The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's gaze slowly moved upwards, like a pensive poet, he stared quietly at the boundless black clouds.

These clouds are thick and deep, like a painting of the sky splashed with ink, layer upon layer, impenetrable, like a giant velvet curtain woven from countless dark nights, pressing heavily on the once bright blue sky.

They silently erode the territory of light, step by step, forcing the bright sunshine to the distant horizon, leaving only a faint afterglow struggling in the sky, as if it was the last resistance.

This black ocean contains unpredictable forces that make people feel awe at the majesty of nature.

The dark cloud was like the shadow of a giant beast, covering the sky and seemed to be closer than ever before, as if it had suddenly dropped ten thousand meters from the endless sky, heavily pressing down on every inch of the land.

They are piled up like mountains and are so dense that the sunlight is completely blocked out, making the sky gloomy and dull.

The edges of the dark clouds were glowing with a cold silver light, which was the sign of the impending downpour of rain. It was like a sharp sword hanging over people's hearts, adding a bit of tension and uneasiness.

The air seemed to be squeezed by the weight of the dark clouds, becoming thick and stagnant, like an invisible boulder pressing on everyone's chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Every breath I took seemed to be fighting against this heavy oppression, as if even the sound of my heartbeat was amplified by this oppressive atmosphere, making a thumping sound like a timed bell, foreshadowing the coming storm.

The endless sky now seemed so within reach, as if it was no longer an unreachable horizon, but a heavy sky curtain, hanging low over people's heads, with an unignorable sense of oppression. Each star seemed to be a heavy weight embedded in it, making the curtain of the sky closer to the ground, as if with just a slight push, the vast universe and the vast earth could be integrated. The heavy weight made people feel the depth and impermanence of the universe, as if reminding people how magnificent and mysterious the power of nature is. The sky that was about to overturn was like a giant ready to go.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the side. At that moment, his heartbeat seemed to be frozen in his chest by the magnificent scene before him, leaving only endless amazement and awe. A giant beast stood tall, like a moving mountain, spanning the intersection of heaven and earth. The shocking power was beyond the imagination of mortals, making time and space seem so fragile and insignificant under its feet.

This giant beast is like the unshakable Buzhou Mountain in ancient mythology, majestic and solemn. Its body is like a skyline, cutting through the sky, becoming the backbone of the universe, as if carrying the weight of the sea of ​​stars, maintaining the delicate balance between heaven and earth. Its skin has deep textures, as if depicting the traces of time and the secrets of the universe, which makes people fall into deep thought.

Meng Jin tried to explore the whole picture of the giant beast, but his sight could only reach the four giant feet that stood like mountain peaks. Each foot was so huge, like the footprints of an ancient god. Every time it landed, it seemed to step on the center of the world, shaking the veins of the earth and arousing waves of far-reaching echoes, like the heartbeat of the earth, powerful and solemn, allowing all things to feel the shock from the source of life.

In front of this giant beast, Meng Jin felt insignificant, as if he was a speck of dust, but the awe in his heart did not diminish in the slightest, but became even deeper.

Meng Jin seemed to be transformed into an eagle soaring in the sky. His figure seemed so small under the sky, but full of power. He leaped up, like a meteor streaking through the quiet night sky, and headed straight for the huge foot in front of him that seemed to support the world. What a pair of feet, like a towering mountain, standing in the clouds, shocking.

Meng Jin's hands were firm and powerful, like a sculptor's chisel, depicting courage and determination. He climbed up little by little, and every inch of progress seemed to challenge the laws of nature. His fingers tightly grasped the texture of the giant foot, and sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped into the endless abyss, but he never retreated.

As he climbed, the dark clouds came closer and closer, like a heavy curtain covering the stars in the sky. However, just as he was about to touch the clouds, something strange happened in the darkness. Countless tentacles, like vines growing from a nightmare, quietly emerged from the depths of the clouds. They twisted and meandered, with an indescribable weirdness, like tentacles of the night, and quickly attacked Mengjin below.

Those tentacles, some thick and some thin, some flashing with cold light, some wrapped with lightning, intertwined in the air into a huge net, bound to swallow Meng Jin. Facing this sudden crisis, Meng Jin's eyes did not show any fear, but became more resolute. His body was tense, ready to face this unknown battle, his determination was like the dawn, illuminating the darkness ahead.

Meng Jin's gaze fell solemnly on the dark sea of ​​tentacles. They were like wriggling inky shadows, spreading towards every corner with bared fangs and claws.

He took a deep breath and tightly grasped the shining sword at his waist, as if it was his only protection.

With a gust of wind, a thick tentacle attacked him as fiercely as a poisonous snake. He swung his sword without hesitation, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, instantly cutting the tentacle into two.

However, the broken limb did not disappear. Instead, it twisted like a living vine, trying to use the remaining suction cups to stick tightly to his armor.

Meng Jin was not afraid at all. He rushed forward nimbly, his sword flashing, and every swing hit the target accurately, severing the tentacles that were trying to restrain him.

Those severed tentacles were extremely tough, and the suction cups clenched his body tightly like iron hooks, as if to drag him into the dark abyss.

His sword danced faster, each strike was filled with endless anger and determination, and each slash left traces of cold light in the air.

Although there are many tentacles, Meng Jin's bravery and fearlessness are like a ship breaking through the waves, unstoppable.

In the endless darkness, his sword dance was like a meteor streaking through the night sky. Every ray of sword light carved out a deadly sharp trajectory, just like a sculptor swaying his inspiration in chaos.

Every swing of the sword tip was accompanied by the sound of tentacles breaking, like fragile glass shattering in a merciless storm.

Under the impact of the sword energy, those sticky suction cups were painfully peeled off from his skin, making a dull thud, like a dirge in the night, telling of the cruelty of the battle.

His movements were fluid and firm, his fearless figure glowing with determination in the darkness as he engaged in a silent battle with his enemy in the shadows.

Although his tentacles are as vast as the sea, he is like a lone battleship, sailing through the storm and moving forward fearlessly.

His eyes were determined, sweat was running down his cheeks, and the blood on the blade blended with it, forming a heroic picture.