In this illusory world, the sky is blue every day.
Lin Dong stood by the fence of his small courtyard, holding a cup of jasmine tea that his mom had just brewed, the fragrance of the tea lingering in the air, bringing a sense of ho warmth.
In this illusion, his mom is young and healthy, her smile as warm as the early spring sunshine, no longer tornted by sickness. Her smile is the gentlest anchor in Lin Dong’s heart, giving him a sense of belonging in this dreamscape.
Not far away, five won—Bai Jue, Li Qingcheng, Qiao Bing, Tang Mu, and Qingye Piaoxue—were playfully tending the garden. Each possessed a unique charm and beauty: Bai Jue was as gentle as water, Li Qingcheng as passionate as fire, Qiao Bing cold and noble, Tang Mu sweet and lovely, while Qingye Piaoxue, true to her na, carried an imperceptible warmth amidst her cool deanor.
They surrounded Lin Dong, as if a canvas ticulously arranged by fate, making Lin Dong feel unprecedented happiness and fulfillnt.
Every day, they strolled together through every corner of Illusion Town, or sat in the courtyard at night under the starlit sky, sharing their dreams and pasts.
Lin Dong discovered that in this world, all regrets were filled, all pain forgotten, leaving only endless laughter and sweetness.
However, as ti went on, Lin Dong realized his mory of reality was gradually blurring.
Those mories that once caused him heartache and struggle felt enshrouded by an invisible fog, becoming harder to reach. He began to doubt if he ever truly had such a past, those days of loss, loneliness, and struggle seed like distant dreams.
"This is our ho, our shared safe harbor." Every ti Lin Dong felt confused or in a daze, his mom’s voice would ring out.
But occasionally, a hint of unease would flash in Lin Dong’s mind, though he couldn’t understand why.
One night, when the moonlight was exceptionally bright, Lin Dong sat alone under the old locust tree in the backyard, filled with unprecedentedly complex emotions.
He closed his eyes, trying to unearth those forgotten fragnts from his heart, only to find them like sand in an hourglass, dwindling and elusive.
"I just can’t rember; trying brings only pain." Lin Dong shook his head and eventually gave up.
He continued to imrse himself in this illusory world.
He enjoyed the ’happiness and love’ here, while his mory of reality grew increasingly vague.
He not only forgot the purpose of coming to the Earth Dragon Palace, but even forgot about the Dead Soul Curse he was under. He even forgot his current location at the Extraterrestrial Battlefield, thinking he was truly in his childhood hotown.
As ti passed, Lin Dong’s mory of the real world lessened.
And in the depths of the Dragon Ring Space, the Soul of the Sovereign Witch floated in the void, surrounded by a faint blue light, her residual ntal Power faintly flickering.
Her gaze pierced through the barriers of ti and space, locking onto Lin Dong in the illusion, her eyes filled with both urgency and helplessness.
"Lin Dong, why are you so infatuated with this illusion? If you continue imrsing yourself like this, you will be forever trapped in it. This is fake, not real."
The Soul of the Sovereign Witch whispered in the Dragon Ring Space, her voice carrying an ancient and profound rhythm, but the call was like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to penetrate Lin Dong’s heart deeply enveloped by the illusion.
She had tried nurous tis to re-establish a ntal connection with Lin Dong, but each attempt seed to hit an invisible barrier, being ruthlessly repelled.
The Sovereign Witch understood that Lin Dong’s heart had deeply sunk into this dream he wove himself, becoming increasingly unresponsive to calls from the Outer World, even starting to reject any voice that might shatter this "perfect" reality.
In another part of the Dragon Ring Space, Lin Dong was still imrsed in the illusionary world woven by love and fantasy, living each day as if in a fairy tale.
He seed to have forgotten the passage of ti, forgotten the existence of the Outer World, and forgotten the self who once ceaselessly pursued dreams and responsibilities.
Here, his mom was healthy and long-lived, and the five won gently accompanied him. Every smile, every embrace, enveloped him in unprecedented happiness and satisfaction.
However, this happiness was not without cost. Lin Dong’s concept of reality was burgeoning indistinct, his mory shrouded as if in mist, and those experiences that once made him grow and strong were slowly disappearing from his consciousness.
The Soul of the Sovereign Witch anxiously paced in the Dragon Ring Space, knowing that if Lin Dong continued this way, he would not only lose connection with the real world but might also forever be lost in this false happiness.
She had to find a way, a way to penetrate Lin Dong’s defenses and awaken his true self deep within.
"Lin Dong, can you hear ? This is your choice, and your test. Rember, true happiness is not in escape but in facing reality. Even if reality is full of thorns, it is an indispensable part of your growth. Do not let the illusion of happiness blind your eyes, and do not let inner fear bind your steps."
The voice of the Sovereign Witch echoed in the Dragon Ring Space, still unable to directly reach Lin Dong, but she believed that as long as the belief in her heart didn’t perish, one day, this call would penetrate the fog and awaken Lin Dong’s sleeping soul.
And in the illusory world woven of endless imagination, the boundary between ti and reality beca vague and fragile, as if every wisp of wind, every cloud carried unspeakable power.
Here was the safe harbor of Lin Dong’s soul and the reflection of his deepest true emotions.
Since the call of the Sovereign Witch pierced through the dream and reality, Lin Dong’s heart was like a fallen leaf swept up by a storm, unsettled, struggling in the whirlpool of reason and emotion.
The illusion seed to hold the magic to peer into hearts; it sensed Lin Dong’s inner tornt and longing and thus once again perford its incredible ’dical Arts’ in this world constructed of fantasy.
This ti, not for a test, nor for honing, but to offer Lin Dong an unprecedented ’happiness,’ a ’fierce dicine’ potent enough to make him utterly imrsed.
It was a sunny morning when Sister Bai Jue, who always comforted Lin Dong’s soul with her gentle smile, welcod the most sacred mont of her life—the birth of her child in this world filled with miracles.
With a clear, pleasant cry, the entire illusion seed to be shocked by this new life’s strength; everything appeared to rejuvenate at that mont.
The arrival of the child, like a warm ray of sunshine through the clouds, lit up the darkest corners of Lin Dong’s heart.
He held Sister Bai Jue’s hand tightly, his eyes sparkling with unprecedented determination and joy.
That tiny life carried an infinite longing for the future; Lin Dong was completely surrounded by ’happiness and goodness.’
"Over, over, if this continues, it won’t be long before he is utterly trapped here." The Sovereign Witch anxiously murmured in the Dragon Ring Space.
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