The Great Dream God

Ximen Yue slowly moved his fingers, gently stroking the slightly weathered beard on his face, as if he was savoring every story engraved in it.

He raised his deep eyes and stared at Meng Jin in front of him, with a gleam of doubt and curiosity in his eyes.

With a hint of surprise in his words, he asked, "Meng Jin, did you just rush to that ship recklessly just for this reason?"

His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a stone, causing ripples on the calm lake surface and making the surrounding air condense instantly, waiting for Meng Jin's answer.

Meng Jin's face was full of surprise, and he nodded slowly, as if even after a long time, the shock had not subsided.

"I mustered up my courage and rushed down the side of the ship. The scene in front of me left me dumbfounded. You can never imagine that our ship, that familiar deck, is no longer floating on the rippling water, but suspended on the top of the vast clouds. It is a spectacle beyond common sense and challenging cognition, as if we have strayed into the edge of another world."

He continued to describe, "Below, it is not an endless ocean, but a vast land, or perhaps it should be called a huge island. It lies quietly under our feet, as if it is a corner of the world, waiting to be discovered. And what connects us to this land are four giant feet extending from the sea of ​​clouds. They are strong and powerful, firmly rooted in the solid soil, like the Buzhou Mountain in mythology, standing tall and supporting the bridge between the sky and the earth. At that moment, I seemed to hear the wind humming between the feet of the clouds and felt the pulse of the earth. That wonderful balance is both mysterious and spectacular, and makes people feel awe for this unknown power."

Edward took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a mixture of determination and worry. He nodded slightly and said, "At this critical moment, we are once again attacked by those unknown creatures! This is undoubtedly adding insult to injury. It is unpredictable whether we can survive this crisis safely."

His words revealed fear of the unknown, yet he remained calm and resolute, as if he was looking for a glimmer of hope in the dark night.

Every heartbeat is accompanied by the desire for survival, every breath is a race against time. Whether they can escape from this sudden attack, only the wheel of fate can reveal the answer.

Meng Jin's eyes narrowed slightly, like two sharp sword beams, sweeping across everyone gathered on the deck. His voice was firm and powerful: "We can't just wait passively and expect victory to fall from the sky. We must stand up, fight back, hold our weapons tightly, and rush into the unknown sea of ​​clouds like a bird of prey. No matter what that monster is, it dares to hold up our ship and block our route above the clouds. This is a big mistake and a provocation to our beliefs and determination!"

“Our ship is not just a combination of wood and ropes, it is our home, our hope and our direction. We cannot let anyone or anything stop us from moving forward. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, we must move forward bravely, because only in this way can we take back the sky that belongs to us, break through the clouds and find the dawn of victory. So, let us come together and declare with actions that our destiny is in our own hands and our journey is determined by ourselves!” Meng Jin’s words were passionate, inspiring everyone present. Their eyes were flashing with determination and courage, and they were ready to meet the upcoming challenges.

Everyone present, hearing Meng Jin's passionate words, seemed to be inspired by an invisible force. Their fists were clenched, their joints crackled, and the blood in their hearts boiled like boiling water.

Meng Jin's encouragement was like a bright lightning, cutting through the tense and dull air and illuminating everyone's determination.

Edward, as their leader, was the first to respond to the call. He drew his sword from his waist without hesitation. The sword flashed a cold light in the sun. His eyes were as firm as iron, as if he had already seen the battle ahead.

Every move he made was full of determination and fearlessness, as if telling everyone that no matter what difficulties they faced, they would move forward courageously.

Ximen Yue, this weathered old man, also took a deep breath, and the air reverberated in his chest, as if carrying the sediment of years.

He slowly took out a flute from his waist. This was not an ordinary instrument, but his unique weapon. The sound of the flute was melodious, but it contained endless murderous aura. His eyes were deep, as if he could see the future battlefield.

Lord Wang Wu, the young third prince, was eager to join the battle, but Ximen Yue stopped him with his wisdom and experience as an old man.

Ximen Yue's eyes were full of love and responsibility. He whispered to Wang Wuye: "Your mission is to lead the country to prosperity. You are the hope of the people. You must not take risks lightly. Let us old bones open up a bloody path for you, and you wait for the moment of victory in the rear!"

These words are both an exhortation and a promise, carrying deep expectations for the future.

Edward stepped firmly on the solid ground, and every step he took seemed to speak of his determination.

The air around them suddenly became tense, and a chill came from all directions. Along with the swirling white mist, several strangely shaped triangular tentacle monsters silently broke out of the mist.

Their bodies were hidden in the hazy mist, with only their knife-sharp tentacles exposed. Like poisonous snakes in the dark, they stretched rapidly towards Edward, trying to wrap around his body.

Edward's reaction was as fast as lightning. He turned around quickly, his eyes firm and cold.

In his palm, a blood-red light quietly bloomed, like a blazing flame in the dead of night.

With a wave of his hand, a blood-red sword energy gushed out, like a meteor streaking across the sky, instantly cutting off the approaching tentacles. The power was so great that the broken tentacles fell like dead grass swept by the autumn wind.

However, at this critical moment, Edward's attention was attracted by the battlefield in front of him. He was concentrating on staring at the tentacle monsters that kept emerging, but he didn't notice that a tentacle monster was quietly approaching from behind.

Its movements were extremely covert. Using the cover of white fog, it almost blended into the environment and launched a deadly attack on Edward silently.

In the dim light and shadow, these tentacles spread in the air like black ink, making people shudder.

At this moment, it was silently turning towards Edward, the fearless explorer, his back looked so lonely and determined in the faint light.

The triangular tentacle monster moved extremely agilely. Almost in an instant, one of its thickest tentacle popped out from its back like a snake, pointing directly at Edward's head.

The surface of the tentacle was slippery and cold, covered with strange patterns, as if it contained unfathomable magic.