The Great Dream God

Meng Jin stands on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the vast ocean in front of him. The waves in the distance are surging like millions of white horses galloping, reflecting the blue sky, as if telling of endless tenacity and perseverance.

The sea breeze blew gently, carrying with it the salty water vapor, ruffling his clothes and shaking his heart.

However, when his gaze slowly withdrew from the boundless sea horizon, his eyes became extremely firm.

He took a deep breath of the sea breeze, and the hesitation in his heart was blown away by the wind at this moment. He understood that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, this road, whether close or far away, was a journey they must embark on.

"We still have to move forward," he whispered to himself, his tone full of determination and conviction, "This should be the shortest way!"

Wang Wu's face was covered with clouds of worry, and his brows were furrowed, as if condensing the storm that was about to break out on the sea. He said in a deep voice: "The road ahead is full of unknown dangers, and every step is like walking on the edge of a knife. Our wealth, our lives, and even this ship carrying hope may all disappear in this vast sea. The roar of the waves is a sign of death, and the whistling of the wind is a low hum of fear. Do we really want to take this risk?" His words revealed a deep worry about the future, which made the people around him feel nervous.

Ximen Yue's expression was particularly solemn in the moonlight, and his deep eyes flashed with a determined light. He turned to Lord Meng Jin, and his tone was rare and serious and decisive: "Lord Meng Jin, I must be frank, the road ahead may not be peaceful. Every step we take may lead to unknown dangers. Considering the safety of everyone, I sincerely suggest that we stop at this moment and do not move forward." His eyes were full of vigilance against the unknown, as if he had foreseen the potential crisis. This worry was not out of personal concern, but a deep concern for the entire team.

Meng Jin's eyes swept over the pair of companions in front of him. Their brows were deeply furrowed, as if they were shrouded in an unsolvable fog, and their eyes were full of worry and confusion. He saw it in his eyes, and he already knew the source of their worry. They were afraid of the unknown, afraid of the dangers that might be hidden ahead. This fear was like a thick black veil, blinding their eyes and preventing them from seeing the light of hope.

Meng Jin's mouth corners slightly raised, outlining a warm and firm smile, like the first ray of sunshine breaking through the ice in spring, dispelling the haze around. His eyes were full of understanding and encouragement. He said: "You don't have to worry, I'm here. I will be like a solid barrier, protecting your safety and withstanding all the wind and rain. As long as you believe in me, just like believing in the law of sunrise and sunset, then no matter how many difficulties there are ahead, we can get through it together. Your safety is my greatest responsibility and commitment."

Ximen Yue and Wang Wu's eyes met, like two sharp swords colliding, instantly stirring up endless doubts. In their eyes, each other's shadows were reflected, and the flickering shadows were fear of the unknown and deep doubts about Meng Jin's promise. Meng Jin's words, lightly promising the safety of the two, were like throwing a stone into the stormy sea, and the ripples aroused echoed in their hearts.

In this sea full of dangers, every gust of wind may bring a deadly storm, and every wave may be an abyss that swallows life. Promises here are like flowers on thin ice, beautiful but fragile and ready to break at the touch. They know that the value of life cannot be measured by empty promises, especially a bet that lingers on the edge of life and death. In this impermanent sea, trust is more precious than gold, and Mengjin's promise seems to be saltier than sea water and more invisible than the wind.

Ximen Yue's clenched fist betrayed his determination, while Wang Wu's eyes revealed his caution. They knew that in the face of such a promise, they could not easily surrender their fate.

Meng Jin is the unique soul of this collective. His presence illuminates the way forward for every member. In this team, his voice is authority and his decision is direction. Whether it is an experienced captain or a skilled sailor, they all follow his will and believe in his words.

His decisions, like the compass on a nautical chart, determine the direction of the fleet. Once he gives an order, it becomes an iron rule, and no one dares to object. Every word he says is like a stable signal in the storm at sea, giving the confused crew the courage to move forward. His eyes are firm, his gestures are resolute, and the word "move forward" can inspire the tenacity and determination deep in everyone's heart.

The captain would adjust the speed under Meng Jin's instructions; the sailors would wave the ropes and hoist the sails at his command. Their actions were the best interpretation of their trust in Meng Jin. They knew that only by following his steps could they move forward steadily in the rough sea.

Meng Jin frowned slightly, his eyes flashing with confusion and curiosity, like an explorer lost in an unknown maze. The scene in front of him was shocking, a vast expanse of smoke was like an invisible curtain, covering everything in front of him, leaving only endless white spreading in his vision. The smoke was thick and mysterious, as if it was an illusion carefully woven by nature, making people yearn for the secrets behind it.

Ximen Yue, the old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, had a childlike look in his eyes. He stood at one end of the deck, letting the gentle sea breeze brush across his graying temples, as if at this moment, he had forgotten the traces of time. And Wang Wu, the young and strong young man, had a look full of a fiery spirit of adventure, as if the smoke was a challenge rather than an obstacle for him. The two of them, one as calm as the sea and the other as passionate as fire, were both attracted by the charm of the smoke at this moment, almost overwhelmed by its hazy beauty, shaking their bodies and almost falling. Fortunately, they reached out in time, supported each other, and stabilized their bodies. This tacit understanding was particularly moving against the background of the smoke.

Wang Wu's face was filled with a strange light in his deep eyes, revealing an uncontrollable excitement. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was looking for answers in confusion, or trying to accept reality in shock. His words were low and powerful, and every word was full of tension and uneasiness: "We seem to have stepped into a carefully laid trap." There was a hint of disbelief in his words, as if even he himself could not believe this sudden discovery.

He raised his hand and pointed at the dense fog that filled the surroundings. The fog was like an invisible giant hand, silently enveloping them, blurring their vision and the truth. His words revealed his deep fear of the fog: "This fog seems to be more than just a natural product. Deep within it, it seems to contain some kind of medicinal secret." Every word in his words emphasized the terrifying possibility that the fog might contain the ingredients of a knockout drug, a terrifying power that could silently make people lose consciousness.