The Great Dream God

Meng Jin smiled gently, and that smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, warm but not dazzling. There was a humble light flashing in his eyes, like a clear stream, without a trace of impurities.

He sincerely said to Mr. Sun: "I am deeply honored and grateful for your encouragement and praise. However, I must admit that I know I am still far from reaching the ideal standard in my mind."

His words were full of self-expectations, revealing his endless pursuit of knowledge and clear awareness of his own shortcomings.

“Perhaps, in certain specific areas, I have achieved some visible results, which may make people mistakenly think that I have extraordinary talents. But in fact, I just put in a little more effort and stayed up a few more nights than others. This does not mean that I have any extraordinary talents. More importantly, it is the result of continuous learning and practice.”

Sun Qingfang looked at Meng Jin with eyes full of appreciation and understanding: "Young man, you are modest, which is a rare quality. But you cannot deny that your rapid rise is what countless people dream of. Becoming a new noble not only represents an improvement in status, but also a heavy responsibility."

He paused and said earnestly, "We, the older generation of nobles, have indeed experienced hardships and have developed a tenacious spirit. But you have to understand that every era has its own unique challenges. The difficulties faced by your generation may be beyond our imagination. Your struggle and persistence are equally worthy of respect."

After hearing this, the embarrassment on Meng Jin's face gradually faded, replaced by a firmness: "Mr. Sun, I will keep your words in mind. I will work hard to learn your spirit, and at the same time I will face the challenges of the new era and strive to live up to the title of 'new aristocracy.'" His words revealed determination, indicating that he was ready to accept the tests of the future, no matter how difficult they were.

Sun Qingfang's eyes were like a searchlight, shining deep into Meng Jin's heart. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. He sighed slightly and shook his head. Although the movement was slight, it was full of endless helplessness and a hint of disappointment. His voice was a little heavy, and he slowly said: "It seems that you still have a long way to go. You have not yet realized a lot of life wisdom and experience."

Meng Jin immediately felt the weight of this. He lowered his head and responded respectfully and sincerely: "I really still need the guidance and teachings of you old predecessors who have experienced many hardships. Without your guiding light, I am like a ship lost in the darkness, unable to find the direction to move forward."

Sun Qingfang nodded slightly, this movement was so light that it was almost imperceptible, but the emotions contained in it were like the surface of a lake in late autumn, undulating and elusive. There was a strange light flashing in his eyes, a kind of light yet profound irony, like a light frost brushing against Mengjin's innocence, and it seemed to be expressing deep understanding and sympathy for the vicissitudes of the world and the difficulties and twists and turns of life.

The corners of his mouth rose quietly, forming a subtle and complex arc. This smile was like a mystery that could not be deciphered. Was he mocking Meng Jin's youth and ignorance, or was he mocking himself for the impermanence and changes of life? Perhaps it was both, or perhaps it was neither. This smile was like a silent poem, telling of his insight into the world and his feelings about life.

His words were profound and philosophical, and every word was like a pearl polished by time, shining brightly. "Study more, practice diligently," he said slowly, as if every word was a teaching to Meng Jin and a reminder to himself, "Time is the most fair and ruthless mentor. It will slowly reveal the true meaning of life and solve the doubts in your heart. One day, when you look back on the past, you will find that the puzzles that once troubled you have already found answers in the passage of time."

Meng Jin nodded slightly, a solemn atmosphere permeated his silent expression. He looked at everything in front of him, with complex emotions surging in his heart. Sun Qingfang raised his eyes at the right time, his sight passed through the bustling crowd, and pointed directly at the grand scene in the distance. His voice echoed in the air: "Five respected elders have taken their positions. Their wisdom and experience are the cornerstone of the empire. At this moment, the ruler of the current empire, Emperor Zhang Tianlong, has also arrived in person, which means that the enthronement ceremony is about to begin!"

At this moment, Meng Jin slowly raised his eyelids and followed Sun Qingfang's gaze into the distance. His eyes were deep, as if they could penetrate the barriers of space and capture every subtle movement. On both sides of the hall, white figures walked out leisurely like clouds in the morning light. They were wearing snow-white robes with fluttering sleeves, like wise men walking out of ancient books, with steady steps, and every step seemed to contain the precipitation of years and the echo of history.

Among this group of old men, the most eye-catching one was undoubtedly Emperor Zhang Tianlong. He stood tall and straight, like an unyielding mountain. His appearance instantly lit up the entire hall, like a bright star piercing through the night sky, shedding a sacred light. His majestic and solemn temperament made this moment even more sacred and inviolable.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze, and the sound of people's breathing became so light that it was almost negligible. Everyone held their breath, their hearts surging, their eyes fixed on the front, ready to witness this historic moment - the canonization ceremony that was about to begin.

Zhang Tianlong's steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be on the drumbeat of power. His eyes were firm and deep, full of endless majesty. He walked to the front, which was a place that symbolized his supreme status - his throne. The throne stood in the center of the hall, like a mountain, majestic and solemn. The carvings on it were delicate and complicated, and every inch of it revealed the dignity and glory of the royal family.

He approached, without any hesitation, and sat directly on the throne that symbolized the highest power of the empire. The throne was large and comfortable, as if it was tailor-made for him, supporting his body that carried the heavy responsibility of the country. His fingers gently slid over the armrests of the throne, and the gems inlaid there sparkled coldly under the light, as if telling the glorious deeds of emperors of past dynasties.

With his left hand, he slowly reached for the shelf next to the throne, where a golden sword was placed. The sword was shining, and the gems inlaid on the hilt matched the throne. This sword was not only a weapon, but also a symbol of power, representing his determination and courage. He held the hilt tightly, as if he could feel the passion and pride left by his ancestors in the long river of history.

With his right hand, he gently placed it on the small platform next to the throne, where a thick book lay quietly - the Code of the Human Empire. This book, like the cornerstone of the empire, records the laws and rules of the past dynasties, and is a beacon for maintaining order and guiding justice. His fingers gently stroked the cover of the book, and the solemnity and respect he showed were like a reverence for knowledge and wisdom, and also like a promise to the future of the empire.

At this moment, Zhang Tianlong sat on the throne, holding a sword in one hand and a book in the other. He was the emperor, the guardian of the empire, and the writer of history.