Everyone had gathered in the core area.
There were still four full days before the Bird Ship that would take them out of the instance reappeared.
How were they supposed to get through these days safely?
Lin Chen was troubled as well.
That empty stretch of sea and the unseen, untouchable Mount Putuo had been circling endlessly in his mind.
"Where... is it hiding?"
Carrying this question with him, Lin Chen unknowingly drifted into sleep.
In a daze.
Lin Chen felt as though he heard the sound of waves.
The sound was soft and pleasant, unlike the furious billows of the daytime. Instead, it resembled a lullaby.
Then came a kindly, familiar call:
"Return... return..."
Lin Chen abruptly opened his eyes.
But he discovered that he was no longer in the tent.
He was standing upon a sea shrouded in mist and clouds.
Beneath his feet was a huge, snow-white lotus.
And right in front of him.
On the sea that had originally been empty, a mountain had actually appeared!
A towering, sacred immortal mountain wrapped in ten thousand zhang of golden light!
Purple bamboo groves covered the mountain, auspicious radiance filled the air, and pavilions and towers with upturned eaves could be seen faintly in the distance.
At the summit, a gigantic Dharma form of Thousand-armed Guanyin, seemingly connected to Heaven and Earth, lowered her brows and eyes as she gazed down upon all living beings.
That aura of compassion, mercy, and acceptance of all things made anyone who looked upon it want to kneel and worship.
"Mount Putuo! Purple Bamboo Forest?!"
Lin Chen cried out instinctively.
These were famous Buddhist holy sites within Guanyin Daoist dojo.
He had searched through a thousand mountains and ten thousand paths, worn through iron shoes without finding what he sought—so why had