The Great Dream God

Meng Jin has firmly controlled the mysterious triangular tentacle of the great elder. His courage is like a sharp sword, cutting through the unknown fog, and his wisdom is like a bright lighthouse, illuminating the way to the inner depths of this strange creature. He took every step carefully, not afraid of difficulties, and finally touched the spiritual core woven by strange power.

There is a different dimension beyond conventional cognition, where every inch of space is filled with mysterious atmosphere and shocking surprises. It is like a painting with unknown colors, and every stroke outlines endless fantasy and depth. The floating fragments like stardust and the ever-changing light and shadow all interweave a breathtaking universe in this strange realm.

In the center of the universe, Mengjin reveals an astonishing secret: this seemingly insignificant yet unique small island is actually the source of peace for these triangular tentacle monsters, their hometown, a sacred place that carries the continuation of their lives from generation to generation.

The sudden intrusion of Meng Jin and his companions was like a violent storm sweeping across a quiet island, tearing the originally peaceful picture of life into pieces. Their arrival was not a gentle breeze, but a thunderous shock that broke the balance of the world and caused all the inherent order to collapse in an instant.

These creatures, who once lived in their own world at ease and peacefully, now have to face this sudden change and are forcibly pulled out of their cocoons of comfort. Their lives are no longer a peaceful ink painting, but a rapids full of unknowns and dangers. The peaceful daily life has been overturned, replaced by endless chaos and helplessness. They wander between reason and madness, and every step seems so difficult.

The defense line of reason was crumbling under the impact, and the once warm and harmonious scenes were now only left with the shadow of madness.

On the island, there is a secret deeply buried by the long river of time. It is an extremely deep cave, like the throat of the earth, swallowing the traces of time. At the entrance of the cave shrouded in darkness, there seem to be countless invisible eyes peeping in the darkness, which makes people shudder. Inside the cave, the darkness is as thick as ink, and only faint echoes echo between the empty stone walls, like the whispers of ghosts, adding a touch of weirdness to this silent world. This is not an ordinary cave, but the territory of the king of triangular tentacle monsters - Kedi, a safe haven covered by history.

Kedi, this name carries the trembling of fear and unshakable power in the ancient language. He is the supreme ruler of this strange race. Since the beginning of chaos, he has stood in the long river of time, witnessed the birth of stars, the waxing and waning of the moon, and witnessed the rise and fall of civilization. His existence itself is a living epic.

His image is like the intersection of heaven and earth, with both the solemnity of myth and the romance of legend. However, as time goes by, the source of power in the world gradually dries up, and the once powerful king has to find a shelter on this lonely island, sinking himself into a deep dream, like a hibernating beast, quietly waiting for the revival of power. His body is huge, like a mountain, lying quietly in the deepest part of this cave, isolated from the world, silently watching the ruthless passage of time.

Meng Jin's thoughts drifted in the night. He stared at the hidden cave in the distance, repeatedly weighing whether to step into it and face the peacefully sleeping Kedi. Deep in his heart, a strong curiosity and desire burned, because he had an extremely powerful ability - the power to control dreams. This power was like an invisible thread that could touch the depths of a person's soul and weave an irresistible illusion.

He imagined that with just a wave of his hand, he could lead Kedi's soul into his dream world. There, he could shape the situation as he wished, making Kedi deeply trapped and unable to extricate himself. The boundary of the dream world was his throne, and he would be the master of this dream world. Once successful, Kedi would become his puppet, allowing him to drive him and never betray him.

Meng Jin suddenly woke up from the abyss of his deep sleep, as if he was suddenly pulled out of the edge of his dream by an invisible force. His eyes were like the deepest ice lake in winter, cold and firm, fixed directly on the terrifying triangular tentacle monster. This creature seemed to have walked out of the darkest nightmare, its body was blurred, only those inky black tentacles twisted and danced in the void, like the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly entangled the soul of the great elder, and imprisoned him firmly in endless fear.

The elder could only struggle silently under the restraint of the tentacle monster, his eyes were full of helplessness and despair, but his body could not make any movement to resist. Every time the tentacle monster squirmed, it seemed to be mocking their powerlessness, pushing them into deeper despair.

Meng Jin's eyes burned with determination, without a trace of hesitation or fear. Deep in his heart, he had only one thought, which was to protect his people and eliminate this terrifying threat. So, with an extremely firm voice, he gave the triangular tentacle monster an order, ordering it to immediately end the life of the great elder, in order to eliminate this deadly threat to them.

"Crush his soul, triangular tentacle monster!" Meng Jin's words were loud and clear, and every word was as hard as iron and stone, striking the tentacle monster's heart directly.

However, things did not develop as expected.

The elder's actions were heroic, and his tenacity was like a rock, surpassing the limits of ordinary people. With an unparalleled determination, he resolutely sealed his soul and built an invisible but indestructible shield, like a castle standing in the storm, majestic and solid. This soul barrier abruptly blocked the control of the strange triangular tentacle monster attached to the back of his head. Every attempt of its was like hitting an iron wall, unable to shake it in the slightest.

This scene was jaw-dropping and deeply shocking, like a flash of lightning that broke through the dark night sky, bringing a brief but bright hope. Seeing the heroic resistance of the great elder, people ignited the courage to fight against the unknown fear in their hearts. They believed that as long as they had such a tenacious spirit, they could break through the current predicament.

However, time is a ruthless judge, and it will not stop for anyone's bravery. This stubborn resistance is not a long-term solution after all, and the Great Elder's soul closure cannot last forever. As time goes by, his power will gradually weaken, and the castle of the soul will also be shaken at some point.