The Great Dream God

In the long and glorious history of the North Sea Empire, an unforeseen turning point came quietly, like a breeze in the silent night, silently but deeply shaking the foundation of the entire empire.

With his strong will and well-thought-out strategies, the eldest prince consolidated his throne step by step. Like an unshakable rock, he stood proudly at the pinnacle of power, overlooking the magnificent territory of the entire empire.

Every decision he made, every step he took, seemed like a carefully woven piece of music, playing the future prosperity and harmony of the empire. He worked hard and was fair and selfless, winning the respect and love of his subjects. His name became a symbol of peace and prosperity. His wisdom was like a bright star, illuminating the night sky of the North Sea Empire and guiding the direction of the country's progress.

Meng Jin shook the entire Beihai Empire like thunder. His appearance was like a violent storm, breaking the long-standing tranquility. He brought the emperor's other son, Wang Wu, and crossed the remote frontier regarded as the land of death with a tenacity and wisdom that ordinary people could hardly imagine. Their journey was full of unknown dangers and difficulties. Every step was on the edge of life and death, but they relied on endless perseverance to turn the impossible into possible.

Their return was like a flash of lightning that pierced the sky, illuminating the dark corners deep in the palace. This undercurrent quietly surged in every corner of the palace, causing those dignitaries who thought they were safe to feel an unprecedented shock. They might still be enjoying the hotbed of power, or they might still be scheming against each other, but the return of Meng Jin and Wang Wu was like a mirror, reflecting their inner anxiety and fear.

The emperor's sons, who should have been in high positions and enjoying glory, were exiled to the ends of the earth because of the struggle for the throne. Their return is not only a challenge to the existing power structure, but also a re-examination of the loyalty to the imperial power and the dignity of bloodline. Every palace maid, eunuch, and even courtier is guessing what kind of changes this storm will bring, and how the emperor himself will face this sudden challenge.

Beneath the splendor of the imperial palace, there are surging waves. The return of Meng Jin and Wang Wu is like a stone thrown into the center of a lake, and the ripples it stirs will gradually spread until they touch every corner.

With his profound strategy and tenacious determination, Meng Jin led Wang Wu, a prince marginalized in the court struggle, to successfully challenge the authority of the eldest prince. They launched a silent war on the land of the North Sea Empire, and every action was precise and deadly, like a sharp sword piercing the foundation of the eldest prince's rule. This subversive struggle caused the seemingly stable situation to collapse in an instant.

The eldest prince was now losing ground under the attack of Meng Jin and Wang Wu. His former majesty and power, like the sand in a sand castle, were lost bit by bit in an invisible storm. His army, those ministers who had sworn to be loyal to him, began to waver and fell under the banner of Meng Jin and Wang Wu. All this was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the eldest prince, and his heart was filled with endless sadness.

The emperor stood quietly on the high platform of the palace, looking at everything in front of him with a serious look, his heart filled with endless sorrow. He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he was trying to catch the passing time.

He had put all his efforts into helping the eldest prince climb the ladder of power step by step, and had placed extraordinary expectations on him, hoping that he could inherit the throne and lead the empire to prosperity.

However, the reality at this moment was like a heavy hammer, shattering his vision. The eldest prince was about to lose the authority that originally belonged to him. This was not what the emperor wanted, but it was a fact he had to accept.

In the game of power, victory or defeat is often just a matter of seconds. The emperor knew this very well, but he still couldn't suppress the pain and helplessness in his heart. In his eyes, there was both regret for the past and worry about the future, but more importantly, there was deep pity and endless regret for the eldest prince.

The North Sea Empire seems to be facing a turning point in history. Its fate is like a candle in the wind, swaying and uncertain. It is very likely that in the near future, it will completely fall into the control of the human empire.

This is an irreversible trend, a helpless process from prosperity to decline, just like the setting sun and the coming of night.

In this ever-changing era, the strong are respected and the weak can only submit. The current situation is a true portrayal of "others are the butchers and I am the meat".

The North Sea Empire, the former overlord, is now unable to compete with the Human Empire and has lost its bargaining power. It can only silently accept this cruel reality, like a lamb into a slaughterhouse, with nowhere to escape and nothing to do.

In the imperial palace, the emperor of the North Sea Empire sat on the dragon throne, his eyes flickering with complex emotions, including helplessness and deep fatherly love.

Facing his son, Wang Wu, the heir he had high hopes for, he showed a kind smile, which was a father's love for his child and also his expectations for the future. He slowly raised his hand and waved gently, as if to comfort or encourage him.

"Come here, my child." The emperor's voice was low and firm, and every word was full of power. This was his call to his son and his hope for the future.

He knew that the future of the North Sea Empire would rest on Wang Wu's shoulders. No matter how difficult the road ahead was, he hoped that Wang Wu would be able to keep going. Even if the power of the empire was slipping away and even if they could no longer change the overall situation, the royal dignity and pride could not disappear.

Wang Wu's body was as stiff as a stone at that moment, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he was overwhelmed by the sudden thought. Ximen Yue, who was usually dignified and deep, patted his shoulder gently at this moment, conveying a kind of silent encouragement and support. His eyes were full of understanding and expectation, as if telling him that at this moment, he was ready.

Wang Wu did not hesitate, and quickly took steps, climbing steadily along the ladder that symbolized power and glory. Each step was firm and powerful, as if telling of his inner tenacity and determination. Step by step, he approached the figure he was both in awe of and close to - his father, the emperor of the North Sea Empire.

When he stood before the emperor, his eyes sparkled with loyalty and admiration. He knelt down at the emperor's feet without hesitation, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "I am an unfilial child. I have not been filial to my father for many years. I am willing to make up for this regret with practical actions!"

The emperor's eyes sparkled with relief and pride, and he laughed loudly. His laughter was loud and deep, echoing in the magnificent hall, as if the entire North Sea Empire was responding to his joy.

He gestured for Wang Wu to stand up, his face filled with fatherly love: "Stand up, my child, you have grown up. Today, all the civil and military officials are gathered here, and I want to announce an important decision to everyone!"

At this moment, everyone held their breath, waiting for the emperor's announcement. Wang Wu's heart was filled with complex emotions, including tension about the unknown and anticipation for the future.