The Great Dream God

Meng Jin raised a satisfied smile, his eyes flashing with approval of Edward. He looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Edward, he is really the most outstanding general under my command!"

Edward's actions were like a precise clock, every step was just right, and his decisions were decisive and wise, as if he was born to solve problems.

Meng Jin knew very well that such talent was rare, and having a subordinate like Edward was undoubtedly a great help. His success was largely due to Edward's strong support.

Wang Wu's gaze was fixed on Meng Jin, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had seen an incredible sight.

His breathing became rapid, and a look of surprise rippled across his face. He muttered to himself in disbelief: "This man, Meng Jin, actually has such extraordinary subordinates. They are like tigers descending from the mountains and dragons soaring across the seas. Each of them has unique skills and is loyal. Such a lineup is simply amazing!"

Ximen Yue stood quietly aside, his eyes like the autumn sky, deep and insightful.

He spoke softly, his voice like a cold spring under the moon, cold but containing unquestionable certainty: "Meng Jin, there is a mysterious power hidden in his behavior, that is an innate power of command and control. It is very likely that he is the legendary summoner!"

His words echoed in the air, and every word was like a stone thrown into a lake, stirring people's deep imagination about the unknown.

Wang Wu's face was full of confusion, with puzzlement flashing in his eyes, and he slowly said: "Since ancient times, hasn't the skill of summoners been to establish contracts with the beasts in the jungle and use their power for their own benefit? This seems to be a constant rule between heaven and earth, imprinted in the hearts of everyone who studies summoning. But now, why has the wind direction changed suddenly, and the objects of summoning have changed from wild creatures to all living beings? Isn't this a bold subversion of tradition and an innovative interpretation of ancient art?" His words echoed in the air, causing others to think deeply.

Ximen Yue slowly spoke out a profound truth: "In our vast magical world, summoners are magical beings. Some of them can cross the boundaries of creatures, awaken the beasts deep in the jungle, and establish a soul bond with them. This is the unique ability of beast summoners. However, the power of another type of summoner is even more mysterious. They can awaken human souls, talk to the dead, and even guide lost heroes. We call this type of summoner soul guide. Although the two types of summoners belong to the same way of summoning, they are like stars and flowers, each with its own unique splendor."

Ximen Yue revealed a shocking fact: "The art of summoning people is actually a subtle symphony of power. It involves a sacred agreement with humans, whether it is a slave contract or a covenant. Such a contract is like an invisible silk thread, one end of which is connected to the summoner, and the other end is tied to the soul of the summoned. Once concluded, that person will be manipulated silently and willingly cross taboos to execute every command of the summoner, no matter how difficult and dangerous it is, just for the promise from the depths of the soul." His voice is low and magnetic, and every word strikes the nerves of the listeners, making people full of awe for this supernatural power.

Ximen Yue's words were full of insight. He said slowly, "For summoners, it is a road full of thorns, just like climbing a steep peak. Every step requires tenacious perseverance and incomparable concentration. Not only do they have to master the secrets of communicating with creatures from other worlds, but they also have to seek growth in strength in balance, which makes the road to the top particularly difficult. Therefore, wise soul masters tend to choose a more stable and effective way of practice, and regard the path of summoning as a challenge, an extreme field that few people have set foot on."

There was a gleam of insight in Wang Wu's eyes. He deeply understood a truth: when facing wild beasts, violence is often the key to taming them.

As long as they are pushed to the brink of life and death, most wild animals will succumb to their survival instinct and choose to surrender in exchange for the safety of their lives.

It was a primitive and direct conquest. The wild roar gradually subsided in the face of iron-clad facts and finally turned into a submissive hum.

However, when he turned his attention to humans, he found that the world had become much more complicated.

The human heart is like a deep forest, filled with endless thoughts and emotions.

To completely tame a person is far from being as simple as beating them half to death.

What is needed is patient irrigation, wise guidance, and unparalleled sincerity.

Only by touching the depths of their souls and understanding their fears, hopes, dreams and pain can you slowly win their trust and respect.

This process may be long and arduous, and the time and energy required are undoubtedly astronomical compared to conquering wild beasts.

Meng Jin walked steadily to Wang Wu and Ximen Yue. His eyes were full of exploratory light, and the compass in his hand symbolized the endless voyage. The sea breeze brushed across the corners of his clothes, bringing the salty smell of sea water. "Wang Wu, Ximen Yue," he took a deep breath of the sea breeze, his words full of expectation, "our voyage is not over yet, on the contrary, a greater adventure is waiting ahead! Let us set sail, break through the waves, and reveal the secrets hidden under the waves!"

Ximen Yue's brows gathered like dark clouds, revealing a trace of barely perceptible worry. "At this moment, setting sail and moving forward is undoubtedly a daunting challenge." His words were low and firm, and every word seemed to knock on the iron plate of the cabin, reverberating with a heavy echo. The waves were surging, the distance in the night was blurred, and the wind was getting stronger, as if nature itself was warning them of the difficulty of moving forward.

Wang Wu stared at the vast sea in front of him with deep eyes, nodded gently, and his tone revealed a hint of solemnity. "Here is the deepest secret of the world, known as the world's trench. This is a natural wonder and a forbidden place for life. Because of its extremely low altitude, it is like the navel of the earth, attracting those prehistoric monsters who hide deep fear." His words were like the sea breeze, with a faint salty taste, piercing and mysterious.

This trench is the abyss of the earth and the throat of the world. It swallowed up the sunlight and left only deep darkness. Countless ancient creatures, those terrifying beasts that survived in ancient times, are hidden in this endless darkness. They were sheltered by the trench and avoided the devastating ancient catastrophe. They were able to reproduce and live here, becoming the masters of the trench. Their existence is a witness to time, a mark of history, and a wonderful creation of nature.

"If we choose to move on," Wang Wu said in a low but firm voice, "we will have to face these inhabitants of the deep sea. They come in various shapes, some as huge as mountains, some as fast as lightning, and each of them carries a powerful force passed down from ancient times. This will be a dialogue with the unknown, a battle with fear. We must be prepared, because this trench is not just a body of water, it is a world full of challenges and dangers."

The waves gently hit the side of the boat, as if telling the story of the trench, and Wang Wu's eyes always stayed on the deep sea level, as if he could penetrate the water and see the prehistoric beasts sleeping in the darkness.