The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's eyes were fixed on the scene before him. It was a carefully designed pit, deep and eerie.

The bottom of the pit was densely covered with sharp bamboo tips and cold, flashing blades, like an invisible web of death, waiting for prey that accidentally stepped into it.

He said in a deep voice: "This is undoubtedly a trap, a trap full of wisdom and murderous intent."

He speculated that it might be the indigenous people of this mysterious island who used their primitive wisdom and the tools at hand to dig such a deadly pit in order to survive and hunt.

Every bamboo tip and every blade bears the traces of their struggle with nature and reveals their laws of survival in the wilderness.

Edward's eyes were shining with excitement that he could not hide, and his words were full of surprise. "It is really beyond our expectation that there are indigenous people on this island. You know, they may have the knowledge and skills that we need most at this moment." His mind turned quickly, connecting this discovery with the current predicament, "They may understand the ocean, and they may know how to repair damaged ships. These indigenous people may be our hope to leave here."

A sense of urgency rose in Edward's heart, and he could not wait to make a suggestion: "We can't delay for a moment, and we must find these natives immediately. Their wisdom and craftsmanship may be the key to our regaining the ability to sail. Let us contact them as soon as possible, ask for their help, and repair our ship together, so that we can continue our journey and leave this unknown waters." His tone was firm, full of expectations and determination for the future.

Meng Jin sighed softly, his eyes were deep and cold, as if he could see through the complexity and impermanence of the world. He shook his head slowly, his expression of disapproval revealed a calmness that was insightful of the world. "Edward, your ideas are too simple, even a little idealistic." His words were like ice crystals in the cold wind, clear and sharp, "You always assume that everyone is like us, living under the light of technology and knowledge, and bathing in the grace of advanced civilization. But the reality is often not the case."

He raised his eyes and gazed into the distance. The world there was vast and diverse, full of unknowns and differences. "The world is much larger and more complex than you can imagine. Different places have completely different lifestyles and concepts. Some people may still be struggling to survive, and they know nothing about our 'advanced' or cannot even touch it." Meng Jin's words are full of a deep understanding of reality. His words are like vivid pictures, revealing the diversity and inequality of the world.

"We cannot measure everyone by our own standards, nor can we expect everyone to understand or accept our civilization. This is the reality, cruel but real." Although Meng Jin's tone was cold, it was full of deep sympathy and helplessness.

Edward frowned slightly, his deep eyes narrowed into a slit, revealing a trace of doubt and concentration. He walked steadily, as if walking in a silent melody, and came directly in front of his master Meng Jin. He looked directly at Meng Jin, not hiding his inner confusion, and said in a firm and respectful tone: "Forgive my stupidity, master, your words just now seem to contain a deeper meaning, which I failed to fully understand. If possible, please explain the meaning of that sentence in more detail so that I can better understand your intention."

Meng Jin's voice was deep and distant, as if it came from the abyss of history, full of endless mystery. He said slowly: "The land in front of us, its relics and traces, all reveal a primitive and simple atmosphere. This civilization, it is uncarved, unbaptized by the world, pure and natural, like an uncolored ancient painting, waiting for us to interpret." His eyes were shining with the light of exploration, and every word was full of enthusiasm for the unknown, "This is probably a primitive civilization, a society that is isolated from the world, develops independently, and has its own unique lifestyle and belief system. Their existence is an important key to our understanding of human history and a clue for us to trace the roots of mankind."

Edward's face was instantly filled with shock, and his pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had seen something unbelievable. The man next to him was also dumbfounded, and the surprise of the two intertwined in the air, forming a tense and subtle atmosphere. At this moment, a series of sharp sounds pierced the silence, like a meteor in the night sky, instantly breaking the frozen astonishment.

That sound was not accidental, but a symphony caused by countless spears. They rushed down from the sky with the force of thunder, like black lightning, pointing directly at their location. The tips of the spears flashed cold light in the sun, and each shadow carried the breath of death, densely covering the entire field of vision, like a fierce rain of spears, pouring down from the sky, mercilessly impacting the ground.

Meng Jin suddenly turned his head and saw a shocking scene. Those silent warriors seemed to jump out from the shadows in the forest, their spears gleaming coldly in the moonlight, and they stood like sculptures on the branches around them. Each figure blended into the night, and only their piercing eyes shone brightly in the darkness, revealing endless vigilance and determination.

In the tense and murderous atmosphere, they aimed at Meng Jin and Edward and threw their javelins without hesitation. The javelins drew cold arcs in the air, carrying the whistling wind and the enemy's anger, and went straight to the target.

Meng Jin, with his resolute eyes and his body as solid as a rock, showed no fear in the face of the arrows of death, ready to meet the challenge. And Edward, with his graceful and agile movements, seemed to have predicted the trajectory of each javelin, and responded with amazing speed and calmness.

Edward was like a furious lion. He suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a deafening roar. The sound was like thunder in the abyss, shaking people's hearts. A strong blood-red light suddenly burst out around his body, as if the whole world was stained by this fiery red.

This light did not come from any form of weapon, but from the endless power deep in his heart. It instantly condensed into a rushing torrent, pointing straight ahead.

Those spears that were shooting towards him, with their cold light and deadly murderous intent, seemed so fragile in front of Edward's blood-red light.

The two collided violently in midair, and the air seemed to be squeezed and burst, making a loud bang. The tip of the spear instantly shattered under the impact of the blood-red light, just like ice melting in the face of fire. The light was like a strong wind sweeping fallen leaves, ruthlessly tearing at the spears, shattering them one by one, until only a sea of ​​light remained, swallowing up all the darkness and hostility.