The Great Dream God

Meng Jin stood between towering mountains, with a majestic giant snake in front of him that was as winding as a mountain.

Its body was like a moving mountain, and its scales gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the sun. Each scale was as big as a shield, and seemed able to withstand any attack.

The giant snake's eyes were as dark as the night, and the intimidation contained in them was enough to make the timid tremble. However, Meng Jin showed no fear.

He straightened his back and gripped the sword tightly in his hand. The sword gleamed brightly in the sun, as if foreshadowing the upcoming battle.

His eyes were firm, like stars illuminating the night. Facing this intimidating giant snake, he showed immense confidence.

He turned to Ximen Yue, his equally brave and fearless companion, and spoke in a steady and powerful voice, with every word being precious: "I, Meng Jin, am confident that I can kill this giant with my sword. This snake may be huge, but in my eyes, it is just an obstacle that needs to be overcome. It is nothing to be afraid of!"

Ximen Yue's gaze penetrated the crowd and met Wang Wu's. In those deep eyes, he read not only doubt, but also a deep contempt, as if he was mocking all his ideals and ambitions. Wang Wu's words echoed in the air, each word was a pearl, and went straight to Meng Jin's heart, "Meng Jin, your self-confidence is like a flower on a cliff, gorgeous but dangerous. You are so conceited that you ignore the reality under your feet. Your ambitions are often empty, grandiose, and unrealistic."

Every word is like a sharp sword, piercing Mengjin's pain point accurately, making it impossible to refute. Although this criticism is sharp, it is also full of expectations and warnings for Mengjin's growth.

Ximen Yue nodded gently, his eyes as deep as the quiet night sky, and a knowing smile appeared on his face, which was a unique understanding of the wisdom of the world. "Too big a step," he said slowly, each word rolling like a pearl in the quiet air, "often inadvertently, it will touch the soft spot of life." His voice was deep and magnetic, as if every word contained endless philosophy, which made people fall into deep thought. This is not only his unique insight into life, but also his indifferent attitude towards the impermanence of the world, reminding people to pay attention to their feet and stay steady when pursuing lofty goals, so as not to reap the fruits of their own efforts due to their eagerness for quick success.

Despite the waves of doubts coming from all directions, Meng Jin never wavered, his heart was as firm as a rock. Those harsh words, like the cold wind of winter, tried to penetrate his beliefs, but they only shattered in front of his chest. He took a deep breath, and his calm temperament permeated the air, as if silently announcing his determination.

Meng Jin slowly but resolutely drew out the sword that had accompanied him for many years from his waist. The sword body flashed a cold light in the sun, just like his eyes at the moment. His fingers gently stroked the sword spine, and every touch seemed to be revisiting the oath and glory of the past. His voice was steady and powerful, and every word hit the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer, "I never brag!" This sentence is not only a rebuttal to the doubters, but also an affirmation of himself, and a strong declaration of his own ability and belief.

At that moment, Meng Jin seemed to be illuminated by lightning, and the sword in his hand was like a meteor that streaked across the night sky, brilliant and resolute. His movements were as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder, and every inch of his muscles was filled with strength, as if the weight of the whole world was concentrated on the tip of the sword. Under the reflection of the sword light, a black figure hidden in the dark corner was revealed. It slowly raised its head, and its eyes flashed with unknown depth. However, the figure did not hesitate at all. In the blink of an eye, it evaporated from the spot like a ghost, leaving only a faint phantom to prove that he had existed.

At the same time, the atmosphere on the deck suddenly became tense, as if the sea breeze had also held its breath. A mysterious figure suddenly appeared like a mirage. He was Edward, a powerful and legendary slave. His appearance was like the silence before the storm, making it impossible to ignore his presence. He had an upright posture, a firm look in his eyes, and an invisible power permeated his body!

Meng Jin suddenly shot out like a cheetah, his body drawing a graceful arc in the air, as if it was the perfect combination of strength and beauty. His eyes were firm, and every muscle fiber was full of strength, as if it could shake the world. His leap was not just a leap of the body, but also his fearless response to the challenge and his eager desire for victory.

Edward followed closely behind, his figure appearing hazy and mysterious in the light of the dream. His steps were not as wild as Meng Jin's, but equally full of determination. Every step he took was in the rhythm of his dream, like the deep bass in a symphony, intertwined with Meng Jin's high-pitched melody, forming an exciting war song. Their power converged, like two turbulent rivers converging, stirring up a bloody wave, a symbol of courage and faith, illuminating the dark sky.

This blood-red light, like the light of dawn, pierced through the thick clouds, with endless impact and shock, and shot straight into the heart of the sea snake. It was like a flash of lightning that cut through the night sky, short and dazzling, making it impossible to ignore its existence.

At that thrilling moment, a deafening roar tore through the silence like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth. It was the unwilling roar of the giant snake in its last struggle of life, soaring into the sky and shocking everyone. The giant snake's huge body, under the concerted attack of everyone, finally couldn't bear the weight and broke apart, like a collapsed mountain, carrying endless pressure and fear.

Bright red blood, like an out-of-control red waterfall, gushed out from the giant snake's wound, instantly drowning the view. The blood-colored torrent violently hit the sea surface, splashing waves dozens of feet high, and every drop burned with the flame of life, hot and tragic. The originally calm and blue ocean was dyed a deep red by this sudden baptism, like the sunset glow under the setting sun, and like the lava of hell, so beautiful that it was shocking, but it also made people feel the cruelty of death.

Meng Jin landed on the deck like an eagle, his figure straight and resolute, as if the sea breeze could not shake him at all. His sleeves fluttered in the wind, and every fiber seemed to tell of his bravery and tenacity. His eyes were deep and calm, as if they hid the stars and the sea, making people feel that he had just returned triumphantly from a thrilling battle. His skin was slightly dark, which was the mark of the sun and wind and rain, and the witness of countless challenges and victories.

Ximen Yue, who was standing aside, was filled with shock and even a hint of bewilderment. Meng Jin's figure was reflected in his pupils, and he was indescribably surprised. He couldn't believe that everything in front of him was a miracle created by Meng Jin alone. He missed the glory of that moment and didn't see how Meng Jin summoned Edward at the critical moment - the mysterious warrior who was like a god sent from heaven to give him vital assistance.

Ximen Yue's respect surged like a tide, and his understanding of Meng Jin was completely refreshed at this moment. He began to realize that Meng Jin's power was not as simple as it seemed on the surface. It was a kind of hidden and profound power that far exceeded his expectations. "I'm afraid this person's strength has surpassed the scope of ordinary people!" His voice echoed in his chest, "Such a powerful force is simply unbelievable! Maybe this person really has the ability to help us realize the dream of restoring our country!"