The Great Dream God

With an extraordinary skill, Meng Jin easily navigated the blurred edge of reality and fantasy, like a cat walking at night, silently sneaking into the deep and mysterious soul of the great elder.

This is a realm forgotten by time and space, full of majesty and unknown, like an ancient maze. Only Meng Jin, the brave explorer, dares to step into this forbidden land and unearth the secrets deeply buried by the dust of time.

Here, he became a silent witness, silently watching the scenes of history unfold before his eyes. Since childhood, the life of the elder has been like an uncut jade, carefully polished by the hands of time, endowed with deep loyalty and love for the motherland.

His every thought, every heartbeat, every tenacious growth, like the veins on jade, deeply depicts his pursuit of lofty ideals - to assist the eldest prince and push him to the pinnacle of power, thereby paving the way for the country's glorious future and leading the people to peace and prosperity.

His belief is as firm as a rock, and his determination is as turbulent as a river. All of this, under Meng Jin's observation, gradually reveals the full picture of a great soul.

The spiritual realm of the Great Elder is like a majestic castle standing in the long river of time. Its walls are towering into the clouds, and every brick and stone is engraved with the traces of time and endless stories, so deep that it seems to be able to swallow all light and sound.

The hardness of this castle is beyond imagination, as if it was carefully carved with the hardest diamond. It is not afraid of the erosion of any storm or the wear and tear of any time. It still stands firm, showing a shocking power.

His soul power was like the huge rock-like tower in the center of the castle, majestic and solemn, powerful enough to make everything in the world tremble. This power was not only strong, but also full of resilience. No matter how big the impact was, it could be as solid as a rock and remain unmoved. It withstood all wind and rain, and any attempt to shake its foundation would be eclipsed by its tenacity.

Meng Jin found himself so insignificant in front of such a soul. His ability was like a canoe trying to cross the vast ocean. Although he paddled hard, he could only wander along the coast and could not reach the center of the deep soul.

That ocean of souls was boundless, full of unknowns and mysteries, which made him feel both awed and powerless. He realized that in the face of the spiritual world of the Great Elder, his power was like a grain of sand in front of a mountain, insignificant.

At the same moment, on the stage of the real world, the focus of countless eyes, a thrilling and soul-stirring peak showdown was taking place. The air seemed to freeze, the tense atmosphere filled every corner, and every breath was filled with expectation and anxiety.

This confrontation is a collision of strength and wisdom, a contest of faith and courage. It is like a passionate symphony that is about to play its most moving chapter.

The duel between Edward and the eldest prince was like two sons of the stars colliding fiercely in the night sky. Their battle had reached an unprecedented climax. In this tense atmosphere, the eldest prince showed his amazing strength.

The eldest prince's eyes were firm and deep. He knew the importance of this battle. He took a deep breath, and the momentum of his whole body reached its peak at this moment. He knew that only by going all out could he win in this life-and-death battle.

"North Sea Star Charge!" The eldest prince shouted, his voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder, shaking everyone's heart.

As he called out, a powerful force burst out from his body, forming a brilliant light. This light was as bright as a star, illuminating the entire battlefield, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Under Edward's gaze, the eldest prince's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, as if he had merged into the light. The next moment, a huge white tiger formed by the power of the stars appeared in front of everyone.

This white tiger was huge, and every hair of it sparkled with the light of stars, as if the Milky Way had fallen into the mortal world, dazzling and dazzling. Its eyes sparkled with a sharp light, revealing an unyielding will.

The white tiger let out an earth-shaking roar, and its mighty figure seemed like the overlord of the depths of the North Sea, with endless majesty and power. It jumped out of the water and soared into the sky, showing its unparalleled power.

Its appearance was like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, piercing through the darkness and illuminating the sky. Its overwhelming momentum shocked the heaven and earth and filled people with awe.

Edward felt the might of the eldest prince and knew he could not retreat. He held the weapon tightly in his hand, with a determined light in his eyes, ready to face this life-and-death battle.

"Come on, Crown Prince, let's fight it out!" Edward shouted loudly, his voice full of fighting spirit, echoing on the battlefield.

The white tiger, like a wild force leaping out of mythology, brought with it endless majesty and destructive impact, like a bolt of lightning that cuts through the sky, carrying the power of tens of millions of tons of thunder, and pounced on Edward brazenly.

Every step it takes shakes the earth, and every breath it takes seems to contain the prelude to a storm. The unstoppable tide seems to sweep away everything in the world that stands in its way.

The blood-red protective barrier that Edward had carefully constructed before was once a symbol of his fearlessness and an indestructible fortress. However, under the fierce attack of the white tiger, it seemed so fragile, like a piece of fragile thin ice that melted instantly under the scorching sun without leaving any trace. The powerful impact was like a rolling wave, ruthlessly destroying all his defenses.

Edward himself was like a leaf in the wind, powerless under this impact. He was severely injured, and his body was like a kite that lost control. It was thrown far away by the powerful force and hit the ground heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust. His body left deep marks on the ground. At this moment, he was exhausted and could no longer stand up to fight.

The eldest prince was like an Acalanatha, his eyes were piercing and flashing with ice-like coldness and rock-like firmness.

Those deep eyes seemed to hide an endless darkness, making it impossible to see through the turmoil in his heart. His eyes revealed not only a cold and hard determination, but also a persistent pursuit of the pinnacle of power.

His keen insight was as sharp as an eagle's eyes, and he easily captured Meng Jin's current state - the once powerful enemy was now sinking in the abyss of dreams, without any vigilance, as fragile as a candle in the wind, weak and swaying, and could go out at any time.

This fleeting opportunity was a godsend for him and also the key point that determined victory or defeat.

The eldest prince had no mercy in his heart, and he never showed sympathy to his enemies. In his world, there was only the iron rule that the winner was king, and any hesitation or hesitation could become the seeds of failure. Therefore, he pointed his spearhead at Meng Jin without hesitation, ready to launch a fatal blow at the opponent's weakest moment.