The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's eyes were deep, and seemed to contain endless stories and wisdom. When the representative of the Bluebird tribe appeared in front of him, a flash of enlightenment flashed through his mind. This mysterious tribe, their name stirred ripples in his mind, and evoked a series of dusty memories. The Bluebird tribe, a nation that once thrived on that ancient and vast continent, has a long and glorious history, and its long-standing culture can even be traced back to the ancient mythological era.

The Bluebirds, an ancient race that was once renowned for its agility and wisdom in soaring the sky, had a glorious history that was like a bright star, illuminating the vast universe of human civilization. However, a sudden and devastating flood, like a giant beast between heaven and earth, suddenly leaped out of the abyss of darkness and descended on this peaceful land without warning. The power of this flood was so great that it seemed to be a symbol of the wrath of the gods, a harsh judgment on this once proud race, sweeping away their cities, culture, and glory, leaving only a mess of ruins, deeply buried under the heavy dust of history.

For the Qingque people, this is undoubtedly the darkest chapter in their history. The shock wave of the disaster was as violent as a huge wave, which not only destroyed their physical home, but also shook their spiritual pillars. The technology, art, myths and legends that they were once proud of were ruthlessly wiped out in this catastrophe, leaving only endless sorrow and confusion. However, this is not a denial of their beliefs, but a test of their determination. They seek hope in despair, dig out the strength to survive in the ruins, and stick to their respect for their ancestors and their persistent pursuit of the future.

Although their world collapsed and their homeland was destroyed, the Qingque tribe did not choose to succumb to fate. They straightened their backs and stood up from the shadow of the disaster with tenacious perseverance and unyielding spirit.

On the contrary, the Greenbirds have shown admirable vitality and perseverance in their beliefs. They regrouped after the disaster and successfully preserved their national characteristics and cultural heritage with their unbreakable will and deep love for tradition. This tenacity is not only reflected in their national spirit, but also in the material aspects, where the Greenbirds have demonstrated their ingenuity and adaptability over time.

They began to get involved in the field of business and trade, and used their unique business wisdom and keen market insight to carry out extensive business activities in many regions. This not only enabled them to gradually accumulate a large amount of wealth economically, but also became a local force that cannot be ignored in many places. Their wise men, with their outstanding insight and strategies, provided important guidance and support for the development of the tribe. These wise men are not only successful in business, but also disseminators of culture and knowledge, which has made the reputation and influence of the Qingque tribe grow day by day in the outside world.

However, despite having so much wealth and wisdom, the Greenbirds still lack a homeland of their own. This regret has become an indelible pain in their hearts. Therefore, in the past few years, they have been lobbying hard in various places, hoping to convince local rulers to set aside a piece of land so that they can build their own country. In this way, they hope to provide their people with a real home, a place they can call their own.

Meng Jin was not surprised by such a request. He had a deep understanding of the history and culture of the Qingque people, and understood their desire for a homeland. But he was not too interested in it, and he did not intend to get involved in this seemingly endless effort.

In a spacious and simple room, Meng Jin and the representatives of the Bluebird tribe were facing each other. The air was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere, as if an invisible contest was quietly unfolding. Meng Jin's eyes were firm, his voice was clear and calm, and every word seemed to be carefully considered: "I have no objection to your cause, but I will not intervene in it, neither provide help nor interfere." These words were like a clear dividing line, clearly defining the boundary of his relationship with the Bluebird tribe.

When Meng Jin's words echoed in the air, the representative of the Bluebird tribe couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart. His deep eyes flickered with a subtle light, like the stars twinkling in the dark night, elusive. His brows knitted slightly. This sudden stance obviously surprised him and triggered his deep thinking. He understood that Meng Jin's remarks were not aimless, but directly pointed to the core interests of the Bluebird tribe.

After a moment's silence, he took a deep breath, his tone carrying an irresistible magnetism, as if he was telling an alluring secret: "Bluebird clan, our wealth is not just gold, silver, and jewelry, nor is it just the vast land and abundant resources. Our value lies in the fact that we can provide extremely powerful impetus to those who aspire to ascend the throne of the emperor of the human empire." His words revealed another power of the Bluebird clan, which is an invisible but powerful political influence.

The Bluebird Clan is like a mysterious palace that has not been fully unveiled, rich and hidden. Their social status and influence are like a sharp sword that can clear away obstacles for ambitious people and open up a path to the pinnacle of power.

Meng Jin was not moved at all by the temptation. His eyes were like an ice lake in winter, clear and cold, without greedy ripples or wavering waves, only unwavering determination and resolute courage. He knew that the affairs of the Qingque tribe were not as simple as they seemed. It was a bottomless vortex. Once involved, he might be swallowed by its complexity and danger, lose himself, or even pay the price of his life.

He cherishes his independence, just like an eagle's wings protecting the free sky. He doesn't want to be bound by anything, doesn't want to be a pawn on someone else's chessboard, and doesn't want to struggle for survival in the game of power. He chooses to stand outside the vortex, not because he is timid, but because he understands that true power lies in self-selection, not in being chosen.

Meng Jin's words were like a ripple on a quiet lake. Although calm, they deeply shook the hearts of everyone present. The power contained in his words did not come from anger or passion, but from a calmness after careful consideration and a persistence in his own beliefs. He knew clearly that behind their proposal was the temptation of power and the seduction of status, but he did not waver, because he knew his role and mission very well, and he did not want to be hindered by the disturbances of the outside world.

His eyes flickered with determination, which was loyalty to principles and adherence to his bottom line. He would not change his position due to external pressure or temptation. He would not become a pawn of anyone, nor would he easily get involved in other people's struggles. This kind of firmness made his voice more powerful, as solid as a rock, and could not be shaken no matter the wind or rain.

The representative of the Qingque tribe stared at Meng Jin, his heart filled with mixed emotions.