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Time flies, and before I knew it, thirty years have passed.

During these thirty years, Lin Fuping followed Kong across most of the Western Desert, saved all the nightmares in the places he passed through, and also witnessed the city-like secret realm unique to the Western Desert.

With her continuous enlightenment, the Western Desert, which was originally lacking in spiritual energy and almost cut off, began to regain vitality. Although the progress was slow, it gave hope to the Buddhists who had been guarding the Western Desert for thousands of years.

"Soon, soon!"

"It's been tens of millions of years, tens of millions of years! We can finally get rid of these damn shackles."

Some people were muttering in low voices in the dim underground, while others fell into a brief madness due to excessive emotional fluctuations.

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Luo Ciying stood on the back mountain of Tianlong Temple and looked in the direction where Lin Fuping was.

In her vision, what she saw was the Western Desert that was originally shrouded in black fog. As Lin Fuping walked by, a blue-green light full of vitality and vigor dispersed the black fog. The shackles in the sky were constantly becoming thinner and smaller. The Heavenly Dao of Kunling Continent was trying to inject its power back into this barren land that had been barren for tens of millions of years.

"time is limited."

Luo Ciying said in a low voice, with relief and pain in her eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, please come over and have a chat."

A vicissitudes of life voice rang in her ears, Luo Ciying suddenly lowered her head, her whole body trembling.

This was the first time he took the initiative to invite her over, but Luo Ciying didn't feel happy at the moment. She just closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and tears flowed silently down her cheeks.

"Yes!"

Luo Ciying answered in a hoarse voice, and she didn't even want to say another word.

After responding, Luo Ciying touched her forehead with her hand, quietly wiped away the tears on her face, then looked up at the sky. At this time, a golden light of merit was descending from the sky and heading to another place in the Western Desert.

"Oh, she's really fast!"

Luo Ciying's few words contain a myriad of emotions.

There is both admiration and gratitude for Lin Fuping, but also resentment for her lack of worldly wisdom.

Even if she knew, she couldn't be blamed. After all, everything she did was for the future of Ximo, and it was also Jueming's request. She did a great job, it couldn't be better.

But she still felt very reluctant, even though she knew this day would come sooner or later when Lin Fuping first saved Nightmare. But when this day really came, she still felt a sudden emptiness in her heart, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Finally, she took a look at the gradually brightening sky in the Western Desert, then turned around and walked into the cave with heavy steps.

Now that she has come this far, it is their turn next.

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As the golden light of merit entered her body, Lin Fuping slowly opened her eyes, but now there was no despair, madness or even vicissitudes in her eyes as at the beginning, only a void remained.

Now, even if one only looked at her appearance, no one would mistake her for a fledgling cultivator. Because in the countless nightmares, the time Lin Fuping spent was real, and the emotions she experienced were also real.

The character and temperament tempered by countless destruction and despair, the desolation all over the body, can even affect the emotions of the people around. If a person with a weak mind lives with Lin Fuping in this state for a long time, he will probably become depressed in no time.

"Friend Lin, are you... okay?"

Lekong was a little worried. Along the way, he had seen Lin Fuping change from a lively and mischievous girl to the profound senior master she is now.

Lin Fuping looked into the air with empty eyes. After a while, the light appeared in his eyes again.

"It's Master Liaokong!"

Lin Fuping's voice was hoarse. Huahua, who was lying beside him, saw Lin Fuping wake up, and hurried forward. She used her big round head to nudge Lin Fuping's palm, and kept making humming sounds.

Lin Fuping felt a slightly prickly sensation in the palm of his hand, and tried hard to force a smile, but failed.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'll be fine after a while."

Lin Fuping stroked Huahua's big head and comforted her softly.

Thirty years is a short time for a cultivator, but for Lin Fuping, it seemed like tens of thousands of years had passed.

"I'm fine"

Lin Fuping spoke again, this time to Liao Kong.

When Liaokong saw her emphasize again that everything was fine, the worry in his heart not only did not dissipate, but became even deeper.

"Friend Lin, you..."

"Master, now more than 90% of the nightmares in the Western Desert have been saved. It's time for us to go to... those temples."

Lin Fuping interrupted Kong's words and urged the next journey.

After these years of changing itineraries, Lin Fuping also realized that Lekong had been leading him to avoid the locations of the major temples. Combined with the Shengrong map he obtained in his nightmare, Lin Fuping knew that those temples were the locations of the former national capitals of the Ten Kingdoms of Shengrong.

The pattern and intensity of nightmares were directly proportional to the population and strength of Shengrong at that time. The path that Liaokong led was from small towns to big cities, then to county towns and capital cities.

Now that the last capital city has been converted, all that remains in the Western Desert is the royal city suppressed by the ten major temples.

"Friend Lin, this is the only task my master has given me. I don't know the rest."

Liaokong folded his hands

"But Fellow Daoist Lin, you are no longer suitable to enter the nightmare realm. You need time to recover."

Lin Fuping's eyelids trembled slightly when he heard this, and he hugged Huahua in his arms.

Huahua, who has broken through to the fourth level, is already as long as an adult's arm and can no longer take advantage of Lin Fuping's head.

Lin Fuping put his head on Huahua's head and his thoughts drifted away.

Don't you know that something is wrong with you? It's just...

After experiencing so much in the nightmare, Lin Fuping has already put himself into the position of the people of Shengrong tens of millions of years ago. When he thought of the people in the ten royal cities who were still trapped in the nightmare and unable to be reborn, Lin Fuping could not rest in peace. He just wanted to free them as soon as possible and let them reincarnate.

Empathy is also one of the differences between humans and animals.

"Master, I am only experiencing the process before their death from the perspective of a bystander, and that's it. And they keep repeating the scenes before their death in their nightmares, what should they do?"

Lin Fuping asked a question, but Liaokong couldn't answer it.

Now he has not recovered his memories of his past life and cannot empathize with what happened.

Lin Fuping did not insist on getting an answer. After all, there was no answer to this matter.

"Master, let's go to the nearest temple."

Lin Fuping said this and was about to stand up.

"Amitabha, little donor, the time has not come yet. Besides, you should go home."

A deep voice sounded, and a figure appeared silently in front of Lin Fuping and Liao Kong.