Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

The power of the abyss slowly spread through the cracks in Tracy's soul, like the finest threads, stitching the torn fragments back together bit by bit.

This process was much more complicated than Lin Yi had imagined.

All I can say is that it's a miracle Tracy survived, in Lin Yi's eyes.

Her soul was in a state that looked as if it had been haphazardly hammered by a group of barbarians with hammers—cracks everywhere, fragments out of place, and in some places it had even grown into a completely deformed shape.

The methods of transformation used by the empire where Tracy lived were, in Lin Yi's words, so crude that even Lin Yi couldn't stand them.

Rather than saying they split Tracy's soul in two, it would be more accurate to say they forcibly separated Tracy's soul through external force.

There was no precise cutting, no meticulous separation; it was the simplest and most brutal method—tearing it apart with some external force.

According to Lin Yi's observation, the group of charlatans originally planned to completely separate Tracy's soul and create a second personality that would only obey them.

A weapon of war that only knows how to kill and can be manipulated at will, while retaining Tracy's original saintly personality as a "container" and "fuel".

The idea is good, but unfortunately, I lack the ability.

They cannot achieve a complete separation of souls; they can only tear apart most of them, leaving a part connected.

Thus, Tracy's soul became in its current bizarre state—the upper part split in the middle, while the lower part remained connected, with reason on the left and killing on the right, sharing a body and a core.

However, their abilities could only divide Tracy's soul into its current form, which unexpectedly created Tracy's extremely insane appearance.

If her soul were completely separated, Tracy might become two separate beings—a normal saint and a pure killing machine.

That would actually make things simpler, at least each part would be complete and self-consistent.

But it is precisely this half-baked tearing that is problematic.

The left side watches the right side commit murder, and the left side can sense everything when the right side commits murder.

When I'm sober, I know what I'm doing; when I'm crazy, I can't control myself.

Day after day, year after year, the two personalities eroded and permeated each other, eventually turning into a distorted state that could erupt at any moment.

It can only be said that Tracy's appearance was just a coincidence.

Those charlatans wanted the perfect weapon of war, but what they created was a monster that could go out of control at any moment and even kill its own people.

Due to the passage of time, Tracy's two souls had long since adapted to their current deformed form. To stitch the two souls back together, the already healed areas on both souls would have to be torn apart again.

Just like some people with fractures, doctors will forcibly break the bone that has already healed because there is a problem with the healing site, which is not conducive to subsequent recovery.

Lin Yi is now taking this step: reopening the old wound to facilitate the healing of Tracy's injuries.

But the pain it brings is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

"what--!"

Tracy let out a piercing scream.

Her body suddenly arched, and she convulsed violently as if struck by an invisible electric current.

Lin Yi did not stop.

His fingers pressed firmly on Tracy's forehead, and threads of abyssal power continued to probe in, tearing open the old wounds that had already healed, bit by bit.

Each tear in her soul was accompanied by Tracy's heart-wrenching screams.

Her face began to contort.

The left half of her face is Tracy's original appearance, with tears in her eyes and trembling lips, as if she is pleading silently.

The right half of his face, however, had changed to a completely different appearance.

His skin cracked, revealing the dark red texture beneath; his mouth stretched to below his ears, revealing a row of jagged, sharp teeth; and his eyes were filled with nothing but crazed killing intent.

A dual face constantly shifted on Tracy's face: on the left, a saintly figure pleading in agony; on the right, a monster roaring madly.

At this moment, Tracy's face was constantly shifting between the duality of self and the weapon of war, showing that Lin Yi's surgery had still been too much of a shock to her.

Her hands gripped Lin Yi's arm tightly, her nails digging deep into his flesh.

Those hands were also changing.

One moment it's a normal person's hand, fair and slender with distinct knuckles; the next it transforms into a monster's claws, with long, curved nails and skin as rough as sandpaper.

But no matter how things change, they cannot harm Lin Yi in the slightest.

A pale golden light constantly enveloped Lin Yi; it was a blessing personally bestowed by Anna, a protection from the owner of the House of Death.

Tracy's fingernails grazed the light, making a screeching sound, but they couldn't leave even a trace.

She opened her mouth, and her row of sharp teeth bit down hard on Lin Yi's wrist.

Click.

Another crisp sound.

Another crack appeared on Tracy's tooth.

She released her mouth in pain, letting out a whimper, but her hands still clung tightly to Lin Yi's arm, refusing to let go.

The pain made her consciousness fluctuate between clear and blurred, but one thing she was very clear about.

I can't let go; I can't drive away the only person who's willing to save me.

Lin Yi's gaze swept over her ever-changing face and landed on her eyes.

What Lin Yi needed to do at this moment was not to forcibly press the two halves of the soul together. Doing so would only cause Tracy's two personalities to kill each other and then completely collapse. That would be the stupidest thing to do, like putting two enemies in the same cage, which could only result in mutual destruction.

What he needs to do is to build bridges on both sides simultaneously, so that the left side can influence the right side, and the right side can be controlled by the left side, so that the two sides can become a whole again.

The personality on the left has reason, emotion, and everything that Tracy originally possessed.

The personality on the right has only the instinct to kill, only the desire to fight, and only the madness that has been suppressed for three thousand years.

Let the left understand the right, and let the right obey the left.

Let them no longer be two personalities, but two sides of one person—reason and instinct, emotion and desire, saint and monster, merge into a complete and real Tracy.

It sounds simple, but it's incredibly difficult to do.

Threads of abyssal power slowly extended through the cracks in Tracy's soul, like the finest embroidery needle weaving along the edges of those torn wounds.

Each movement was accompanied by Tracy's body convulsing violently, but she never let go of Lin Yi's hand.

Time passed by, second by second.

After an unknown amount of time, the frequency with which Tracy's dual expressions changed began to decrease.

The image of the saintess on the left occupies more and more time, while the face of the monster on the right appears less and less.

Her eyes began to stabilize, gradually returning to their original color, the unsettling dark red fading faster and faster.

The hands that were gripping Lin Yi's arm gradually returned to normal. Although they were still trembling slightly, they were no longer the terrifying claws they once were.

She opened her mouth, and her row of sharp teeth slowly retracted, returning to the normal shape she should have.

Thanks to Hill's guidance, Lin Yi's operational precision has now far surpassed that of ordinary people; otherwise, he might not have been able to solve Tracy's current problem.

Hill once told him: "The most important thing in healing the soul is not how strong your power is, but how precise your skill is."

No matter how strong the power, a single cut will shatter the soul.

Only with sufficient precision can one navigate through those minute cracks, sewing up what needs to be sewn and leaving what should be left intact.

Lin Yi finally understood the meaning of those words.

It's all thanks to the buff Lin Yi has now, otherwise Tracy, who is currently in a daze, would have really torn Lin Yi to pieces.

Anna's blessing enveloped him; the pale golden light not only blocked Tracy's attacks, but more importantly, it kept Tracy sane amidst her madness.

She knew she couldn't kill this person; he had come to save her.

Without this blessing, Tracy might have torn Lin Yi to pieces during her first bout of madness.

With her world-destroying combat power, even Lin Yi would have a hard time surviving in that close-range situation.

Three hours.

Lin Yi withdrew his hand.

Tracy's body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her whole body was soaked in sweat, but her eyes were not the kind of chaos that comes from being consumed by madness, nor the kind of emptiness that comes from being tormented by pain, but rather the clarity of a normal person.

She looked up at Lin Yi, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only said thank you.

It wasn't the kind of polite thanks, nor was it the kind of perfunctory response.

It is gratitude for finally seeing a glimmer of light after being filled with pain and despair.

Lin Yi looked at her, not responding to her thank you: "That's all for now. The rest will take time. It will take at least six months, and at most a year, for you to fully recover."

Tracy nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

After the souls merged, she became aware of her own sins.

Over the past three thousand years, she has killed countless people in her madness. She doesn't know the exact number, but she knows it is an enormous number that cannot be counted.

The entire capital, the entire empire, everyone she had ever protected, everyone she had sworn to protect, all died at her hands in the end.

She also realized that she would have to spend the rest of her life atoning for her sins. This was not an impulsive or emotional decision, but a rational understanding after she had sobered up.

Her crimes were too great to be atoned by death.

Death is too simple; once you're dead, it's all over, and there's no more suffering.

To atone for one's sins while still alive is the hardest thing.

At that very moment, the chains binding Tracy suddenly rattled.

slam-la-

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed inside the wooden house.

The chains that had bound her body began to come off from her neck, wrists, and ankles.

The rusty iron ring opened automatically, slipped off her pale skin, and fell onto the compacted earth with a series of dull thuds.

The chains that were embedded deep in her flesh behind her back began to be squeezed out of her flesh by some special force.

Tracy's body trembled violently.

Those chains had been inside her for three thousand years, long since becoming an integral part of her flesh and blood.

Being forcibly squeezed out now brings pain no less than the agony of having one's soul torn apart just now.

But she gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound.

One by one, the black chains slowly withdrew from the wound on her back, stained with dark red blood, carrying the marks of three thousand years of imprisonment and torture, before finally falling behind her.

Tracy knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the chains that had fallen around her.

It's been three thousand years.

She had been bound by these chains for three thousand years and had grown accustomed to their weight and their presence.

Losing them suddenly at this moment brings an indescribable sense of emptiness.

Just then, Anna suddenly appeared at the door of the cabin.

She appeared out of thin air, without any warning or spatial fluctuations, as if she had always been standing there.

She was still wearing that long black dress, a faint smile on her pale face.

It's not the kind of condescending pity, nor the kind of cold-eyed sympathy, but rather compassion that comes from the heart.

She stepped into the cabin, walked to Tracy's side, bent down, and reached out her slender, pale hands to help Tracy up from the ground.

Tracy stared at her blankly, her lips moved, but she couldn't say a word.

Anna gently patted the back of her hand, her voice as tender as if she were comforting a wounded child: "It's alright, it's okay now."

She turned to Lin Yi, nodded slightly to him, and a hint of approval flashed in her deep purple eyes.

Lin Yi understood that it was an acknowledgment of everything he had just done.

Anna looked at Tracy again, her gaze falling on the chains scattered on the ground, and said softly, "Although the Death House is a place that binds prisoners, it is also a place that gives them a chance to atone for their sins. As long as they can truly repent, the chains that bind them in the Death House will automatically fall off."

Her voice was soft, yet it could be clearly heard in the small wooden house.

Tracy's tears started flowing again.

repentance?

She did repent.

For the past three thousand years, she has regretted every day, prayed every day, and apologized every day to the girl she killed.

She carved "I'm sorry" countless times on the wall and silently apologized countless times in her heart, but sadly, that girl will never hear it.

The reason she couldn't leave was because her murderous personality hadn't changed.

Now that Lin Yi has stitched the two souls back together, Anna has finally been completely repentant in the House of Death's judgment.

"But unfortunately, the vast majority of the prisoners in the Death House are incredibly stubborn."

Anna's face showed a hint of helplessness.

"After all, most people who commit heinous crimes are not ordinary people. They will not deny what they have done, because they see it as a way of practicing their beliefs."

Edwin is the best example.

He sacrificed 313 million believers, which was the proudest moment of his life and the moment he considered himself to be closest to God.

Make him repent? Make him admit he was wrong? Impossible.

Those ancient beings imprisoned deep within the House of Death each possess their own beliefs, their own convictions, and their own principles.

The crimes they committed, in their own view, may have been unavoidable choices, inevitable consequences, or acts for a greater purpose.

They don't admit their mistakes.

Admitting a mistake is tantamount to negating one's entire life.

Prisoners like Tracy are rare.

She herself was a victim of the transformation; she killed in her madness, suffered in her lucid moments, and repented every day for three thousand years.

She never made excuses for herself, never felt that she had done the right thing; she was just in pain, just regretful, just praying.

So her chains came off automatically the moment she fully repented.

Anna looked at Tracy with gentle eyes: "Most people can only waste their lives in this place, and then either give up on themselves and eventually be completely chained up and become part of the House of Death, or they deceive themselves and keep repeating everything in this place."

As Tracy listened to these words, tears streamed down her face.

She knew Anna was telling the truth.

Over the past three thousand years, she has seen countless prisoners.

Some people chose to give up on themselves, succumbing to madness, and were eventually swallowed up by the chains, becoming the marks on the walls of the House of Death.

Some people choose self-deception, constantly making excuses for themselves and telling themselves that what they are doing is right, eventually falling into an endless cycle, repeating the same mistakes day after day.

But she chose the third path.

Pain, repentance, waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity that may never come, waiting for someone who may never appear.

She waited.

Tracy looked up at Lin Yi, who was standing not far away.

But Tracy knew what those three hours meant to her.

It signifies a new beginning.

"Thank you," Tracy said again, her voice much more stable than before. "Thank you for saving me."

Lin Yi looked at her and said, "I told you, after you're cured, you have to come with me."

Hearing these words, Tracy did not back down; instead, her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Help her with her tasks.

This means she is useful.

Useful people will not be abandoned.

“I do,” Tracy said. “I’m willing to go with you.”

Anna stood to the side, watching this scene, a relieved smile appearing on her lips.

She turned to Tracy and gently patted her shoulder: "Now that the chains are off, you are free. The House of Death will no longer bind you, and you can leave at any time."

Tracy looked at Anna, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Anna then looked at Lin Yi, a hint of a smile flashing in her deep purple eyes: "Here you go, make good use of him."

Lin Yi nodded: "I know."

Anna smiled, turned and walked out of the cabin.

As she reached the door, she stopped and glanced back at Tracy.

“Remember,” Anna said, “you’ve gained not only freedom, but also a second chance. How you use that second chance is up to you.”

Tracy nodded vigorously.

Anna's figure disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

The cabin fell silent again.

Tracy stood there, looking down at the chains scattered on the ground, and remained silent for a long time.

Then she looked up at Lin Yi.

“I’m ready,” she said.

Lin Yi looked at her and nodded slightly.

"Let's go." (End of Chapter)