The Great Dream God

Edward's heart was still immersed in the calm lake, and he was not aware of the impending disaster. He had never expected that a silent threat was quietly approaching, and a strange triangular tentacle monster was floating behind him like a ghost. The moment he turned his head, the cold tentacle pierced his skull at an astonishing speed, like an invisible sword piercing into his world.

With a terrifying precision, the tentacle penetrated deep into his brain, where his thoughts, memories, and consciousness resided. Like a parasite from the abyss, it instantly attached itself firmly to the back of his head, like a nightmare creature from a science fiction movie, ruthlessly eroding his existence. Edward's pupils began to lose focus, the light gradually faded away, and his once lively eyes were now only empty and confused.

At that moment, his body became a puppet of the tentacle monster, and his will was ruthlessly suppressed, like a volcano covered with ice and snow, calm on the surface but frozen inside.

Ximen Yue gently stroked his beard, as if searching for some firm belief. His eyes were deep and resolute, staring at the endless darkness, as if he could penetrate the thickness of the night and see the danger hidden in it. Without any hesitation, he decisively inserted the sharp arrow in his hand into the hard surface, as if making a silent oath.

Then, a magical power emerged from his hand, and a sword shining with holy white light shone brightly in his hand. This light was like the light of dawn, bursting out from the sword body, forming a semicircular protective barrier around him, just like the bright moonlight solidified into a solid, firmly protecting him.

Instantly, countless strange triangular tentacle monsters emerged from the darkness. They were suspended in the air, like the devil's messengers, with their tentacles swaying in the night, twisting in vicious shapes. They waved their tentacles frantically, and every impact caused a harsh crackling sound in the air, trying to tear the white shield of light. However, no matter how hard they attacked, the protective shield constructed by Ximen Yue's sword remained standing, indestructible, blocking all malice and fear outside.

At this moment, waves of steady and firm footsteps spread in the quiet air like ripples, suddenly breaking the tranquility around Ximen Yue. This sound was like a symphony under the night, quietly sounding from the deep direction behind him, making people feel a sense of inexplicable tension. Ximen Yue felt this unusual movement, his spine trembled slightly, and every subtle note captured by his ears was like a needle piercing the silence of the dark night.

He turned around slowly, his eyes that were insightful of the world flickered with doubt and surprise in the dimness. The wrinkles on his face, which were full of traces of time, seemed to be outlined more deeply by the sudden sound. Deep in Ximen Yue's heart, a long-lost shock surged like a tide, because he clearly realized that this was not an ordinary sound of footsteps, but a sign of the arrival of something unknown.

Through the swirling white mist, a figure gradually emerged, and every step he took caused ripples in the thick fog. It was a tall figure, and although it was shrouded in darkness, it could not conceal the majesty and power it exuded.

Edward took steady and firm steps, each step seemed to be on the beat of time, gradually approaching the mysterious old man - Ximen Yue. Ximen Yue's eyes were full of confusion and vigilance, as if facing an unsolved mystery. Suddenly, his hands, full of traces of wisdom, waved violently, like the first ray of sunlight breaking through the darkness at dawn, swift and powerful.

A powerful energy gushed out from his hand, like a strong wind sweeping fallen leaves, and instantly condensed into an invisible shock wave, rushing straight towards the group of strange triangular tentacles hovering in the air. These tentacles were as black as ink, with a cold luster flashing at the tips, waiting for an opportunity to launch a fatal attack on Edward.

However, Ximen Yue's energy storm mercilessly crushed them. The impact was like a thunderbolt, blasting the tentacle monsters in all directions. The broken afterimages left twisted tracks in the air. Blood splattered everywhere, screams came one after another, and the tentacle monsters wailed in the torrent of energy, forming a bloody road.

Edward took this opportunity to pass through this short battlefield without any hindrance and stepped into the safety barrier created by Ximen Yue. This protective shield was like a transparent crystal palace, isolating the chaos and danger of the outside world and providing a relatively quiet space for the two.

Ximen Yue's eyes were full of confusion. His words were like the gentle evening breeze blowing across the lake, causing ripples. "Edward, I'm surprised that you found me, but what confuses me even more is your expression. Your face, which should have been filled with joy or excitement, now looks so dull, almost sluggish. What's going on? Is there something that's weighing on your mind that you can't let go even at a moment like this when you've found me?" He tilted his head slightly, his eyes soft yet sharp, looking directly at Edward, as if he wanted to see through the fog in his heart and find the true emotion hidden under the dazed expression.

In the thick white fog, it seemed as if time had been quietly frozen, with only a faint light struggling in the fog, revealing a mysterious and tense scene. Edward stood in an invisible energy shield, his eyes firm and resolute, as if he had put life and death aside. The sword in his hand was like a cold light in the night sky, reflecting the faint light in the fog, and it was particularly eye-catching.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and every nerve was tense, waiting for the drastic change that was about to happen. Edward took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and the surging emotions in his heart like the tide. He raised the sword that condensed endless power, and pointed the tip of the sword straight ahead, aiming at Ximen Yue opposite. Ximen Yue, the former friend, has now become an enemy he has to face. Pain and confusion flashed in his eyes, but he could not stop the fatal blow.

Edward's arm exerted force slowly, and the sword drew a graceful arc in the air, with irresistible strength and determination, piercing straight into Ximen Yue's heart. At that moment, time seemed to be stretched, and every second was filled with a heavy sense of tragedy. The tip of the sword penetrated the armor and pierced into the heart. The blood instantly dyed the white mist red, like a sad and beautiful flower blooming in the air.