"Who!?"
Zhong Yi raised his head warily.
A long-haired man wearing a mask and clad in a white robe descended slowly into the air, making his way unhurriedly to stand before Zhong Yi.
Flying!?
Zhong Yi furrowed his brow, stepping subtly to shield Qin Li'en.
Arts and techniques in this world were rather crude; he had never heard Qin Li'en mention any cultivators who could fly.
That meant the mysterious man's strength was unfathomable!
"Is it really that hard to understand for a disciple of the Dreamweaving Sect?"
The mysterious man shrugged helplessly, then snapped his fingers.
The Qin Li'en behind Zhong Yi vanished without a trace.
"!!!"
Zhong Yi was horrified.
This scene reminded him of the moment when he first revealed his identity to Old Gu Yun in Gu Yun's memory world—
"Freeze" and "Erase"!
In an instant, Zhong Yi understood his current predicament.
"You are..."
"Someone from the Dreamweaving Sect!?"
Seeing the man display that technique, he immediately grasped it.
A dream within a dream!
Just as he had entered Gu Yun's memories to help make up for the regret between him and Lin Xi.
Right now, where he stood was also inside the dream of his future self.
The entire illusion was not built around the memories of Gu Yun and Lin Xi...
But around Zhong Yi himself!
Clearly.
One day in the future, when this world's Zhong Yi was about to die, he too had asked someone else to come and help him fulfill his regrets.
And his regret was never truly being able to save Lin Xi and Gu Yun.
"Catching on pretty fast, huh?"
The mysterious man nodded, clearly pleased with Zhong Yi's response.
"That's right. I'm also from the Dreamweaving Sect."
"So, in your era, I'm about to die? And my regret is to genuinely redeem Lin Xi?"
Zhong Yi muttered to himself, analyzing the situation.
Once he accepted this premise, everything began to make perfect sense.
He felt a brief surge of excitement, but then his brows were again shadowed by regret.
"Forget it. You, this... junior brother. When I'm dying, someone should come to help me with my regret. You're probably a junior disciple, right?"
"This regret of mine... you can't fulfill it..."
"Because I know better than anyone that these are all false, carefully woven memories."
"And my wish..."
Zhong Yi looked toward the grave not far away.
"Is to let them truly and regretlessly be together."
As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious man before him suddenly revealed a smile that felt strangely familiar.
"Who said I'm your junior disciple?"
The mask on the mysterious man's face shattered with a loud crack, revealing a countenance Zhong Yi knew all too well.
"I am the First Generation Dreamweaving Sect Master... Lu Ze."
"You should call me, Grand Master."
The moment Lu Ze finished speaking, Zhong Yi's fist uncontrollably shot straight for his face.
As expected, the punch never reached Lu Ze. Instead, it ended up swinging back and hitting Zhong Yi right in the eye.
"Dear young one, take it easy. This is a dream realm—you can't beat me here... although to be fair, you couldn't beat me in the real world either."
The Dreamweaving Sect Master's face was set in that aggravatingly smug expression that Zhong Yi knew all too well.
"Damn!! Are you mocking me?! I'm going to come find you and throw down when I get out!!"
Sporting a black eye, Zhong Yi gritted his teeth in fury.
To think that after enduring the heart-wrenching tragedy of "To the Lunar Realm," the very architect of all that suffering would appear right before him—how could he resist swinging?
Unfortunately, in this illusion, his power was pitifully weak; he was no match for "Lu Ze."
Reluctantly, Zhong Yi gave up on his plan to thrash Lu Ze in the dream.
After all, right now, Lu Ze was the key to solving everything.
"You are the First Generation Dreamweaving Sect Master... from that ancient era when spiritual energy was abundant and techniques could even reverse reality?"
"Yes."
"So, your dream-weaving arts... can turn dreams into reality?"
"Depends on the difficulty... For your world, which only has ordinary mortals, it's no big problem."
"Why are you helping me?"
"As the only junior of the Dreamweaving Sect in a thousand years to successfully enter the Forbidden Land of Reincarnation... I don't mind giving you a hand."
...
After a brief conversation, Zhong Yi roughly understood the situation.
It turned out that his future self had started researching how to restore the complete dream-weaving arts in order to truly redeem Lin Xi and Gu Yun, and he had kept cultivating relentlessly, even risking himself to break into the sect's forbidden areas in search of an opportunity...
Finally, upon the verge of death, he encountered Lu Ze, the ancient Grand Master always hidden within the Forbidden Land of Reincarnation.
Thus, this very scene came to be.
Meaning...
The Lu Ze before him could genuinely turn Gu Yun's fabricated dream into reality!
"Can it... really be done?"
Hope filled Zhong Yi's heart.
"Of course. I have the complete techniques here... What we are lacking is simply the spiritual energy to sustain them."
Lu Ze nodded slowly.
"What do I need to do?"
Zhong Yi suddenly became excited.
With the technique realized, it all came down to lacking spiritual energy.
In this age of scarce spiritual energy, at the end of the age of magic, that was no easy feat.
"It's simple, with the dream-weaving arts... You lay a 'cause' for the you of the past and reap the 'effect' you desire. In my terms, it's the butterfly effect."
Lu Ze smiled lightly. A butterfly appeared on the tip of his finger.
"When a butterfly in Huayue Province flaps its wings, it could cause a spiritual energy storm on the other side, in Cangfeng Province..."
"Now, the reason for the butterfly to flap its wings is in place. The result will only depend on how forcefully it flutters."
Saying this, he raised his hand, and the butterfly fluttered lightly over to rest on Zhong Yi's shoulder.
"So, just how strong is your determination?"
As his words fell,
a system prompt appeared in front of Zhong Yi:
[Please choose the amount of spiritual energy you wish to inject into the Canglan Realm!]
P.S. Alright, written to this point, all the foreshadowing has been resolved, and the entire story forms a closed loop.
First, let me say that this chapter is inseparable from the excellent script of the original story. All the author's adaptations and second creations stand on the shoulders of giants.
However, beyond the original plot, the way this new ending unfolds should be unexpected yet make perfect sense, right?
If you felt a shock when you read about the senior sister freezing in place and realized it was all a dream within a dream, then it means my clever trick has succeeded again.
Your author has many flaws. Slow writing speed, poor luck, a fragile heart…
But when it comes to game storylines, you can always trust Lao Jie.
It's been a while since I've asked for gifts. If you are fairly satisfied with this ending, please throw some gifts my way to support me.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
