Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

Lin Yi did not return to his private room, but went straight to the skill enhancement hall. After paying the fee, he stepped into that familiar inheritance space once again.

The sky remained a perpetual pale blue, with a few stone tables and chairs casually placed.

But at this moment, the scene on the open space in the center of the space is completely different.

An alchemical array with a diameter of over ten meters was slowly rotating. The array consisted of three concentric rings. The outermost ring was adorned with silver patterns representing "stability" and "carrier." The middle ring featured pale gold lines symbolizing "soul" and "harmony," their light echoing the "Seed of Rebirth" crystal suspended directly above the array. The innermost ring was pure black, a channel reserved for the power of the abyss, which was now lying dormant.

Hill stood at the edge of the magic circle. She had changed into a simple dark gray sleeveless bodysuit, and her long hair was tied into a neat bun at the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead and focused profile.

Marvin Waltz sat on a stone chair not far away, seemingly relaxed, but his half-closed eyes gleamed with a sharp light, like a drawn blade, intently monitoring every wisp of energy flow within the magic circle.

His hands rested naturally on his knees, but extremely fine arcs of blue electricity occasionally flickered at his fingertips—that was highly compressed, pent-up energy of the Azure Steel Shadow. If any signs of going out of control appeared during the fusion process, this power, enough to instantly annihilate most of the abnormal energy, would intervene.

"You brought the things?" Hill didn't even turn her head; her attention was entirely focused on the magic circle in front of her.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of specially made sealed containers and material boxes appeared neatly on the open ground next to the magic circle.

"There are still plenty of supplies ahead, but these supplies should be enough for the time being," Lin Yi said.

Hill glanced at the materials and nodded slightly.

With a flick of her left hand, the crystal box containing the World Dust opened automatically, and she precisely captured a wisp of silver powder, like stardust, and sprinkled it evenly into the outermost node of the alchemy array.

The moment the powder fell, the silver patterns suddenly brightened, and the entire framework of the magic circle was infused with a sense of "presence".

The jade bottle stopper popped open, and a stream of seven-colored liquid, like a living serpent, meandered into the groove of the central ring.

The pale golden soul-harmonizing patterns came into contact with the marrow fluid, emitting a pleasant hum, and the light became soft and elastic.

Finally, she picked up a Soul Resonance Crystal, tapped it lightly with her finger, and the crystal transformed into a wisp of pale blue mist, rising up and merging into the center of the magic circle, intertwining with the light emitted by the Seed of Rebirth.

"Step back a bit," Hill said to Lin Yi, his gaze returning to the magic circle.

Lin Yi did as instructed, taking a few steps back and standing beside Marvin Waltz.

Almost simultaneously, Hill flicked one of his fingers, sending a wisp of mental energy piercing the Seed of Rebirth above.

Inside the crystal, among countless points of light, a relatively bright point of light, but carrying a distinct air of confusion and unease, was precisely "hooked out".

It was a fragment of the soul from an ordinary student in Kivotos. Its original owner was nothing special in life, and even somewhat timid. Because of this, the fragment's "will to resist" was theoretically the weakest, making it suitable as a subject for the first experiment.

The fragments of the soul transformed into a wisp of milky-white light, drifting down from the Seed of Rebirth and flowing into the central ring of the magic array.

The crucial integration has begun.

The framework constructed by the dust of the world comes into play first.

The silver light, like the most resilient spider web, forcibly restrained and shaped the injected dark matter, outlining a rough human silhouette.

This process was accompanied by the shadowy figure's instinctive struggle, but the framework remained extremely stable.

The source essence fluid began to flow as a medium, enveloping the shaped black silhouette while also welcoming the descending stream of divine soul light.

The iridescent light acted as a gentle buffer and a highly effective fusion agent, allowing two entities with completely different properties to slowly and tentatively come into contact.

The power of the Soul Resonance Crystal spread out, forming a stable field of consciousness that protected the fragments of the soul from disintegrating due to impact during contact.

Hill was completely focused, constantly adjusting his staff with subtle movements that were almost imperceptible to the naked eye, precisely controlling the input and balance of every bit of energy.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but her breathing remained steady.

The silhouette gradually solidified within the frame, revealing details, but it remained a purely shadowy creation, devoid of any life.

The milky-white soul, enveloped by the source essence fluid, slowly "soaked" into the head area of ​​the shadowy outline like a stream.

The moment of contact—

The shadowy substance that made up its body seemed to boil, with black mist constantly emanating from its edges—an instinctive attempt to repel the "invasion" of external consciousness.

The milky-white fragments of the soul flickered with light, conveying clear fluctuations of fear and pain.

A reconciling abyssal force, like an invisible hammer, slammed down on the conflicting shadow matter and fragments of the soul.

Under the influence of this force, the repulsive instinct of the shadow matter was forcibly weakened, and instead a faint yearning for "complete consciousness" arose; the fragments of the soul began to try to "embrace" this new vessel.

The source fluid circulated wildly, accelerating the fusion process between the two.

The whole process lasted about three minutes.

As the last shadow's restlessness subsided and the last wisp of soul's fear dissipated, a brand new "being" stood quietly in the center of the magic circle.

A minute later, a halo began to appear above the heads of the bodies that were originally part of the Shadow Legion.

After the halo appeared, the soldier's figure began to change, and a student in a school uniform appeared in front of Lin Yi.

Hill let out a long sigh and casually wiped the sweat from his forehead.

She sensed it carefully for a moment, then nodded: "Basic fusion successful. The carrier is stable, the core consciousness is alive, and the initial connection has been established. There is no rejection reaction, so we can proceed to the next stage—consciousness awakening."

The blue arc of electricity that had been dancing on Marvin Waltz's fingertips quietly died down. He leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips. "Well done. The energy control precision is even better than I expected."

Hill ignored his teasing and turned to Lin Yi: "The first 'template' is complete. Subsequent large-scale integration can be optimized and batched based on this. But consciousness awakening and personalized cultivation are slow and require time and resources."

She paused for a moment, then said, "You can stay here and observe, or you can go and do your own thing. We don't need you to provide anything more for the time being."

Looking at the student still asleep in the magic circle, Lin Yi could clearly feel the extremely strong master-servant connection established between himself and the student through the Seed of Reincarnation.

He also witnessed the amazing technical skills and control that Hill and Marvin displayed.

“I understand.” Lin Yi nodded. “This is your responsibility. If you need more resources or any other support, please contact me anytime.”

“I know.” Hill waved his hand, turning his attention back to the magic circle and beginning to prepare for the steps of awakening consciousness.

Lin Yi didn't linger any longer and turned to leave the inheritance space.

After leaving the skill enhancement hall, Lin Yi did not linger and headed straight for the trial ground building.

He walked through the bustling crowd and chose to enter the trial grounds, to enter the land of all living beings.

The hunters have entered the training grounds. Please select a mode.

To enter the first level of the Land of All Beings, 50000 Paradise Coins are required per hour. The Land of All Beings has seven levels in total.

The list on the screen expands, clearly displaying the fees from the first to the fifth level, while the sixth and seventh levels show "no permission".

Paradise Coins are no longer a constraint for Lin Yi.

He didn't even need to use his own reserves; he simply sent a short message to Gu Lao.

Moments later, an email containing five million Paradise Coins was delivered to his mark.

Thanks to his role in mediating the transaction and his successful promotion, Gu Lao gained immeasurable "credit" and actual benefits from Lin Yi; this amount of money was merely a drop in the ocean.

Lin Yi only replied that Gu Lao should deduct the corresponding amount from the delivered supplies as payment.

[500000 Paradise Coins Paid, Duration: 1 hour.]

[Teleportation initiated, destination: Land of All Beings, Fifth Floor.]

The feeling of spatial transition was slightly different from before, carrying a chilling sensation that penetrated to the bone.

The moment your feet touch the ground, a bone-chilling cold instantly envelops your entire body.

ice fields.

The endless, pale ice field stretched to the horizon, merging with the leaden sky on the distant horizon.

There were no mountains, no vegetation, no protruding objects, only a flat and hard layer of ice that seemed to have stood for ages.

The biting wind howled endlessly, whipping up tiny ice crystals that stung our faces like knives.

Even with Lin Yi's true physical strength attribute of 138 points, his skin could clearly feel the icy coldness that was trying to penetrate his bones.

This place is empty, desolate, and bitterly cold, a stark contrast to the environments Lin Yi encountered in the previous levels.

Lin Yi took a step, his boots striking the solid ice with a clear "crack" sound that was carried on the wind for a short distance before being swallowed up.

He didn't know where to go; the icy plain seemed to have no signs or guidance. He didn't stop walking, but followed some kind of intuition, heading deeper into the frigid wilderness.

As I walked, I seemed to hear whispers carried on the wind, intermittent yet reaching the depths of my consciousness:
'The blade is the art of slaughter; where its edge reaches, nothing can survive.'

'Even a mortal's blade can slay a god.'

'Gods? Mere souls fallen beneath the blade.'

His voice was flat, without any emotional fluctuation, as if he were simply stating the most basic truths of the universe.

With each word he uttered, Lin Yi could feel the dormant swordsmanship instincts and abyssal power within his body trembling slightly.

He continued walking, his steps steady.

I don't know how long I walked, maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour.

The surrounding environment remained unchanged, still an ice field, a cold wind, and a leaden gray sky.

But the scene behind Lin Yi began to change.

Initially, it was a faint, ethereal figure, its outline identical to his own, appearing about half a step behind him, and also taking a step forward.

Then came the second, the third... and so on, with more and more phantoms appearing. They were neither physical entities nor creations of energy, but rather a reflection of "possibilities".

Each phantom figure had a slightly different posture: some held their swords at more tricky angles, some moved with more unpredictable steps, and some were surrounded by a denser aura of the abyss... But they were all doing the same thing—walking, and, subtly gathering strength.

The abyssal power within Lin Yi's body began to become more active than ever before the moment these phantoms appeared.

The hilt of the black and white rose sword in his hand felt warm to the touch, as if it were resonating with this power.

He stopped.

It wasn't because of fatigue or confusion, but because some kind of realization had reached a critical point.

Lin Yi gripped the hilt of the Black and White Rose sword with both hands, raising it to eyebrow level, the tip pointing towards the empty ice field and sky ahead.

The instant he made that starting stance—

Behind them, countless faint phantoms made the same movements at the same time!

Raise your sword, level with your eyebrows, and point it into the distance!

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The next moment, Lin Yi slightly lowered his wrist, pointed the sword forward, and made a "slash" gesture.

"Abyss Shadow - Blade of the End"

It wasn't at full power, and it didn't even truly unleash the pitch-black rift that tore through space.

It is merely an "intention," a sketch of a "trajectory."

However, behind him—

"laugh--!"

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!!!"

Hundreds upon hundreds of dark, minute, yet incredibly realistic spatial rifts appeared simultaneously before the swords of each phantom.

These were not directly generated by Lin Yi's power, but rather were phantoms reflecting his countless sword techniques and abyssal applications. Under the strange laws of the fifth level of the Land of All Beings, they presented the "essence" and "future evolution" of his "slash" in the most intuitive way.

Thousands of cracks spread forward, varying in length, depth, and trajectory. Some were straight like lines, some meandered like snakes, and some branched out into more tiny cracks as they extended... Together they formed a scene covering a fan-shaped area in front.

The crack silently spread to the edge of the horizon, then slowly closed and disappeared.

The ice field remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

But Lin Yi maintained the posture after swinging his sword, and his arm felt a clear, intense soreness, numbness, and swelling. It was as if the muscle fibers had just experienced the superposition of loads from hundreds of full-force swings.

This feeling is incredibly real; it's not an illusion.

He closed his eyes and pondered deeply.

In his mind, every difference in the trajectory of those hundreds of cracks, every subtle difference in the use of energy, and every way in which the power of the abyss and the sword intent were combined appeared as clearly as if they were engraved.

They are compared, corroborated, and integrated with each other, giving rise to more new understandings and inspirations.

This is not merely watching a "teaching demonstration," but rather subjecting oneself to countless "possibilities" simultaneously, forcing the body and soul to memorize, understand, and absorb the vast amount of technical information contained within.

The tingling and numbness in the body is a manifestation of the load brought about by this high-speed absorption and simulation.

A single mental strike, combined with the unique environment of the fifth level of the Land of All Beings, brought insights and enlightenment that even surpassed months of arduous training and life-or-death battles outside.

Lin Yi slowly sheathed his sword, exhaling a long breath of white air that quickly dissipated in the cold wind.

A flash of understanding crossed his eyes.

It turned out to be the case.

The first three levels of the Land of All Beings focus on refining "skill" and "form"; the fourth level may begin to involve "intention" and "momentum"; and this fifth level points directly to "principle" and "infinite possibilities".

It no longer teaches fixed moves, but instead infinitely expands the "seeds" of the practitioner's own skills, allowing them to personally experience the countless development paths of their own path under ideal conditions, thereby seeing the essence and finding the most suitable and promising direction for themselves.

No wonder the fees are so high and the access requirements are so strict.

This is not only a sacred place for cultivation, but also a "beacon" leading to higher levels of enlightenment.

Without hesitation, Lin Yi raised his sword again.

This time, he tried to infuse more abyssal power into the sword's edge, tried to change the angle of his swing, and tried to incorporate the power generation techniques of different sword styles...

Behind him, the phantom moved with his thoughts, and hundreds of corresponding "Blade of the End" evolution scenes appeared once again.

The tingling and numb sensation intensified, but the skill diagrams in my mind also became clearer and more complete.

Time seems to lose its meaning on this eternal ice field.

Lin Yi was completely immersed in this incredibly efficient state of cultivation.

Each swing of his sword, each moment of enlightenment, deepened his understanding of his own power, giving him an unprecedentedly clear understanding of the control and future evolution of the "Abyss Shadow: Blade of the End" move.

He could sense that although his swordsmanship master level remained unchanged, his potential was being solidified and expanded at an astonishing speed.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

As the familiar teleportation sensation enveloped his entire body, Lin Yi even felt a slight sense of reluctance.

The soreness and numbness in my arms had not completely subsided, but I felt incredibly excited and fulfilled.

Back at the entrance to the trial grounds, he glanced at the time stamp on the mark and, without hesitation, chose to enter the fifth level of the Land of All Beings once again.

Paradise Coins are consumed like water, but the improvements they bring are real.

On his third entry, he was no longer limited to the "Blade of the End" and began to try practicing basic sword techniques and footwork. The phantom behind him always followed him closely, unfolding a "panel of possibilities" for each attempt before him, allowing him to analyze and make choices.

When the fourth training session ended, Lin Yi finally stopped.

It wasn't that the Paradise Coins were exhausted, but rather that Lin Yi felt that the "amount of information" his body and mind had received in a short period of time had reached a saturation point, requiring time to digest and settle. Forcing it to continue would reduce efficiency and might even cause cognitive confusion.

Leave the training ground and return to your private room.

Lin Yi entered the room of the Phoenix Tree, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to systematically sort out all the gains he had made in the past four hours on the fifth level of the Land of All Beings.

After Lin Yi sat down, the Phoenix Tree rustled, and its aura seemed to thicken.

Those fragments of insights, gained hundreds and thousands of times, collided and merged in my consciousness like a tide.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Yi slowly opened his eyes, a sharp, unfathomable glint flashing in them.

Raising his hand, a wisp of sword intent, refined to its utmost, quietly emerged from his fingertips. It no longer merely possessed the corrosive power of the abyss, but also a purity belonging to the "pinnacle of skill."

Lin Yi's mind stirred slightly, and the sword intent dissipated.

Lin Yi has gained a great deal this time. (End of Chapter)