The Great Dream God

At this moment, Meng Jin slowly opened his eyelids, the movement was slow and solemn, like unveiling the heavy curtain of history. His eyes, like rubies that had experienced endless wars, were shining, but also full of endless fatigue. They were deeply embedded in his cheeks, like two bright but vicissitudes of life stars, illuminating his tired face.

The bloodshot in his eyes, like traces of fire, each of which recorded the difficult road he had walked, and each of which witnessed his tenacity and perseverance. That was his story, unforgettable and indelible. Every time he blinked, he silently told a story of unknown battles, which were battles without gunpowder, but more cruel than any battlefield. That deep red, like a soldier's medal of honor, proudly hung in the depths of his eyes, was a symbol of his fearless spirit and a mark of his unique personality.

At the same moment, the great elder woke up from a deep dream, like a thousand-year-old iceberg quietly melting in the glimmer of dawn. His eyes, like the deepest ice in winter, revealed a biting cold and extremely sharp light, firmly locked on Meng Jin, without any change in temperature, without the slightest emotion, cold and deep.

The eyes contained a heart of stone that had been tempered by wind and rain, and a ruthlessness and calmness in the face of difficulties and challenges. His eyes were indifferent, as if he was mocking all the difficulties, and he didn't care about any challenges, as if all the problems were just insignificant dust in front of him.

"Your mental manipulation, Meng Jin, is like dust rolling in the wind, with nowhere to find a foothold, so powerless and futile." The elder's voice was like the sound of pine waves in the valley in late autumn, deep and powerful, and every word was as hard as a rock, revealing his unshakable will and extreme contempt for Meng Jin. His eyes were as deep as a thousand-year-old well, cold and deep, as if he could see through all the disguises and deceptions in the world, and pierce the deepest part of people's hearts.

His words were not only a direct denial of Meng Jin's skills, but also a deeper insight into the nature of power. He understood that the gap in power between them was like a natural canyon, bottomless and difficult to cross. This was not a gap that could be made up by simple skills or strategies, but came from an inner source of power and an indomitable spirit.

He knew that Meng Jin's mind manipulation skills might be impressive in front of others, but they would only fail in his case. This was not because he looked down on Meng Jin, but because he was absolutely confident in his own strength. His heart was an indestructible castle, and no matter how fierce the wind and rain outside were, it could not shake it in the slightest. This power came from his practice, his wisdom, and his persistence in his own beliefs.

The words of the Great Elder were like a heavy hammer, hitting Meng Jin's heart, causing his mental control to lose its target instantly. His gaze dimmed in front of the Great Elder's fearless eyes.

The air seemed to be frozen by an invisible force. Every faint breath, the rustle of fallen leaves, and even the breeze were infinitely magnified in this still moment, like a sharp needle piercing the eardrum. The atmosphere around was so oppressive that it was suffocating, as if even time had stopped at this moment, waiting for the drastic change that was about to happen.

The elder's hand was like an old rock that had been eroded by wind and rain, steady and hard. He unhurriedly pulled out a dagger from the leather belt around his waist. It was a poisoned hidden weapon, like his shadow, inseparable from him, and also his kiss of death. Once kissed by it, life would be extinguished like a candle. The blade of the dagger flashed a cold light in the sun, like icicles condensed in winter, or like a deep shadow from the underworld, revealing a silent threat that made people's backs cold and fearful.

He walked forward, each step was steady and powerful, as if the earth was shaking under his feet, and each footstep was like the drumbeat of war, foreshadowing the coming of an inevitable storm. Although his pace was slow, he pressed closer and closer to Mengjin, and each step was resolute and firm, as if his determination had been deeply imprinted on this land and no one could shake it.

His eyes were as cold as the ice and snow in the Arctic, and as firm as a thousand-year-old pine tree. The dagger in his hand was like an extension of himself and his will. He had only one goal - Mengjin. He wanted to give Mengjin a fatal blow that could not be dodged or resisted, so that all the tension, conflict, and hostility would reach their peak at this moment and turn into an irreversible storm.

At this tense moment that was almost frozen, Meng Jin suddenly showed a jaw-dropping scene. He slowly raised his hand, his fingers slender and firm, like an arrow breaking through the ice, pointing directly at the forehead of the great elder. There, as if gently drawn by invisible strokes, a crescent-shaped mark as bright as dripping blood appeared silently, like a secret totem hidden deep under the skin. This mark was deep red and strangely red, as if it contained endless mysterious power, and it seemed to be the mark of an ancient spell, making it impossible to ignore its existence. At this moment, every particle in the air seemed to be shocked by this mysterious scene, and time seemed to stop at this moment. Everyone held their breath and stared at this shocking scene, their hearts full of doubts and awe.

"Respected Great Elder, I must point out that you have misunderstood me," Meng Jin's voice was low and firm, like the breeze on the lake in the middle of the night, quietly penetrating the silence, but containing unfathomable power. Every word he said was like an undercurrent at the bottom of the lake, calm on the surface, but actually turbulent. He clarified: "I have never intended to interfere with your wisdom. Such accusations are just groundless suspicions. You may not have noticed that those mysterious triangular tentacle monsters lurking in the shadows have quietly invaded your mind in subtle ways, making you their puppet without knowing it. However, now, all this has been reversed. You should understand that you have stepped into the chess game that I carefully arranged, and the forces that once bound you are now firmly under my control."

The elder's face suddenly turned gloomy like the sky before a rainstorm, and his terrified expression was as if he was caught in a nightmare. His trembling hands slowly slid to his back, where a strange feeling made his hair stand on end. It was as if there was an invisible spider, with countless cold tentacles wrapped around his spine like a venomous snake, silently piercing deep into his skull, like an evil force controlling his mind in the darkness. This triangular tentacle monster that had always made him unable to break free, like the master of his soul, now seemed unusually stiff, losing its former agility and cunningness.

As soon as the words fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the tense atmosphere suddenly rose, like the calm before the storm. The surrounding air molecules trembled under this heavy declaration, as if foreshadowing the upcoming great changes.