The Great Dream God

With his fearless determination and rock-hard will, Meng Jin mobilized the rich spiritual energy around him. Under his control, this invisible force, like a surging spring, continuously gathered around his legs and condensed into a transparent and solid spiritual shield. This shield was like refined colored glaze, crystal clear, yet extremely tough, resisting all external impacts.

His feet were tightly wrapped by the spiritual barrier, as if they were held up by an invisible hand. Even in the face of the elephant's giant foot that was like a towering mountain, he could walk steadily and unwaveringly. Every step he took was like playing a silent war song, demonstrating his endless courage and tenacity. Although the toes of the giant foot were as big as rocks, they could not shake him at all. Meng Jin walked in it, as if he was walking in the clouds, free and firm.

The giant foot, like a pillar in the sky, stands at the junction of the boundless heaven and earth. Its existence seems to support the vast order of the universe. Meng Jin, the brave and fearless warrior, stepped on the skin of the giant foot, and every step was firm and powerful, like an ancient poem chanted in the long river of history. His figure seemed tiny against the backdrop of the giant foot, but he was extremely tenacious, moving forward without retreating.

In the dark abyss, countless wriggling tentacles spread like ink, twisting and entwining, trying to devour all the light. However, there was only determination in Meng Jin's eyes, without the slightest trace of fear. He roared to the sky, a declaration of unknown challenges and a hymn to his own courage. The sound was like a war drum in the wind, passionate and deep, shaking every inch of the air, passing through the clouds, and rushing straight into the sky, allowing all things in the world to feel the endless power and determination.

His sword, like lightning in the wind, shuttled through the matrix of the battlefield. Every sharp swing contained boundless bravery and firm will. The force was like a tough man who was familiar with farming, holding a sharp sickle, cutting the weeds in the field without hesitation, accurately and powerfully. As the sword flashed, blood bloomed like a red lotus, instantly dyeing the earth. The splashed blood danced in the air, condensing into a magnificent blood-colored trajectory, extending like a rainbow, pointing directly to the end of the blue sky, as if to open up a road to the clouds.

Meng Jin stands on a giant foot that seems to support the heaven and earth. This foot is like a pillar of heaven in ancient myths and legends, standing at the intersection of the sky and the earth. His figure is as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes are as firm as torches, as if no difficulties or obstacles can shake his determination. He is like a war horse that has broken free from its fetters, with its mane rustling in the wind, full of strength and wild beauty. In his chest, there is an unyielding heart beating, and every heartbeat is accompanied by a desire for the unknown and a determination to challenge.

Ahead, a hazy illusion woven by clouds floats in the air, like a fairyland in a dream, mysterious and attractive. The clouds and mist are sometimes as dense as the sea, sometimes as thin as a veil, hiding countless possibilities and unknowns. However, Meng Jin was not fooled by this beautiful illusion, but regarded it as a trial field leading to glory. His figure loomed in the clouds and mist, like a sharp arrow, rushing into this dream world without hesitation.

Mengjin is like a soaring eagle, following the guidance of the towering giant feet like a pillar of heaven, and plunges into the thick clouds. This is an unknown world shrouded in clouds and mist, which is in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle of the outside world. It is a symphony of mystery and silence. In this territory kissed by the sky, there is a peculiar life form hidden, and their existence seems to be a metaphor for the secrets of the universe.

The shapes of these creatures are strange and abstract, as if they were the dream ideas of geometers, based on triangles, with endless variations. Their bodies present sharp angles and smooth lines, like a work of art carefully woven by light, shadow and space. Countless tentacles dance leisurely in the air, without sound or rhythm, but full of rhythm, like a silent space ballet, with each arc containing mysterious power and the rhythm of life.

These tentacles swayed gently in the void, sometimes intertwining, sometimes separating.

These strange creatures are suspended in the translucent mist like ghosts. Their shapes are like geometric nightmares, composed of countless sharp triangles. The cold and hard lines cut out terrifying outlines in the darkness. At the top of each triangle, there is a deep eye, and the pupil is like a black hole, flashing a strange light that makes people's backs cold. Those eyes seem to be able to see into people's hearts, releasing a supernatural chill that pierces the depths of the soul and makes people tremble.

They moved as fast as lightning, silently approaching Mengjin, so fast that it seemed to have crossed the boundaries of time and space. Greed and ruthlessness burned in the eyes of every creature, as if Mengjin had become their target and was about to be devoured mercilessly. The air around them became heavy with their approach, filled with depression and fear. The strange atmosphere was enough to erode the strongest reason and plunge people into endless confusion and despair.

Meng Jin faced the squirming tentacle monster in front of him, his eyes flashing with determination, without the slightest fear or hesitation. He straightened his chest and clenched the long sword in his hand. The sword in his hand seemed to have merged with a fiery soul, shining brightly. At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and only his breathing and heartbeat echoed on the battlefield.

He took a sudden step forward, the tip of his sword pointed directly at the tentacle's core, the source of its power. His muscles tensed under the weight of the sword, and all his strength was concentrated on one point, ready to deliver a fatal blow. There were no unnecessary moves, only pure bravery and determination.

With a dull slash, the sword light pierced through the darkness like lightning, instantly illuminating the battlefield. The triangular body of the tentacle monster instantly shattered under the sword light, like fragile glass encountering a strong wind, shattering in an instant. Blood gushed out from the wound like a violent fountain, covering Meng Jin's cheeks, interweaving with his resolute lines, forming a tragic picture.

His face was stained red with blood, but his eyes were still bright. The fearless warrior stood firm in the blood rain, like a victorious sculpture, declaring victory over fear.

But in the next second, Meng Jin was shocked by the scene in front of him. He saw that the blood drops that had just splashed on his cheeks did not slide away quietly as expected, but found a place to take root in his skin like strange seeds with life. They quietly penetrated, like sprouts nourished by spring rain, breaking out from the depths of his skin and blooming pairs of strange eyes.

These eyes slowly appeared on Meng Jin's face, like a mysterious totem cursed by darkness, branded on his face. Each eye transformed from a blood spot was wide open, like a bottomless abyss, staring straight at the world around it. Their eyes were filled with endless fear and seemed to be deeply confused, as if silently telling a terrifying and unknown story, making those who witnessed this scene shudder.

At this moment, Meng Jin's face was no longer his own, but a vivid picture of fear. Those eyes born from drops of blood were like awakened sleeping souls, showing the world an extraordinary sense of existence.