In the very center of the hall, there was a golden skeleton, slowly reading a book, occasionally turning the pages with its golden hand bones. The golden light emanating from its body was upright and powerful, and the entire hall was bathed in the golden halo emanating from its body, coated with a layer of golden brilliance.
Shenji stepped forward, knelt at his feet, and bowed, saying, "Grandmaster!"
"You're back. Get up. Did you find anything?" The skeleton's jaw opened and closed, but it wasn't scary at all; instead, it had a hint of kindness.
Shenji recounted everything that had happened outside, bit by bit.
The skeleton said, "She sent you a dream? Show it to your master."
"Yes!" Shenji respectfully handed the dream in his hand to his master.
The skeleton held the dream and thought for a moment before saying, "You have doubts in your heart and find it difficult to make a decision. Why don't you have your master cast a divination for you?"
"Yes!" Shenji bowed respectfully.
The skeleton held the dream in both hands, pondered for a long time, and then said, "I will tell you in three days."
"yes!"
Three days later.
Shenji stared blankly at the clouds outside when a dream flew out of the main hall and into his hand.
A desolate, ancient voice drifted over. "She is your destiny. Open it and see for yourself."
Shenji felt reassured. He held the dream in his hand, closed his eyes, and with a sudden thought, slipped inside. There he saw those stories of past and present lives.
It was an extremely complex dream with many layers. As Shenji walked through each layer, he saw countless versions of him and her. Although the appearances of those people were not theirs, he felt as if they were enacting his and her story.
When she called Jiang Meijing, he stood by like a mischievous boy, liking her but using a prank-like approach.
When her name was Su Shijin, he and she spent their happy days together as a pair of thieves in the celestial and divine realms.
When her name was Wen Qing, they were at an art gallery together, watching the snow and drinking peach blossom wine...
Countless scenes unfolded before Shenji, depicting the love and hate between him and her.
Shenji felt as if his heart was filled with countless people, all of whom eventually transformed into a blurry face. He had never seen that face before, but he knew that person was unique. Her name was in his heart, but he could never call her out.
Until the final layer of the dream, what awaited him there was only coldness.
Ji Liang walked up to him with a smile and said softly, "What you see is Ji Liang, but what I see is not Wei Tang, not Su Li, not Mu Xingzhi, not Jun Zhe, and not Shen Ji. What I see is Mo Tang!"
Ink Tang!
The name seemed to contain the power of Thor, booming in Shenji's mind, and he vaguely felt that he had grasped something important.
Ji Liang looked expectantly at his surprised face, raised her eyes and chuckled, "Do you see me as Jiang Meijing, Su Shijin, Wen Qing, Ji Liang, or Linghu Lan?"
Linghu Lan!
Shenji felt a sudden sense of clarity, a bittersweet feeling welling up in his chest, and tears streamed down his face. He vanished from Linghu Lan's dream and stood at the golden gate of the Divine Compassion Palace.
He was going to find her.
He had a strong premonition that if he couldn't find her, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Unfortunately, he was three days too late. Those three incredibly important days—he didn't know if he could make it in time, or if she would still be waiting for him on Dream Island.
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