The Great Dream God

In the quiet valley, the sunlight shines through the dense leaves like a golden ribbon, sprinkling on the ground in patches, forming a patchwork of light and shadow. In the distance, at the edge of the village, an ancient and mysterious protective magic circle stands quietly, silently guarding this land and its residents.

At this time, a great prince wearing gorgeous armor stood beside the protective magic circle. His fists were burning with flames, as if they contained endless power, and his aura was so powerful that people dared not look directly at him. His eyes flashed with a desire for power, as well as disdain and contempt for the weak.

"Hmph, this so-called protective magic circle is nothing but a bluff." The eldest prince sneered contemptuously, as if he had seen through this seemingly powerful defense.

He punched the protective magic circle with all his might, and a powerful force instantly erupted, as fierce as a violent storm. Cracks immediately appeared on the protective magic circle, spreading like a spider web. Every time a crack appeared, it was accompanied by a low roar, as if it was the wailing of the earth.

The eldest prince had a smug smile on his face, as if he had seen the dawn of victory. His eyes were shining with confidence, as if everything was under his control.

However, inside the protective magic circle, Ximen Yue and Wang Wu were hiding in a corner. Their faces were filled with fear and despair, as if they had seen the shadow of death. They knew that once the protective magic circle was broken, they would not be able to escape the clutches of the eldest prince, and their death would be imminent.

"Grandpa, what should we do? The protective formation is about to be broken!" Wang Wu's voice was trembling and helpless, as if he had lost all hope.

Ximen Yue bit his lower lip tightly, with a trace of determination and firmness in his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the fear and panic in his heart. However, he knew that facing such a powerful enemy, they seemed to have no way out.

In a deep cave, Meng Jin is standing quietly beside a huge stone pillar. His eyes are shining with determination, as if he is preparing for a great adventure. Meng Jin is a being with special abilities. He can sneak into other people's dreams and explore the secrets hidden deep in their hearts.

He stretched out his hands and gently stroked the complex patterns on the stone pillars. These patterns seemed to contain some mysterious power, and Meng Jin could feel them dancing on his fingertips, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to use his strength. He felt his consciousness slowly leaving his body and diving into the soul of the sleeping Kedi under the stone pillar.

In this process, Meng Jin seemed to have traveled through time and space and came to a brand new world. He saw the scene of the Great Explosion, a devastating disaster that plunged the entire world into chaos and despair.

He saw the gods of the Age of Gods, who were once the rulers of this world, possessing endless power and wisdom. However, in the explosion, they were burned to ashes by the annihilating sky fire, leaving only a few gods lingering in the world trench at the lowest altitude in the world.

Meng Jin went deep into the souls of these gods and heard their calls and cries. Their voices were full of pain and helplessness, as if they were telling their own experiences and misfortunes.

Meng Jin felt their sadness and pain. He knew that these gods were once the masters of this world, but now they could only sleep in the abyss of the sea.

Meng Jin stood in the vast space of the dream world. The scenery around him was like a dream, dotted with stars and full of light. He took a deep breath and felt the endless mystery brought by this wonderful world. However, the doubts in his heart did not dissipate, but became stronger. He came here to find the truth and solve the mystery that has troubled him for a long time.

At this moment, Meng Jin's sight suddenly froze in mid-air. A man in black was suspended there, his figure looming, as if he had merged with this dream world. Meng Jin frowned slightly, he felt the powerful aura emanating from the man in black, it was an unfathomable power.

The man in black smiled slowly, his voice was deep and magnetic: "If you give me freedom, I am willing to let you be my master!" Meng Jin heard this and his heart moved. He was not afraid of the power of the man in black, but instead became very interested in him. He wanted to know who the man in black was, why he appeared here, and why he proposed such a condition to him.

Meng Jin nodded, and the man in black saw this, and his body instantly turned into countless black air, which quickly rushed towards Meng Jin as if it had life. Meng Jin only felt a powerful force pouring into his body, and he felt his consciousness begin to blur, as if he was about to be swallowed by this force. However, at this critical moment, a certain force in his body suddenly awakened, and produced a wonderful resonance with this influx of power.

The next second, the black gas transformed by the man in black instantly merged into the center of Meng Jin's eyebrows. Meng Jin felt a burning sensation on his forehead, and then a blood-red crescent shape quietly emerged. This crescent was as bright as blood, exuding a strange and mysterious aura. Meng Jin was shocked, and he understood that this crescent was the symbol of the contract between the man in black and himself.

Meng Jin slowly woke up from his dream, and the scene in front of him was like traveling through the tunnel of time and returning to the real world he was familiar with. He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully at everything around him. The familiar yet unfamiliar scene made him fall into deep thought, as if nothing had changed, but it seemed a little different. His eyes involuntarily fell on Edward lying beside the bed.

"Edward, how are you?" Meng Jin asked softly, his eyes full of concern.

Edward's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were tightly closed, and he seemed to be still asleep. Meng Jin felt a strong desire to protect him, because he knew that Edward was injured to protect himself and the village.

Meng Jin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to gather the strength in his body. He felt as if his body had turned into a huge source of energy, and streams of black air gushed out from his palms, like black smoke, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

"Edward, I will heal your wounds." Meng Jin said softly, and at the same time covered Edward's body with black air. The black air shuttled through Edward's body, like a black stream, taking away the pain and trauma in his body. Every scar gradually healed under the nourishment of the black air, and his face began to become ruddy.

"Meng Jin, I feel much better." Edward opened his eyes and looked at Meng Jin with a grateful smile.

Meng Jin also showed a satisfied smile, knowing that his strength was not in vain. Then, he helped Edward up, and the two walked out of the room together and came to the foot of the mountain.

They were facing the eldest prince who had attacked the village's protective formation. The eldest prince was wearing gorgeous armor and was as fierce as a wild beast. He stared at Meng Jin and Edward, his eyes flashing with hatred.

"You two boys, how dare you ruin my plan!" the eldest prince roared.

"We are trying to protect the village and innocent lives," Meng Jin responded fearlessly.

"Humph, protection? You weaklings are only worthy of being stepped on by me!" the eldest prince sneered.

"Whether you are a weak person or not cannot be determined by words," Edward retorted coldly.

The eldest prince was enraged. He waved his weapon and rushed towards Meng Jin and Edward.