The Great Dream God

Meng Jin struggled in the abyss of endless darkness and pain, as if he had just woken up from a deep and chaotic nightmare. His body was trembling, and every muscle and bone seemed to be telling a story of severe pain, like a sailing ship that had been baptized by a storm and ruthlessly torn apart by the strong wind, leaving only a broken shell, shaky and crumbling.

His skin was covered with scars, new and old, like a painting depicting suffering.

The surrounding scene was even more shocking. Broken debris was scattered all over the ground, as if a layer of the earth's skin had been cruelly peeled off. The broken walls and ruins stood tall, but had lost their former majesty, leaving only desolation and ruin.

The air was filled with the smell of dust, mixed with a hint of despair. It was the silence after a disaster, and its existence could not be ignored.

Mengjin is engaged in a silent battle with fate.

His body trembled in the cold wind, like a fallen leaf in autumn, fragile yet tenacious.

His hands were deeply buried in the frozen soil, his knuckles turning pale from excessive force, but he still stubbornly supported his heavy body.

Every attempt he made was like a provocation to pain, and every inch of movement was accompanied by the tearing of muscles and the protest of bones.

However, his eyes, those eyes as deep as the night sky, burned with an unyielding flame. It was the light of tenacity and a symbol of perseverance.

His body was almost overwhelmed by the pain and he couldn't breathe. Every breath of air seemed to be filled with sharp pain, but he never had the thought of retreating.

Meng Jin's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he scanned the surrounding scenes eroded by time and war. The emotions surging in his heart were like a vast ocean, magnificent and impossible to calm down.

His footsteps stepped on the broken stone slabs, and every step seemed to tell the heaviness and vicissitudes of history.

Those magnificent buildings that once stood are now only ruins, silently telling the story of their past glory and today's desolation.

A desolate and mysterious atmosphere quietly permeates the ruins, as if telling a forgotten story to everyone who comes.

He found the bed on the ground, and Ximen Yue, Wang Wu, and Edward who were unconscious in the ruins.

Meng Jin walked forward slowly, each step seemed steady and powerful, his eyes were like stars, flashing with incomparable determination.

He stood in the ruins, surrounded by broken walls eroded by time, telling endless stories and the vicissitudes of history.

His voice echoed in this empty place, like the sound of a sword breaking through the wind. Although it carried a hint of doubt about the unknown, it was full of unshakable determination.

"Look over there," he raised his hand and pointed to the distant horizon, where the blue ocean and the sky blended together like a dreamlike painting.

"Look, look there, the endless blue, vast as smoke, isn't that a magnificent ocean?" Meng Jin's tone was full of shock and surprise, as if what he saw before his eyes was not just a piece of water, but a whole new world. His eyes sparkled with curiosity, like stars shining in the night sky, and every look revealed his eager yearning for the unknown. His heart was deeply attracted by the mysterious charm of the sea, as if an invisible force was calling him, leading him to unveil the veil of the sea and explore the hidden secrets.

Edward's brows were deeply twisted into a complicated knot, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, carefully examining every corner around him.

To him, this place was like a painting woven with mysterious codes. Every detail, every inch of land, and even every ray of light was silently telling a story that he could not decipher.

His voice was as low as a whisper in the night, full of doubt and confusion, as if he was trying to uncover the mysterious veil.

He shook his head gently, his movement revealing a hint of helplessness and struggle, hoping to dispel the invisible feeling of oppression.

However, that strange atmosphere was like a lingering fog that was difficult to escape. It silently penetrated into the depths of their consciousness and like an invisible lock, tightly bound their hearts.

Ximen Yue’s face was as pale as a crescent moon, revealing a kind of sickly weakness. His breathing was rapid and weak, as if he had just experienced a difficult struggle.

His eyes were as deep as the endless night, and the uneasiness that flickered in them was like a meteor streaking across the sky, brief but eye-catching.

His words were as light as a feather, almost swallowed by the sound of the wind blowing gently around them, but the weight contained in that slight voice was enough to make people's hearts sink.

"I, too, sensed a hint of ominous aura." His words were low and powerful, and every word seemed to be burned into the air by a branding iron, leaving deep marks. His eyes swept around, as if they could penetrate the fog and see things that others could not see - a world full of weirdness and danger.

This place is not just weird as it seems. It seems to be a mystery wrapped in darkness, hiding unpredictable crises.

Meng Jin's steps were steady and powerful, and each step was deeply imprinted on the soft sand, just like his firm belief in the future.

His eyes were bright, like stars illuminating the darkness ahead, burning with unyielding determination and endless curiosity, a desire for the unknown world and a passion for exploration.

His straight body was like an immovable mountain, standing firm despite the wind and waves.

Ximen Yue, who was standing aside, had deep worry in his eyes. He stared at Meng Jin closely, feeling uneasy.

Her voice was soft but powerful, like waves hitting the rocks on the shore, trying to call back Meng Jin's sanity. "Meng Jin, I know your courage and tenacity, but please don't act rashly. This place is unfamiliar to us, and every step may lead to unknown danger." His words were full of concern and love for Meng Jin, fearing that he would be hurt.

However, Meng Jin deeply understood Ximen Yue's concerns and could feel his inner tension and anxiety, but he also knew that they could not be bound by fear and wait endlessly on this endless beach, expecting a ship that might never come.

"We must take the initiative," Meng Jin responded in a steady and resolute tone. "Sitting here all the time will only put us in a passive position. Our ship is broken, and without it, we can't leave the island. Instead of waiting endlessly, we might as well try to repair it. At least this way we have a glimmer of initiative." There was a flame of hope burning in his eyes, which was a desire for freedom and the courage to challenge.

Meng Jin's decision was not reckless. He knew that the road ahead might be full of unknown dangers, but rather than sit and wait for death, he would rather choose to face it proactively.

His steps did not stop because of Ximen Yue's worry, but instead strengthened his determination to move forward.

Their fate is now in their own hands, and Mengjin is ready to face everything that is coming.