The Great Dream God

At the edge of the village, far away from the bustling crowd, a striking sight suddenly appeared - a milky white semicircular energy array hung quietly in the air like a full moon.

This is not a celestial phenomenon, but a mysterious barrier woven by complex and exquisite magic runes. It emits soft yet tenacious energy fluctuations, silently surrounding the entire village, like an invisible shield, resisting the intrusion of the outside world and protecting this peaceful place away from the world.

Every household and every field sleeps peacefully under its shelter, enjoying this rare peace.

However, outside this harmonious picture, a tense atmosphere is quietly creeping in. Dark shadows are looming in the moonlight. They are threats from the depths of darkness, quietly approaching the border of the village.

In this silent contest, a showdown between strength and wisdom is brewing, and the balance of life and death is swaying. The guardians of the magic circle, the magicians hidden in the village, have long sensed this malice. They hold their staffs tightly, ready to face this battle that may shake the peace of the village. The magic elements in the air begin to stir, foreshadowing the upcoming conflict.

The eldest prince stood in the shadows in the distance, his eyes like frost in the dark night, tightly locked on the silent figures outside the magic circle - the eldest elder and Meng Jin, especially Meng Jin, his eyes burned with endless hatred. Meng Jin, the enemy who shook his right to inherit the throne, was lying helplessly on the ground at this moment, falling into a deep dream.

He knew that this was not an ordinary sleep, but a strange dream state. It could be a trap set by the enemy, or it could be a good opportunity given by God. The eldest prince was filled with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he was alert to possible traps, but on the other hand, he could not resist the murderous intent. He knew that Meng Jin was as weak as a leaf in the autumn wind, and would collapse at the slightest touch.

This is a golden opportunity, a moment to completely solve Mengjin and eliminate the worries in his heart. The eldest prince's fingers gently clasped the hilt of the sword, and every beat of his pulse urged him to move forward and take a decisive step towards the sleeping enemy. However, he knew that the more critical the moment, the more calm judgment and decisive action were needed.

The gloomy sky seemed to reflect the storm in his heart. Deep in the eldest prince's eyes, a flash of lightning cut through the darkness, illuminating the choice he was about to make.

Just as the eldest prince tightly grasped the sword in his hand, his eyes flashed with cold determination, and he was ready to launch a fatal attack on the target, something strange happened. A dazzling blood-red light suddenly rose from the other side of the horizon, like the dawn, but with a deep and blazing color, instantly capturing all his attention. The light was strong enough to penetrate the thickness of the night, illuminating every corner in the darkness, making people's heart beat faster, and it could not be ignored.

Looking closely, the source of the light was Edward, who was speeding towards them. He was like a blood-red meteor streaking across the night sky, so fast that it was dazzling, and his figure was particularly eye-catching in the moonlight. A powerful blood-red energy surrounded his body, like dark clouds before a storm, oppressive yet full of explosive power, as if it was going to swallow up everything around it, including the sky, the earth, and even the entire universe, all of which were dyed red by this majestic energy.

With every step Edward took, the ground trembled, and the air seemed to freeze because of his arrival. His eyes were firm and his face was fearless, as if he had already anticipated this sudden conflict.

"Grand Prince, are you really planning to attack Meng Jin?" Edward's question was like thunder, and every word was loud and clear. His eyes were like the frozen north, with endless determination and resoluteness. He stood up straight and faced the Grand Prince fearlessly. His momentum was like a sudden gust of wind, instantly breaking the original silence.

Edward's palms were like iron shackles, tightly clenched, the joints creaking, and the outline of each finger bone was particularly clear in the dark night. The muscles in his arms were tense, as if they contained the power of thunder, as if they could tear the air around them and stir up waves of invisible ripples. His power surged in his arms, like a mountain torrent, unstoppable.

He took steps, each one steady and powerful, like a drum on an ancient battlefield, beating heavily on the heart of the Great Prince. The echo of his steps, like a horn of challenge, pierced the Great Prince's majesty and shook his kingly spirit. Every step he took, with endless determination and firm belief, shook the foundation of the Great Palace.

His movements were so fast that they were dazzling, changing in an instant like lightning, as fierce as a raging wind and huge waves. Without any hesitation, he rushed straight to the eldest prince. The two figures intertwined in the air, and at the moment of collision, it seemed as if time had stopped because of their momentum. Sparks flew, like falling stars, illuminating this fierce duel. Their swords crossed, and every collision was accompanied by a whistling sound in the air. The flames of war ignited instantly, burning the entire night sky.

Between the towering peaks, the eldest prince and Edward had a fierce duel like a fight between beasts. They stood on the top of the mountain, like two angry lions, fighting fiercely in the wind, their figures intertwined, like two dazzling lightnings piercing the quiet sky, instantly tearing the silence of the mountains.

Every time the fists collided, it was like two violent hurricanes colliding fiercely in the depths of the valley, stirring up echoes as thunderous as thunder, resounding through the sky. The deafening roar was like a symphony between heaven and earth, and each note contained irresistible destructive power, causing the surrounding air to tremble under the impact of this force, as if frozen on the edge of fear.

Their steps were steady and powerful, and every step they took was full of overwhelming force. The hard rocks shattered under their feet, just like the fragile ice that could not withstand a single blow. The ancient trees that had stood for thousands of years actually broke and collapsed like straw under the impact of their power. The tenacity of life seemed so insignificant at this moment.

The entire majestic mountain shook violently during their fierce battle, and every inch of the mountain trembled in front of this mighty force, as if it felt the end of the world approaching. The earth seemed to tremble under their feet, fearing the power of this force. It seemed that if they added a little more force, the mountain would instantly collapse and turn into dust, dissipating under the endless sky, leaving only the empty valley to remember this earth-shaking duel.

After the battle, the once green mountains and clear waters became unrecognizable and in ruins. The mountain was covered with deep holes, like scars on the earth, telling the story of the earth-shaking battle. The trees fell down, and the branches and leaves were scattered, like the ruins after the war. The air was filled with the smell of smoke and soil, mixed with the smell of sweat and rust that had not yet dissipated, making people feel the cruelty and intensity of the scene just now.