The Great Dream God

Ximen Yue, the old man with silver hair and eyes as deep as an ancient well, after Wang Wu finished speaking, his steady footsteps echoed in the woods.

Every step he took seemed so firm, as if nothing in the world could shake his determination.

They walked side by side, their figures casting long shadows in the afterglow of the setting sun, giving people the illusion that time was peaceful and tranquil.

However, they did not notice the vague outlines hidden behind the huge tree trunks deep in the lush forest.

They were as silent as ghosts, quietly watching the scene, making it impossible to guess their intentions, leaving only a mysterious and tense atmosphere in the air.

In this seemingly peaceful forest, unknown variables are hidden, and Ximen Yue and Wang Wu are walking towards the depths of the unknown without any precautions.

High in the lush forest, a team of fierce tribal warriors stood firmly on the thick branches. Their figures and the surrounding nature formed a primitive and vivid picture.

What these warriors held tightly in their hands were not ordinary weapons, but spears carefully carved from solid bones. Each spear embodied the wisdom and strength of their ancestors and flashed with a cold and primitive light.

Their bodies are tightly wrapped in carefully woven beast skin armor. These armors are not only their defense, but also a symbol of their identity and glory. The mottled marks on them record every hunting adventure and battle experience.

Their eyes were piercing, as sharp as a cheetah locking onto its prey, and mysterious totems were painted on their faces, expressing their reverence for the gods and warnings to their enemies. The wind blew, and the leaves rustled, but it could not shake their firmness and determination.

In the silence, Meng Jin and Edward walked side by side, their footsteps echoing in the empty space, as if they were the only melody in the world. They passed through the woods and crossed the rugged trails, each step full of courage and determination to explore. Meng Jin's eyes were deep and focused, as if he was looking for something, while Edward had a faint smile, his eyes full of curiosity and expectation about the unknown.

Suddenly, Meng Jin's steps stopped in front of a special landmark. His eyes suddenly became solemn, as if he was deeply attracted by something in front of him. His fingers gently rested on the sword at his waist, and an inexplicable tension filled the air. Edward noticed this change, he stopped and turned to look at Meng Jin, his eyes flashing with questioning light, but he did not say anything, just quietly waiting, ready to provide support at any time.

Meng Jin took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, then slowly raised his hand and pointed forward. There, an ancient oak tree stood on the horizon, its trunk full of traces of time, as if telling endless stories. The sunlight shone through the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a bit of mystery to this silent scene.

Edward's steps suddenly stopped, and his eyes flashed with deep confusion, as if he was surrounded by an invisible mist. Under his furrowed brows, his deep eyes stared forward, as if trying to read the owner's thoughts from the air. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a subtle curiosity, as if he was guessing at an unsolved mystery.

"Master," he asked softly, his voice full of doubt, "Why don't you move forward? Has your wisdom illuminated the darkness just now and found a solution to the current predicament? Or have you silently seen the key clues that we have not yet noticed? Every decision you make is like a lighthouse that illuminates our path. Let us look forward to your leading us to break through these difficulties."

Meng Jin's eyes were as cold as ice as he swept across Edward in front of him. His eyes were full of disdain and warning, as if saying, "You are so short-sighted! Can't you see that this seemingly calm ground is actually an unfathomable trap?" His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Edward's heart, making it impossible to ignore.

“Don’t be fooled by the tranquility on the surface,” Meng Jin continued, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, “Endless crises are hidden beneath this land. It could be loose stone slabs, a sudden collapse of the ground, or even a hidden mechanism - any wrong step may put you in an irretrievable situation.” His words revealed his keen insight into the environment and rich experience, which made people have to stand in awe of his judgment.

Edward shuddered upon hearing this, and he widened his eyes, trying to see through the camouflage on the ground. He realized that he had indeed overlooked this potentially fatal detail, and Meng Jin's reminder undoubtedly sounded the alarm for him.

As soon as Meng Jin finished speaking, he followed suit, as if he had already made up his mind.

He bent down and picked up a seemingly ordinary stone from his feet without thinking. He gently grasped it with his palm, which contained decisive power.

His eyes were firm, aimed at the ground ahead. That was the land they had always walked on, but now it carried a hint of mystery and unknown.

He gathered strength in his arm, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the stone shot straight to the ground like an arrow from a bow. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath, watching this scene.

The moment the stone touched the ground, a shocking scene occurred - the stone did not bounce or break, but penetrated the ground directly, as if the hard soil was just a fragile piece of paper.

A long and narrow crack was instantly torn in the ground, revealing the truth hidden underneath: the originally solid ground was now a thin layer, and underneath was a deep unknown.

Edward's cold snort echoed in the air, and he drew his sword from his waist without hesitation. The sword blade flashed a strange blood red in the moonlight. He gathered his strength and swung a sharp sword energy forward, like a blood-colored lightning that cut through the night sky and shot straight to the ground.

The moment the sword energy collided with the earth, it was like a sharp blade cutting through silk, and a deep cut was instantly torn open on the seemingly calm surface. The camouflaged surface was ruthlessly peeled off, revealing the sinister trap hidden underneath. The trap was cleverly designed and deadly, and the sharp white blade shone coldly, as if mocking all those who accidentally stepped into it.

Edward stared at everything in front of him with wide eyes, shocked, and a chill ran through his heart. The blades were particularly dazzling in the dim light, and each one seemed ready to tear apart any nearby object. He gasped, a chill ran down his spine, and his alertness instantly reached its peak.

Turning his head, Edward's eyes fell on his companion Meng Jin, his eyes were full of relief and warning. "I told you," he said firmly, with a hint of fear, "There is indeed a trap here!" Although his voice was low, every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Meng Jin's heart, reminding him of the crisis hidden under the calm.