past obsession and unrealistic desires.

Zhou Jing took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner emotions.

He looked around, revealing a last bit of nostalgia for this inner world that had trapped him for so many years.

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

He turned around resolutely and led the way out.

"Let's go, let's leave here." Zhou Jing's voice revealed a sense of relief and determination.

As he took action, the entire inner world began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

Those illusory scenes gradually dissipated into the air like broken bubbles.

He took the lead in pushing open the door to reality, and the sunlight shone on his body, as if covering him with a layer of golden glow.

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

The dazzling sunlight poured in through the window. Lin Yi raised his hands to cover his eyes and tried to adjust himself.

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

"Uncle Master! You're finally awake!" Taoist Yunlong shouted excitedly, his tone unable to conceal his shock and ecstasy.

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

Seeing Zhou Jing return to normal, Taoist Yunlong showed unspeakable joy on his face, and even couldn't help but shed tears from the corners of his eyes.

He had waited too long for this moment.

"Look at you, you're such a grown-up and still crying. The younger generations are watching you, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" Although Zhou Jing was scolding, his tone was full of love for Taoist Yunlong.

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

Seeing this, Lin Yi and Wang Ye tactfully left the quiet room, allowing the two seniors to reminisce about the past.

They walked outside, feeling the warm sunshine and the real natural scenery.

With the successful experience of the first time, Lin Yi and Wang Ye’s subsequent actions were faster and more efficient.

Soon, they found the remaining two Taoist priests who were trapped in the inner scene 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.

"Mr. Lin, we will always remember your great kindness to our Wudang Mountain." Taoist Yunlong said calmly but with gratitude, "If you have any needs in the future, we at Wudang Mountain will certainly do our best to help you."

After hearing this, Lin Yi said, "Master, I do need your help. I believe you have noticed Quan Xing's unusual behavior. I hope you can organize people to block Longhu Mountain tonight." A gleam flashed in Taoist Yunlong's eyes, and he quickly understood Lin Yi's intention, "Oh? It seems that Young Master Lin is planning to catch the turtle in the jar?"

"That's right." Lin Yi nodded. "How Quan Xing treated our sect back then, now it's time to make them suffer."

"Leave this to us at Wudang Mountain." Taoist Yunlong responded generously, "I will notify other sects as soon as I return, and I guarantee that not even a fly will be able to fly out of Longhu Mountain by then. Little friend Lin, just go ahead and do it boldly."

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

Wudang Mountain worships the Great Emperor Zhenwu Dangmo, and slaying demons and eliminating evil is their job.

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, his deep eyes revealing an indescribable complex emotion.

He witnessed the powerful influence Lin Yi demonstrated in such a short period of time, and couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

Lu Jin wondered to himself, if Lin Yi had been in the country all these years, would Trinity School have already regained its former glory?

He took a deep breath, suppressed his chaotic thoughts, and a kind smile appeared on his face.

"What's wrong, uncle?" Lin Yi noticed that Lu Jin was acting strangely and asked with concern.

"Nothing, just thinking about something." Lu Jin responded lightly, not wanting to make Lin Yi worry too much.

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

The competition has entered the fierce final stage, and a tense atmosphere fills the air.

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

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

People were surprised to find that these three seniors were the sorcerers 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 below, and then refocused on Zhang Lingyu.

He clearly realized that this junior uncle was no ordinary person. To be able to become the last disciple of the old Heavenly Master, his qualifications and strength must be extraordinary.

Zhang Zhiwei turned to Lin Yi and asked in a tone of peer: "Friend Lin, in your opinion, who will win this battle between Chu Lan and Ling Yu?"

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

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

Lin Yi explained in a deep voice: "Ever 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's people that he started practicing again."

He continued, "This means that after a gap of more than ten years, Zhang Chulan defeated many extraordinary people in just over a month of training, 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 extraordinary genius with a normal perspective?"

Lin Yi knew that the old Taoist priest seemed to have drugged Zhang Lingyu. Even if Zhang Lingyu had the ability to win, it would be difficult for him to win at this moment.

"Young man, you have a really sharp vision." Zhang Zhiwei exclaimed, expressing his appreciation for Lin Yi's insight.

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

(End of this chapter)