The Great Dream God

The eyes of several women present were like deep galaxies, embedded in their delicate faces, flashing with an unconcealable curiosity. The light was like the rising dawn illuminating the quiet night sky, and like the lit stars, shining brightly in the dark sky. Their eyes contained a desire for the unknown world, and every flash of light told of their enthusiasm for exploration. This light was not simply bright, but a burning of wisdom, a brilliant display of the inner soul. Their eyes, like the pen of a poet, delicately depicted the doubts and yearnings in their hearts, making everything around them immersed in their dazzling star-like curiosity.

A noble lady with a distinguished background, with sparkling eyes, reflects endless enthusiasm and curiosity about the unknown. "How can you not know that it is the emperor, the current emperor, who is not the direct descendant of Confucius, but controls the world with great talent and wisdom, and illuminates the world with profound wisdom." Her words are as delicate as velvet, and every word is inlaid with pearl-like wisdom, revealing a unique insight into power and destiny. The smile of the noble lady is like spring water, and her enthusiasm for the unknown is like stars, illuminating the silent night sky of feudal ethics, indicating that an unusual force is quietly surging.

The noble lady with a distinguished family background opened her red lips and spoke with admiration: "Although his authority may not be comparable to that of the extremely respected Duke Yansheng, this emperor has stood out from the glory of the four elector families. His reputation is like the sound of thunder, resounding through the sky, shaking every inch of the empire. His existence is like the most dazzling star in the night sky, shining brightly, illuminating the dark corners of the empire. Everyone knows it and everyone praises it. Every decision he makes, every wave of his hand, affects the hearts of millions of people. He is the heart of the empire, beating with a strong pulse. He is our shining star, leading the way for us to move forward."

The sun filled the courtyard, and the golden light danced on the noble lady in gorgeous clothes. She opened her cherry-red lips slightly, and there was an imperceptible sarcasm in her words, like a cat's eyes in the dark night, quiet but sharp. "It's this person," she said slowly, and every word seemed to knock out ripples in the air. "During this period, his mansion was shrouded by this so-called doom ring, like a dark cloud pressing down on his head, and the haze did not dissipate. The ring, like a cursed talisman, entangled bad luck in front of his door, making joy and peace avoid him as much as possible." Her voice was melodious and deep, and every syllable was full of a sense of story, making people unconsciously fall into this gorgeous irony.

The noble lady in blue opened her red lips and spoke, revealing endless worries: "I heard that he intends to gather hundreds of martial arts elites from all over the world and cross the splendid land of the human empire, just to send this mysterious ring to an unknown place. Alas, this thing is like a branding iron, it is too hot to touch!" Her eyes flashed with wisdom. The ring seemed to carry a heavy secret, affecting the safety of the empire. The prosperous market and the bustling crowds were all stained with a shadow of crisis in her eyes, as if a storm was quietly brewing.

The noble lady dressed in intricate purple embroidery spoke slowly. Her voice was as mellow as velvet, yet filled with endless coldness: "We will send it to the far north, a distant frontier where even the sun fears. There is the territory of the demon lord, the cold and wild Tunguska volcano. That volcano is like the keyhole to the gate of hell, hiding endless heat and destruction. We hope to use the raging flames to completely burn this long-standing curse, let it disappear in the hot ashes, no longer cause trouble, and bring peace to the world." There was determination in her eyes, and every word she said was like a resounding oath, branded in the hearts of everyone present.

When Princess Ziyang heard the voice, her beautiful pupils instantly flashed with brilliant light. The bright eyes were like the most dazzling Big Dipper in the deep night sky, lighting up the fog of her thoughts and revealing a way to cleverly avoid Mengjin, the tricky chess piece. Her eyes danced like fireflies, and her agility contained endless wits. Every flash seemed to be planning a silent confrontation. The corners of her mouth outlined an imperceptible smile, like the first melting of spring water, implicit and deep, indicating that a clever layout was quietly taking shape. In this ever-changing power struggle, Princess Ziyang illuminated the path to victory with the light of her wisdom, and vowed to turn the fetters of Mengjin into a passing cloud.

In her mind, she quietly wove a well-thought-out chess game, and deep in her star-like eyes, sparks of wisdom flickered. If Meng Jin could lead him into this dangerous mission, wouldn't it be a test of his courage and a way to clear the obstacles with his strength? Princess Ziyang's mouth corners slightly raised, outlining a cunning yet elegant arc, like a cunning fox in the night sky, dancing in the moonlight.

Princess Ziyang's smile is like the ripples of moonlight on a quiet lake, spreading out layer by layer, mysterious and captivating. That smile contains not only wit and calculation, but also an expectation and excitement for unknown challenges. Her eyes are like stars, flashing an alluring light in the darkness, making it impossible to resist her charm. Her strategy is like a silent poem, revealing a sharp edge between the words, but without losing the gracefulness and tenderness of a woman.

Meng Jin was like a chess piece about to be awakened, waiting to be pushed into the vortex of fate. She imagined how he would resolve difficulties step by step in this dangerous mission with his agility and courage, and finally become a sharp sword in her hand.

Deep in the heart of Princess Ziyang, a careful plan was quietly nurtured like a flower blooming in spring. Each petal condensed her profound wisdom and endless calculations, just like the exquisite brocade woven by the Weaver Girl with gold and silver threads, delicate and flawless. Every detail, whether it was an insignificant action or a key turning point, was shining under her conception, showing unparalleled ingenuity and power.

Meng Jin, a character who was once regarded as a scum, is now given an important mission. He will lead a brave and fearless team on a road full of thorns and crises, facing the darkness and hideousness of the demon territory. His fate is like a candle hanging on the tip of a knife, swaying and full of unknown variables. If he succeeds, he will avenge his previous shame and turn all doubts and contempt into dust; if he fails, he may fall in a corner of the journey and become a chess piece to solve the problem.

Princess Ziyang's eyes are like the autumn sky, clear and deep, with a gleam of light that reflects both cold determination and foresight into the future. In her eyes, Meng Jin's fate seems to be a clear chess game, and every move will push him closer to the established track. In her mind, she has already outlined how Meng Jin will struggle out of difficulties, how he will transform in the face of challenges, or how he will find self-salvation in an inescapable fate.