Yi Yang borrowed the dream lantern from Fairy Yun Yao, and finally returned to Jiuling.

"Master, you're back." Bai Hu's eyes were full of joy, but his face immediately changed from this joy to worry, "Master, it's not good for you to use your true body to be discovered by people in the fairy world." “

"It's okay, it's important to save Miss Shangguan first."

Yi Yang took out the dream lantern, which was a bronze lamp, and the body of the lamp was carved with intricate patterns, which seemed to tell an ancient story. The wick flickered, as if spiritual, sometimes jumping, sometimes quiet.

"White Tiger, hang this lamp at the head of Miss Shangguan's bed." Yi Yang said.

The white tiger did as he was told, and the dream lantern streaked through the air, and then hung firmly on the head of Miss Shangguan's bed.

The wick jumped more often, as if urging something.

"Master, this lamp ......"

"White Tiger, you go to guard outside the door, don't let anyone in." Yi Biao told the white tiger, and the white tiger nodded, turning into a streamer and guarding the door.

Yi Yang took a deep breath and raised his hand to touch the dream lamp, and the lamp burned violently, illuminating the entire room. He looked at the burning dream lamp, and if he entered her dream and rescued her within the hour of the lamp's burning, she would wake up.

He closed his eyes and chanted the incantation, his body gradually surrounded by a ray of light. Gradually, his figure disappeared in the room, leaving only a ray of light, like a bright soul, quietly guarding Shangguan Jing.

Yiyang's figure appeared in Shangguan Jing's dream. It's a foggy world, and there's a thick fog that makes it impossible to see ahead. He looked around for Shangguan Jing's figure, his heartbeat echoing in the silent dream.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a crisp ringing sound from a distance. He followed the prestige, only to see a woman in a pale green dress coming from the mist, wearing a hosta in her bun, gently pulling up her long hair, her face painted with a light makeup, her eyes like autumn water, and her lips delicate.

"Jinghan...."Yi Yang called softly, but the woman didn't respond to him, and her figure gradually blurred in the mist.

The picture turned, and it was on the virtual roof.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the entire void roof. At this moment, Yi Yang saw the woman just now, her face showed a disappointed expression, and then slowly walked onto the void roof.

Yi Yang wanted to reach out and grab her, but she pounced.

The woman knelt in the center of the void roof, and the fairy whip slashed through the air and hit her body, she was still as silent as before, tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the cold stone slab.

In the dream, Yi Biao walked to the woman's side and carefully helped her up.

"Master, you're here—" The man forced a smile.

It was still the same scene as it was at the beginning, and Yi Biao outside her dream could only watch her struggle in pain.

The picture changed again, and the traces of the fairy whip on the void roof were still clear, but the woman was gone.

Time shifts to the great battle in front of the reincarnation stage.

Yi Biao saw the woman jumping off the reincarnation platform without love. All he could do was stand aside silently, feeling good in his heart.

His figure dissipated in front of the reincarnation stage, and then the scene shifted to an unfamiliar place. It's a dark world, and the only source of light is a light in the distance. He saw the woman standing in front of the lamp, quietly watching the lamp.

Yi Yang stepped forward and whispered, "Are you Jinghan?" Or Shangguan Jing?"

The woman raised her head to see Yi Biao's face clearly: "Master...", she murmured softly, "Where am I?" She realized that there was a dark patch around her, and she couldn't figure out her direction.

"It's me who will take you out for the teacher."

"Master, don't bother, I can't get out, and I will never be able to untie that knot." The woman said with a wry smile.

Yi Biao looked at her, and an indescribable sadness welled up in his heart, "You understand everything as a teacher, but you are not alone. And I'm there for you. His voice was firm and gentle, like a ray of warm sunlight piercing through the darkness.

Jing Han had never heard the master talk to her like this, and she couldn't help but be shocked, she raised her head and looked at Yi Yang with teary eyes.

Qingwu Lianlian suddenly made a sound, she looked down, and saw that the lotus flower was slowly rotating in her hand, and the crisp sound continued. Before she could react, he held her hand tightly and led her out of the illusory dream. In the halo of lights, their figures staggered in the darkness, as if forming a bright beam of light, illuminating the road ahead, and the picture of what they had experienced behind them gradually collapsed with the departure of the woman.