The Great Dream God

As soon as the words fell, a gleam of determination flashed in Meng Jin's eyes. He waved his hand lightly, as if triggering some mysterious contract.

In an instant, Edward appeared beside him as if teleporting. His figure was like a deep phantom, full of unpredictable power.

A deep blood-red glow suddenly bloomed on Edward's body, like a flame ignited by the darkness, blazing and strange.

The blood-red light quickly condensed and formed an indestructible energy shield that surrounded the two of them.

The shield was like an invisible barrier, ruthlessly blocking the approaching smoke from all directions and protecting them from the smoke.

Meng Jin stood in a world filled with scarlet mist. The mist was like a torn blood vessel, and the overflowing blood dyed half the sky red, giving people a heavy and strange feeling of depression.

He glanced at the two people beside him. Their faces were full of fear, helplessness flashed in their eyes, and their hurried steps seemed particularly weak in the blood-red fog.

Meng Jin sighed slightly and turned his eyes away from them. His helpless shake of his head was like a silent lament.

He knew that these two people were like heavy burdens that held him back from moving forward, but they were also responsibilities that he could not abandon.

Meng Jin's thoughts surged like a storm, his eyes were deep and firm, as if he could see through the fog of the unknown.

He waved his hand lightly, a gesture that was simple but contained immense determination and strength. Edward, the always loyal partner, understood his intention and stayed where he was, continuing to maintain the protective barrier formed by the blood-colored energy.

This barrier is like a tough red curtain, blocking the choking smoke that permeates the surrounding area and providing them with a temporary safe space.

Meng Jin walked alone, step by step towards the front of the deck. Each step was steady and powerful, as if he was stepping in line with the beat of time.

He stood there, like a sculpture on the bow of a ship, braving the wind and waves, fearless.

His gaze pierced through the swirling smoke and stared at the strange white weapon below. It was suspended quietly, emitting an unsettling light, like a vision in chaos.

At this moment, Meng Jin made a move that was beyond everyone's expectations. This move was so bold and so decisive that the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

He leaned forward, his hands reaching out toward the mysterious weapon, as if to embrace it, as if to tame it.

He, who was always as calm as a mountain, at this moment showed a determination and courage beyond ordinary people.

I saw him walking towards the edge of the splint step by step, and every step seemed to step on people's heartstrings, making people hold their breath.

His eyes were looking straight ahead. The mist dyed white by the morning light was like a mysterious painting, attracting him to move forward fearlessly.

He gripped the railing tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if at this moment, the only thing left in his world was this line between life and death.

At that moment, his body seemed to be suddenly stimulated by an invisible force, and instantly straightened up, like an arrow ready to be launched. His arms suddenly waved, as if wings were flapping violently in the wind, bringing up a gust of fierce air. His movements were vigorous and full of endless explosive power and vitality, as if he was challenging the constraints of gravity.

He leaped into the air, his posture like an eagle, piercing the sky, not afraid of the unknown and darkness ahead. The white fog around him was strange and dark, like a mysterious curtain, highlighting his figure more clearly. At that moment, time seemed to be shocked by his feat and quietly stopped, just to freeze the glory of this moment.

The sunlight penetrated the thick mist, poured down on him, and spread a golden color.

He rushed into the white mist without hesitation and jumped into the unknown battlefield without hesitation.

At that moment, his determination and courage were engraved in the air by the wind, leaving only shock and awe.

His figure gradually disappeared in the mist, leaving only an arc that broke the calm and fell straight into the mysterious depths.

On Edward's face, those deep bloodshot eyes were instantly filled with disbelief and shock. His lips were slightly parted, as if his thoughts were tightly grasped by an incomprehensible mystery.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, and every breath seemed to question the endless sky: "Master, what exactly is he planning to do?" His voice was low and confused, full of fear and doubt about the unknown.

Meanwhile, Ximen Yue, an old man who was used to hiding his emotions with calmness, could hardly conceal his inner shock at this moment.

His slender fingers gently slid across the silver beard on his cheek, and each beard trembled slightly in his confusion.

There was a trace of worry in his eyes, like a cold star in the dark night, revealing a deep worry and confusion: "Is this about walking into a trap and seeking the abyss of death?"

His tone was calm yet heavy, and every word was like a heavy weight, measuring the shocking move that was about to take place.

Meng Jin, his eyes were determined, all the muscles in his body were tense, like a cheetah ready to pounce, he rushed forward without hesitation.

His body was like a precisely calculated cannonball, instantly cutting through the thick white fog, like a sharp sword piercing the quiet morning light.

This is a passionate pursuit of the unknown world and a fearless challenge to one's own limits. He wants to break all constraints with action and touch those areas that he has never set foot in.

When Meng Jin passed through the fog, the world in front of him suddenly became clear, making his heart instantly tense.

He was standing in a completely new dimension, and before him was a vast blue world, boundless and boundless, like a magnificent painting of nature.

The sky is as blue as the sea, like a huge sapphire inlaid in the vast universe, crystal clear and deep enough to make people intoxicated.

Below, the endless sea sparkles, like a reflection of the sky, and like a huge mirror, reflecting the changes of the sky. It is boundless and unfathomable, as if it can swallow all imagination.

In this vast ocean, the scattered islands are like pearls scattered on the blue waves, each emitting a unique light.

Some islands are green and full of vitality, as if telling of the prosperity of life; some islands are rocky and appear vigorous and powerful, as if showing the vicissitudes of time.

Each island has its own unique story. They stand quietly in the embrace of the sea, echoing the sky, and together weaving a mysterious and vivid picture.

Meng Jin stood there, feeling the breeze of the sea and listening to the gentle singing of the waves. He seemed to hear the breath of the earth and feel the rhythm of nature.