The Great Dream God

Princess Zi Yang suddenly woke up from a deep dream, her eyes burning with rage, like a volcano about to erupt.

Her anger was like a sudden storm, sweeping across her entire spiritual space, and the uncontrollable rage burned fiercely in her chest. Her clenched fists were like fireballs ignited by anger, and every finger was tense, as if resisting an invisible pressure. She raised her powerful hands and waved them at the porcelain flower pots that symbolized elegance and tranquility without hesitation. In an instant, the flower pots broke under her fists, and the fragments were like withered petals, with sharp edges, flying and scattering, cutting through the air and piercing the original tranquility. Each fragment was like evidence of her broken heart, falling silently in every corner of the room, reflecting the pain and confusion in her heart, like a silent storm, turning the originally tidy space into a mess.

Her fingers were like swords, pointing directly at the ceiling, which was usually silent and calm. At this moment, it seemed to be ignited by her anger, reflecting a silent storm.

The roar was like thunder, shaking every inch of the air. The deafening sound waves echoed in the room, shattering the tranquility of the past.

It was a declaration of determination and a passionate response to the challenge, and every word was filled with an indestructible will.

Her eyes burned with blazing flames, and she vowed loudly: "If this is your test, if this is really the battlefield you want me to fight you, then I will never avoid the battle, and I will never retreat! I will face the challenge head-on until the last moment, and I will prove that I have no fear, only tenacity!"

Her figure seemed even more powerful in anger, like a tigress whose reverse scales were touched, wild and ferocious.

Suddenly, the originally quiet and ordinary ceiling seemed to come alive, and strange movements began to emerge on its surface, like a piece of water quietly blown by an invisible wind, rippling.

Those twisted lines and shapes converge and overlap in the interweaving of light and shadow, and slowly, a clear outline emerges from the chaos.

It was a face that was fresh in people's memory, with deep eyes, strong cheekbones, and the slightly upturned corners of the mouth, revealing a barely perceptible sly smile.

That was Meng Jin. His smile was like a cat's eye under the light, mysterious and full of charm, making people unable to look away, as if he could see through all the secrets.

In this sudden change, Mengjin's presence is strong and unique, which makes people hold their breath and concentrate.

"In the real world, you can beat me with your fists and feet at will. In the first dream, you defeated me easily and almost killed me. But you have to understand that in this dream, especially in the world of the second dream, the rules I give you are - I am!"

"god!"

Meng Jin's voice echoed in the twisted space, and every word was like thunder, shaking the heart of Princess Ziyang. His smile revealed endless confidence and mystery, as if he had controlled everything, including the rules of this dream. His identity as a "god" meant that in this dream realm, he had supreme power and unlimited possibilities. Faced with such a challenge, Princess Ziyang's eyes flashed with surprise and determination. She knew that this would be a contest beyond reality, a confrontation with "God", and she had to go all out.

Princess Zi Yang's fist was filled with endless determination and anger. The white light was like a burning flame deep in her heart, illuminating the dark dream.

She was like a hurricane in the raging sea, and her heavy punch was like a bright meteor that pierced the quiet night sky, rushing towards the ceiling that symbolized her boudoir confinement. In an instant, the ball of light collided with the stone slab, bursting out with amazing energy, and the ceiling was broken into thousands of flying fragments under this blow, like broken stars dancing wildly in the room, reflecting a sad and beautiful galaxy.

However, this violent force did not lose its power due to her bravery. Instead, it was like a merciless god of revenge, mercilessly rebounding the shockwave back to her body. At that moment, she felt the cold mockery of the air. The shockwave hit her face like a storm, causing her to lose support instantly. Like a delicate kite with a broken string, she fell powerlessly in the void. Her consciousness was torn apart at that moment, as if she was thrown into an endless dark abyss, leaving only the sound of shattering echoing in her ears and the trembling pain in her heart.

When the white light faded, Princess Ziyang found herself back on the familiar bed, with cold sweat rolling down her forehead like dewdrops under the night sky, reflecting her helplessness and fear. The surrounding scene became empty, the ceiling and the debris disappeared without a trace, leaving only a dead silence, a piercing silence, as if even the air was mocking her powerlessness.

Princess Ziyang is now trapped between life and death in an endless cycle of reincarnation. She tried to use death as a boat to break through this dark vortex, but at the moment of hanging, she slowly woke up in the cold rope, as if it was just an illusion in a dream. She mustered up her courage and jumped down from the towering attic, but she drifted in the wind and was reborn in the air like a fallen leaf. The fear of falling turned into a futile struggle. She threw herself into the river, hoping that the flowing water would take away her pain, but in the silence under the water, she touched the first ray of sunlight in the morning, and the pulse of life was still beating tenaciously.

She wanders on the edge of madness and reason. Every death is a desperate dance, and every awakening is a cruel review of painful memories. Her eyes reflect the endless abyss, and her heart burns with unquenchable madness. However, no matter how hard she struggles, or how deep she sinks into despair, the way out is always out of reach.

However, in the vortex of life, suicide is not the other side of liberation. Princess Ziyang, this noble and tenacious woman, has insight into this cruel fact. She chooses to wait in the hourglass of time, letting the waves of time quietly erode her, hoping to find a glimmer of survival in the endless reincarnation. The sun rises and the moon sets, spring flowers bloom and autumn fruits ripen. Three years of time slip through her fingers silently like flowing water, and every moment leaves a deep mark in her life.

During these long years, Princess Ziyang seemed to have found the rhythm of life, a solo dance of a hunter. She chased Meng Jin, wielding the edge of her sword to vent her anger of revenge, and finally killed him. At that moment, the light of her sword was like the dawn, illuminating the abyss of despair. She naively thought that such days would be like an eternal poem, continuing page by page.

However, the script of fate was not finalized. In the dark night, several ghostly shadows quietly sneaked into her mansion, like poisonous snakes in the dark night, the assassin's sharp blade pierced her body, and blood splattered all over the gorgeous brocade. She struggled on the edge of death, and then, as if waking up from a dream, she found herself still lying on the bed in the princess's mansion, sweating all over, and her heart ached as if she was pierced by thousands of needles.

At that moment, she realized that this was not the end, but another beginning.

This time, Princess Ziyang completely collapsed. Her mental defenses were shaky after countless life and death experiences. Her desire for freedom and her despair for reality intertwined, forming an insurmountable gap. She was no longer just stubborn, but fell into deep confusion and pain. The endless cycle, like a heavy stone tablet, weighed on her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.