Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

Half an hour later, the conference room was full of people.

Except for Dai La who fell asleep due to excessive fright, all the members of the power-grabbing team were sitting in the conference room.

"Everyone, let me introduce you." Lin Yi extended his hand and gestured, "This is Di Ya, our team's new collaborator."

Di Ya originally wanted to sit next to Su Xiao, but as soon as her butt touched the chair, a cold blade pressed against her neck.

The feeling was like a knife was placed on her neck, causing her whole body to freeze.

After weighing the pros and cons, she had to stand up in disappointment and sit next to Lin Yi.

"You...actually cooperated with the violators?!" Dai Mao Wang's emerald green eyes widened, and his voice was full of disbelief.

As a judge, she has always believed that hunters and violators are like water and fire, and they will fight to the death when they meet.

But the scene before her completely overturned her cognition.

“No, has this guy been in the Black Abyss for so long that his brain has become stupid?” When Lin Yi heard what Daimao Wang said, he couldn't help but hold his forehead and sigh, with helplessness in his tone.

Di Ya breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what King Daimao said. It seemed that there were still normal people in the Samsara Paradise, but those he had met before were all crazy people who did not play by the rules.

The next two days were calm and peaceful.

Due to the contract, Di Ya would naturally not attack Lin Yi and Su Xiao at this time. Once she took action, the Samsara Paradise would wipe her out immediately.

At the same time, Bloomer finally completed the preparations for the king selection ceremony and sent a message to Su Xiao to bring Dai La to the palace at ten o'clock in the morning.

After receiving the news, Lin Yi opened a study room filled with ancient books.

The room was in a mess, with yellowed notes, rotten wooden boards, and torn pages of paper scattered everywhere.

Su Xiao was sitting on a wood carving from a tree root. Blurred words could be seen between the wood grains, but they had long been eroded by insects, wind and rain and were difficult to recognize.

All the things in this room were searched by Su Xiao with the help of the entire empire. They were related to swordsmanship, swordsmanship, potion mixing, and eternal power.

With Lin Yi's current power, it is easy for him to find these. He only needs to give orders to Wu Fu, Zos and others, and these two people will send their men to collect them.

After hearing about this, the Senate, Yin Yu and others also sent a lot of treasures, which were said to be mostly from the imperial treasury.

Anyway, to them, these are just dusty waste, so it is better to do a favor and use it to get closer to Su Xiao.

In the past two days, Lin Yi also read a lot of swordsmanship notes, but he only used them as references rather than imitations.

He did not want the swordsmanship of others to influence his own path, but instead planned to use these classics as a foundation to deduce completely new techniques.

"interesting."

When Lin Yi pushed the door open, Su Xiao was just throwing away a piece of rotten wood.

Although it was just a piece of broken wood, the few words recorded on it benefited him a lot.

The military strength of the Black Throne Continent is not low, and its technical level is quite impressive - as can be seen from the fact that the Prisoner Hera Gundam is a Lv.29 master of unarmed combat.

In the dark ages before the rise of the Black King, this continent followed the naked law of the jungle.

The powerful man who controls everything calls himself a mystic, who is the predecessor of today's extraordinary people.

Those who have honed their skills to perfection are honored as "Extreme Cultivators".

Their lifelong pursuit is to surpass human limits, and to use their mortal bodies to compete with those beings high in the clouds - the so-called "gods" in this world.

Ironically, these worshipped gods are essentially just mystics who have reached the pinnacle.

When they were completely assimilated with the eternal power, they lost most of their humanity and lay dormant in another dimension.

The mystics and the gods jointly built the ruling system of the continent: the mystics served the gods, while the extreme cultivators traveled around the continent.

They may respect powerful gods, but they will never bow down to them.

Under this distorted order, ordinary people suffered from oppression. There were 27 orthodox sects coexisting on the continent. In the end, those who did not believe in God were sinners.

Blood, fanaticism and morbid exuberance are intertwined.

Until one day, a child named Adgesh openly challenged the sect's authority.

As a young boy, he declared that people were not born to be slaves and that the world should be governed by capable ordinary people.

Mystics can be respected but should not act recklessly. Gods also need to be restrained. Only the ultimate cultivators are truly strong - they pursue power but never exploit civilians.

"No one is born to be oppressed, and no one is destined to be sacrificed." The child's voice echoed in the square, "Beautiful women have the right to choose their partners, instead of being treated like dolls by the mystics."

These shocking words angered the local sect, and just as they were about to execute this "blasphemer", a passing master came to the rescue.

And this child who dared to challenge theocracy was Adgesh, who later changed the whole world.

Twenty years later, Adegesh returned from the vast sea with only three extreme cultivators left by his side.

His return was like a storm sweeping across the continent - in just over ten years, wherever his cavalry went, all nations surrendered, the once high and mighty gods fell under his conquests, and ancient beliefs were crushed into dust.

Those mystics who once towered above mortals can only crawl under the throne and offer their loyalty with trembling hands.

The order of the old era was completely shattered, and deep-rooted ideas were wiped out under the baptism of iron and blood.

This child of the past is now called the "Black King" by future generations.

He is the supreme monarch that the human race swore to follow to the death, a cruel tyrant in the eyes of the foreign races on the border, and a world-destroying man who caused a huge wave of blood in the memory of the sea people.

His rule ended the jungle law of the survival of the fittest on this continent, and with his iron fist he created an unprecedented era of prosperity, with the flame of civilization burning to its historical peak.

As the flames of war subsided, the mystics - those extraordinary people who were once regarded as the sharp blades of war - gradually lost their former glory.

Their status plummeted, especially the Jixiu. This group of ascetics who once followed the Black King in his conquests had almost disappeared from the world 1350 years after the Dark Era.

Today, most of the remaining top cultivators are hiding in dangerous and desolate places.

Instead of escaping, they chose to hone their will in these extreme environments and stick to ancient beliefs that had long been forgotten by the world.

"Let's go, it's time to take Pedra to her throne."

Lidya Su stretched lazily and brushed off the dust on his clothes.

He picked up the Dragon Slash that was leaning against the wall, and the scabbard scraped lightly against the ground, making a slight metallic hum.

The two of them walked out of the room one after the other, and the morning breeze blew towards them.

At this time, the old charlatan, Dai De La and Dai Mao Wang had been waiting at the door of the mansion for a long time.

The streets were already lined with royal guards in their best attire, their scarlet ribbons standing out against their dark blue uniforms.

They held royal flags with gold edges, and sharp swords were neatly hung diagonally at their waists - these young men of noble birth might not be able to withstand fighting on the battlefield, but they were perfectly suited as ceremonial guards.

The scarlet carpet stretched from under my feet all the way to the palace in the distance, looking like a flowing flame in the morning sun.

The gold-embroidered flag fluttered in the breeze, casting specks of gold on Pedra's pale knuckles.

She stared at the shadow cast by the palace spire and unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes.

"Nervous?" Dai Mao Wang walked to her side and lowered his voice.

Dai Dela shook her head slightly, with a faint smile on her lips: "It just feels... a little unreal."

boom--!
Gorgeous fireworks exploded on the blue sky, shining brightly like stars.

Two thousand Holy City Guards were lined up in neat formations, their silver armor gleaming coldly in the sun.

Wherever they passed, human walls were immediately built on both sides of the streets, separating countless eagerly waiting civilians outside the safety line.

Pedra sat in a luxurious iron-silver carriage with the crystal windows on all four sides completely open - this was an ancient tradition that allowed every citizen to see the face of their new king.

The Royal Guard will circle half of the city. This rule, set by the Black King himself, symbolizes that the monarch is with the people, rather than living in the clouds.

At this moment, the holy city is filled with a festive atmosphere. The main streets are under semi-blockade, and all pubs and theaters in the city are open free of charge today, with all expenses borne by the imperial treasury.

The streets were crowded with people, and civilians holding wooden wine glasses could be seen everywhere, their faces flushed with excitement, waiting eagerly for the new king's guard of honor to pass by.

In the core palace area of ​​the holy city, the black-armored soldiers who had been stationed there all year round had quietly withdrawn.

Their mission is coming to an end - with the arrival of a new king, these silent guards can finally be relieved of their duties.

"Until the new king appears, no one can get close to the throne." The old charlatan once said.

This is not an exaggeration. Even if Lin Yi gathered all the forces in the Holy City, it would be impossible to break through the defense line of those black-armored soldiers.

They have long surpassed the scope of living people and are more like creatures walking on the edge of life and death.

If it weren't for the existence of the Black King who exempted them from the price, these guards would have been completely assimilated by the Dead City and become a part of that terrifying city.

At this moment, the heavy gilded front door of the palace was completely open. After a whole night of careful decoration, the hall was completely new: the scarlet carpet was laid from the door to the bottom of the throne.

In the eyes of Lin Yi and Su Xiao, the core of the world was embedded in the seat behind the throne.

Di Ya's fingertips trembled slightly. She stared at the core of the world, almost unable to control the urge to rush forward.

But reason eventually overwhelmed desire - she knew that as long as she dared to reach out and touch it, she would be backlashed by the power of the contract in the next second.

In front of the hall, Su Xiao's eyes swept over the guards on both sides of the corridor.

Although these soldiers were wearing the uniforms of the royal guard, the way they held their swords and the murderous look in their eyes revealed that they were not just for show.

The young duke was now wearing a formal suit and following behind the Minister of Finance, while the Duke of Silver Feather was waiting at the palace gate with other ministers.

Sayato's voice of giving instructions could be heard outside the palace. The princess was personally deploying security to ensure that the coronation ceremony would go smoothly.

As the right-hand man of the Black King, the old charlatan has already taken his position in the front hall, ready to preside over this sacred coronation ceremony.

"Walking the monkey? Going half a circle around the city." Wu Fu muttered while rubbing his bloodshot eyes.

He stayed up late last night to handle military affairs, and now he sees double images of people.

"Even a monkey wouldn't walk that far, at least not me." The Chancellor of Finance glanced at him sideways.

“It’s good, it’s quiet.”

As Lin Yi spoke, Wu Fu, who was arguing with the Minister of Finance, stopped talking.

At this moment, except for Pedra and King Dai who are still on their way, representatives of all forces in the Holy City have gathered outside the palace, waiting for the arrival of the new king.

Soon, the royal guards arrived at the front hall, and all the soldiers knelt on one knee to welcome the new king.

In the carriage, Sayato was wearing a black robe as deep as the night, and the patterns embroidered with silver threads glowed coldly in the sunlight - the black robe symbolized the supreme royal power, the silver threads represented eternal power, and those intricate patterns were interwoven into totems of the people, territories, and the army.

The black carpet stretched out under her feet, and every step seemed to be stepping on the pages of history.

Wherever she passed, soldiers and officials knelt down, and the sound of their armor hitting the ground was like the music of worship, until she arrived at the steps in front of the temple.

"Well, little white rabbit, it's time to ascend the throne that belongs to you."

"Okay." Dai Deila replied timidly. Even though she was about to be crowned emperor, her timid appearance still made the ministers behind Duke Silver Feather secretly shake their heads.

These dignitaries exchanged puzzled looks - among the many people chosen for the king, why did they choose this seemingly weak girl?
"Kneel down."

After hearing Su Xiao's words, Dai Dela immediately knelt on one knee, which showed respect for the Black King.

The old charlatan walked slowly out from the shadow of the front hall, holding an iron-black crown in his hand.

When the crown fell into Pedra's hair, the girl couldn't help but tremble slightly - she not only felt the cold weight of the metal, but also sensed a certain power contained in it.

"Is this the one that was placed in the church before?" Lin Yi narrowed his eyes and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

He suddenly remembered the offerings he had seen in the old shabby church when he first came to this world. That rusty iron crown had now become the supreme symbol of the empire?
"Correct."

"Awesome, you just left such an important thing in the church, aren't you afraid that it will be stolen?" Lin Yi couldn't help but click his tongue.

After a moment's silence, Pedra stood up with the help of King Daimao.

As she stepped into the shadow of the front hall, the sunlight cast a slender silhouette behind her.

Passing through the corridor, the obsidian throne at the end of the central hall gradually became clear - it was the symbol of the Black King and the embodiment of the authority of the entire continent.

Dai Dela is moving towards royal power step by step. As long as she sits on the Black Throne, she will become the King of Black, the legitimate king.

Pedra's breathing unconsciously quickened. She had imagined this scene countless times, but had never thought that the crown would really fall on her head.

As Pedra moved forward, the group of officials behind her gradually thinned out.

Those nobles who did not have sufficient titles were forced to stop outside the central hall and could only crane their necks to watch the new king's back disappear at the end of the corridor.

In the front hall, Dai Dela, who was at the front, had already reached the inner corridor and soon entered the middle hall. She looked at the high platform in the deepest part of the middle hall, where the Black Throne was.

When Pedra stepped into the central hall, the Black Throne stood on a high platform, with twelve obsidian pillars around it like silent guards.

Su Xiao, Duke Silver Feather and others followed closely behind - although they had no chance of becoming kings, given their status in the empire, they were naturally qualified to witness this historic moment.

Pedra continued to move forward, but suddenly felt something strange above her head.

The crown was getting colder and colder, the chill almost penetrating into the bone marrow, and the skin on the forehead even began to tingle slightly.

"It hurts."

Dai Lila's right hand tightly grasped Dai Mao Wang's arm. At this time, Dai Mao Wang finally noticed Dai Lila's abnormality.

Just as Daimao Wang was about to raise a warning voice, a sharp knife flashed across her neck.

Su Xiao's Dragon Slash was unsheathed at some point, and the sharp blade was pressed against King Daimao's throat. A trace of bright red blood slowly slid down the snow-white blade.

"Shut up, the Knight Game is over."

"You all knew it a long time ago, right? This throne is a trap!"

The Daimao Queen looked a little excited at the moment. She finally understood why Lin Yi and Su Xiao wanted to support others to take the throne instead of themselves. This so-called throne was a trap.

"Do you think Dai La doesn't know? She knows much more than you do. But even so, she still chooses to move forward - compared to you, a knight king in name only, she is the one who is truly suitable to wear this crown." Hearing Su Xiao's words, King Dai looked at Dai La who was walking towards the throne step by step.

Even though he had a splitting headache at the moment, Dai La still did not stop. Dai La had a weak personality, but that did not mean that his will was weak.

Dai Deila was in a trance and saw countless overlapping figures emerging on the throne, all of them reaching out to her - that was not an invitation, but a drag.

Fifteen meters, ten meters, eight meters.

Dai Dela's steps suddenly stopped eight meters in front of the throne. She lowered her head and stared at her hands that were shaking uncontrollably. Her knuckles turned white from the force, but she still couldn't stop the trembling that came from her soul.

The girl closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Two seconds later, Daila continued to move towards the throne.

Sayato's eyes became complicated. For the first time, she truly examined her half-sister and suddenly realized that she had never really understood her.

In everyone's mind, Dai La's image is quietly changing - from a puppet at the mercy of others to a king worthy of following.

When he was only one step away from the throne, Dai La's body suddenly shook violently.

The power of death has begun to erode her body. Spider-web-like black lines have appeared under her pale skin. Compared with Lin Yi and others, Dai Beila's physical fitness is too weak.

Just when she was about to fall, a pair of wrinkled hands held her steadily.

"His Majesty."

"It's okay, help me keep going forward."

Dai Bei La forced a pale smile towards the old charlatan, and he barely maintained the curve of his lips with all his strength.

King Sarge stood there in a daze, his body trembling slightly under the knight's armor.

She couldn't understand why someone would be willing to sacrifice their life for a crown.

"Is it worth it?" This question kept echoing in her mind.

"Do you understand? An unqualified king?" Su Xiao put away the Dragon Slash. To be honest, King Ailan's awareness was not even as good as that of Daila.

If it weren't for Dai Chuila's weak physique, with his character, he would have been the strongest contender for the king's choice.

Dai Lila slowly turned around with the help of the old charlatan. Her face was terrifyingly pale and her skin was a strange bluish-gray color, as if she had been dead for a long time.

But those eyes were still bright, burning with heart-pounding determination.

"You two, I'm going to trouble you at the very end."

Su Xiao and Lin Yi looked at each other, and at the same time stepped forward to support Dai Dai La's shaky body.

Although they had only regarded this girl as a chess piece from the beginning, at this moment, both of them simultaneously slowed down their movements and sent Daila on her last journey as a human being.

"Thank you both. I never thought that one day I would be able to walk here." Dai La's voice was a little weak. At this moment, she was relying entirely on willpower to talk to the two of them.

Her body was on the verge of collapse. If Lin Yi and Su Xiao hadn't been holding her up on both sides, she would have collapsed to the ground by now.

"I recognize your qualifications."

The moment the sound was heard, all the candles went out at once, and then reignited a moment later - but the flames had turned into an eerie, dark blue.

A blurry figure appeared behind the throne, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a tall man wearing a crown.

His eyes swept across everyone present, finally stopping at Dai Deila. (End of this chapter)