The Great Dream God

Princess Ziyang was lying quietly on the exquisite bed at this moment, with the quilt gently covering her legs, like a delicate ink painting.

Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling. The originally solid surface seemed to be torn apart by invisible fear, turning into countless crystal water droplets, pouring down silently like a strange rain curtain in a nightmare at night. Each drop of water was shining with a cold light, as if it contained a curse from the abyss. They condensed strangely in the air, weaving a creepy illusion.

The silhouette made of water droplets gradually became clear. It was Meng Jin. His smile remained the same, but it was like the surface of a frosted lake in winter, revealing a biting cold and endless depth. The warmth of the spring breeze has now been distorted, becoming eerie and terrifying, as if hiding a dark force that could devour everything at any time. His eyes were no longer the familiar gentleness, but instead contained a suffocating fear. Every blink of an eye was releasing a chilling magic. In this fantasy constructed by fear, Meng Jin's figure was getting closer and closer, pressing closer and closer, making it impossible to escape.

"Hello, miss!" Meng Jin's voice was like a gurgling stream, flowing in Princess Ziyang's heart. "Do you feel that you are in the real world now, or in an illusory dream? If I choose not to let you wake up, you will wander in this dream forever." His words were soft, but like a sharp sword, piercing the princess' heart.

Princess Ziyang's eyes were full of bloodshot, shining like rubies, but revealing endless fear and doubt. "Why? Why did you do this to me? I could have woken up naturally. Am I going to spend my life in an endless sleep? If so, my family in the real world will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!" Her voice was filled with anger and despair.

Meng Jin smiled lightly, with a hint of playfulness and helplessness in that smile, "Don't worry, you will wake up naturally in reality, but you in the dream will be trapped in it forever. How should I put it... It's like you had a long dream, a dream that is so long that your soul will be imprisoned here forever. Unless I allow it, you can't break free from the dream and wake up. But in reality, you will wake up safely in your own bed, do you understand? It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as you are unwilling to give in and unwilling to bow your head, I will not release you. At that time, you will taste this feeling yourself. You can spend your whole life in a dream, and in a dream, you are eternal and will never die. This is the feeling that many practitioners dream of! You can witness the birth and death of this universe, and even at that moment, you are still alive."

Princess Ziyang's heart was trembling, and her eyes were full of struggle and fear. She knew that Meng Jin's words were not groundless, but a real threat. Her fate was now firmly in his hands, and she could not escape, whether in reality or in dreams. Her heart was full of contradictions. On the one hand, she longed to wake up and return to her loved ones, but on the other hand, she was afraid of the endless life described by Meng Jin. She knew very well that this was a dilemma that could not be easily decided.

However, Meng Jin's smile remained the same, as if he had foreseen her struggle. His words were like melodious piano sounds, echoing in this twisted space, "You have enough time to think, to feel, and to experience it all. Dreams and reality, life and death, freedom and imprisonment, are all up to you. I will wait for your decision, no matter how long it takes, I am willing to wait." His eyes were deep, like the sea of ​​stars, impossible to see through.

In this way, Princess Ziyang was drawn into a contest beyond reality, and every choice she made would determine her fate.

Princess Ziyang's gaze was like the flame of revenge burning in the stars at night, ardent and resolute. The fiery light flickered in her deep eyes, illuminating the darkness in her heart. She stood up from the luxurious brocade couch trembling, her feet stepping on the cold marble floor, and every step seemed to be a clarion call to challenge the ruthless fate. Suddenly, she knelt on her knees, tears falling like crystal pearls, and her hoarse voice was filled with endless sorrow: "I admit defeat, I bow my head and admit defeat!"

Meng Jin, the cold and wise wise man, responded calmly: "You bowed your head and admitted defeat? Very good! Then repeat what I said, word for word."

"Yes, yes!" Princess Zi Yang's voice carried a hint of powerless obedience, yet also a hint of tenacity.

Meng Jin continued: "I will no longer pursue Meng Jin. I will seal all the secrets about dreams and never mention them to anyone, no matter when or where." His voice was like a lake in winter, calm but unfathomable.

Princess Ziyang's voice was trembling, but her determination was firm. She repeated Meng Jin's words word for word, as if she was making a solemn oath to herself.

A meaningful smile appeared on Meng Jin's lips. He floated down lightly from the high ceiling. With a flick of his finger, a ring shone with golden light. In an instant, time seemed to be woven into a blurry picture, confusing reality and dreams.

In the blurry light and shadow, Princess Ziyang seemed to be in another world. She quietly opened her eyes and found herself lying on the familiar bed inlaid with cloud-patterned brocade. Her fingers gently slid across the edge of the bed. Every texture was engraved with the marks of time, like yesterday's memory, clear but out of reach. She stood up in confusion, her steps light but slightly staggering, as if walking on the edge of dreams and reality.

She slowly walked towards the bronze mirror inlaid with jadeite. The woman reflected in the mirror was wearing a plain silk dress, but her eyes were filled with deep confusion and struggle. Was it an illusion in a dream, or her true and flawless self? She stared at herself in the mirror, and the thoughts in her heart surged like a flooding river, making her unable to tell whether it was an illusory dream or a cruel reality.

She bit her lower lip and made a vow in her heart that she would never let the name Mengjin ring in her ears again in this life. Even if everything at this moment was just a moment in a dream, she would imprint it into a part of her life. From this moment on, she would let go of the past and seal the memories. She would use her tenacious will to build this dream into a new world, never mention that name again, and never let her thoughts surge like a tide.

Her determination was as firm as a rock. No matter how her emotions surged like a storm, she would bury them deep in her heart. No matter how illusory the scene before her was, she would live in the most authentic manner, never look back, and no longer miss the name that once broke her heart - Mengjin.