The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

Hai Shan recalled, his tone becoming languid:

"It's always been like this."

Unable to find his senior brother, he could only desperately fantasize about me and Haoguang being besieged by the Nine Realms Sect.

Ultimately, the Nine Realms Gate emerged victorious, and it successfully descended, or something like that.

Duan Xinglian asked cautiously, "And then?"

Hai Shan clapped his hands:

"Then Haoguang and I followed his dream and gave the Nine Realms Sect a few hard blows."

"In the end, the Nine Realms Sect was wiped out."

Duan Xinglian remained silent.

As he spoke, Haishan sighed helplessly:

"Then now the battle of cause and effect is approaching, and Senior Brother and Haoguang are not here."

Wanye's younger brother started daydreaming again.

The two were unsure how to respond.

After listening to Haishan's description.

I always felt that the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries was more like someone who was forever indulging in fantasies, forever failing, and never giving up...

Lick the dog?

Hai Shan raised an eyebrow, his gaze landing on Duan Xinglian:

"By the way, you should have mastered the Heavenly Connection by now, right?"

If you still haven't learned how, I'll feed you the potatoes that Haoguang ate back in the day for dinner."

Duan Xinglian nodded hurriedly, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice:

"I've learned it, I've learned it."

Hai Shan smiled with satisfaction, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth: "That's good."

Before he finished speaking, an invisible wave came from outside the window.

Hai Shan raised an eyebrow:

"This feeling?"

He put down his bread, stood up, and looked out the window into the distance.

"What is calling me?"

A smile played on his lips, and a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes: "Interesting, I'll go take a look."

the other side.

Inside a high-end hotel.

A naked woman jumped off the bed, her bare feet landing on the soft carpet. She opened her arms, tilted her head back, and laughed.

"I'm back!"

Baili Yuan stood by the window, looking disgusted.

"Go away. Hurry up and get dressed. We don't have someone as shameless as you."

(Zhuo Zhao)

Zhuo Zhao chuckled, not caring at all, and quickly jumped off the bed, grabbed the folded clothes from the bedside table, and put them on.

As she put on her clothes, she curiously looked around.

"Is this 2,500 years after my birth?"

She buttoned the last button, her eyes sparkling.

"I wonder how much fun there will be."

Huang stood in the corner of the room and sighed, his voice low and deep:

"Zhuo Zhao".

"I have a serious reason for resurrecting you this time."

Let's be serious.

Seeing Zhuo Zhao's nonchalant attitude, Huang sighed again.

According to his memory, his past life was extremely unreliable.

Mingming was born in 475 BC, an era before Jiang Mingzi existed.

She spent most of her life slacking off.

So Ara hesitated about whether or not to ask her for help.

But now is the time to unite all forces.

Baili Yuan bluntly retorted:

"You've used up all the time off we've saved up over four lifetimes, can't you be a little more reliable?"

Zhuo Zhao waved his hand impatiently:

"Okay, okay. You just want to boss me around."

She fastened her belt, turned around, and wore a "I've got this covered" expression on her face.

"Don't worry, I'll help you deal with that Haishan thing."

I haven't played this era yet.

Seeing Zhuo Zhao cooperate, Huang breathed a sigh of relief, and the frown under the bronze mask relaxed:

"That's good."

"So, this marks the beginning of preparations."

Zhuo Zhao smiled, clasped his hands together, and his magical power surged around him.

Let's have a meeting after so long!

[The Dharma of No Self, the Universal Order of All Actions]

The next instant, Baili Yuan, Huang, and Zhuo Zhao appeared in a pure white space.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, a semi-transparent figure quietly slipped in.

It was Hai Shan's primordial spirit.

He looked around the space with considerable surprise.

Hai Shan seemed lost in thought.

This feeling?

It seems to be a direct summoning of someone related to the Nine Realms Gate?

Fortunately, he was indeed a member of the Nine Realms Sect.

When the Nine Realms Sect was destroyed, he fought to the very last moment.

While he was thinking, Hai Shan's gaze fell on Zhuo Zhao, who was at the front.

Zhuo Zhao did not notice anything unusual.

With her hands behind her back and her chin slightly raised, she exuded an air of authority.

"I've just woken up. To avoid being targeted by the law of causality, let's have just the three of us at this meeting."

Baili Yuan and Huang nodded.

Hai Shan nodded secretly.

Zhuo Zhao cleared his throat: "I've seen Huang's memories."

"I am also aware of your current predicament."

"However, in my opinion..."

"Our top priority is to figure out exactly what's most important!"

Baili Yuan's eyes lit up.

As the saying goes, vision determines one's level of achievement, and one's overall perspective determines one's outcome.

Zhuo Zhao, with his rich experience, opened his mouth.

They simply left the arrogant and reckless Lao Huang to who-knows-where.

At least Zhuo Zhao should know how to play Minesweeper.

Zhuo Zhao raised one finger, his tone resolute:

"But in my opinion, the most important thing is not that damned myriad-path weaving machine."

It is not the impending battle of cause and effect.

Instead,

She paused, then said, slowly and deliberately, "Haishan himself!"

Huang frowned, his voice from beneath the bronze mask filled with confusion:

"What does it mean?"

Zhuo Zhao stretched out one hand, palm open, as if supporting something:

"If people are saved but land is lost, both people and land will be saved."

If you save the land but lose the people, you lose both.

Her gaze swept over Baili Yuan and Huang, her voice steady:

"You can't kill Haishan, even if you manage to seize the weaving machine."