The Great Dream God

Meng Jin and Qing Que finally stepped into this legendary ruins. They stood in the desert, and the tall ruins in front of them were like a giant that had been sleeping for many years, standing quietly in the desert, as if waiting for someone to come.

Meng Jin and Qing Que stood in the desert, feeling the softness and warmth of the sand under their feet. The wind blew gently around them, bringing up gusts of sand and dust, as if adding a bit of mystery and desolation to the desert. Meng Jin looked up and saw the ruins standing tall and majestic, which made people feel awe.

This desert is located in the south of Tiannan, and it is in sharp contrast with the surrounding green tropical forests. The trees in the tropical forests are lush and green, and various creatures thrive in them, but this desert is like a dead purgatory, with no grass growing. Every grain of sand in the desert shines with golden light, as if this desert is a piece of gold inlaid on an emerald, shining with dazzling light.

Meng Jin and Qingque walked along a path in the desert and gradually approached the ruins.

The ruins, the towering palace, has gone through the baptism of time and still stands on this mysterious land. On the top of the palace, there grows a magnificent tree with a dense crown that blocks out the sun, as if the entire sky is covered in its shadow. The huge root system is intertwined and penetrates into every corner of the palace, like a huge umbrella, providing endless shelter for the palace.

The ratio between the palace and the tree is extremely exaggerated, which makes people marvel at the magic and greatness of nature. The crown of the tree is at least ten times the size of the palace, as if it is the guardian of this land, guarding this ancient palace with its vitality and tenacity.

The palace under the tree is the sacred relic of the Bluebird Clan. The relic witnessed the glory and decline of the Bluebird Clan, and every stone and pillar tells a story of the past. Meng Jin stood in front of the relic, feeling the ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if he could travel through time and space and return to that glorious era.

He closed his eyes, quietly listening to the traces of time left on the ruins, feeling the breathing and heartbeats of the Bluebirds who once lived here. The laughter, tears, joy and pain of the past seemed to echo in his ears, making him feel as if he were among the Bluebirds of that era.

The bluebird stared at the tree in front of her silently, with no ripples in her eyes, as if she had been here countless times and knew everything here. She quietly felt the vitality of the tree, as if she was communicating with it in some kind of silent way. In her eyes, this tree was not just a tree, but also the soul and symbol of the bluebird tribe.

They began to walk up the stone steps of the ruins, and every step seemed to cross the boundaries of time and space and step on the long river of history.

The stone steps wind upwards, with exquisite patterns carved on both sides. Although the vicissitudes of time have left traces on them, one can still glimpse their former glory and magnificence.

These patterns seem to be telling an ancient story, which makes people moved.

Meng Jin walked on the witness of this history, his heart full of imagination about the past.

He imagined the palace's former prosperity and the scenes of the Bluebird people living, reproducing and worshipping in this desert.

Perhaps they had gathered together under this big tree, or perhaps they had held grand sacrificial ceremonies here, praying to the gods for good weather and a good harvest.

They went higher and higher, as if they were gradually approaching that ancient world.

When they reached the top of the palace, the view suddenly opened up.

On a huge platform, the big tree stands in the center like a guardian god.

Its lush canopy and greenery are in stark contrast to the surrounding desert.

Meng Jin and Qingque walked under the big tree and looked up at the huge canopy.

The leaves swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling an ancient story.

They feel the vitality of the trees and the magic and magnificence of nature.

Meng Jin gently reached out his hand and stroked the rough and hard trunk. His fingers slid lightly over the bark, feeling the unique texture, as if telling the tree's years of wind and rain. An inexplicable feeling of emotion welled up in his heart, as if an indescribable connection had been established between him and the tree.

He closed his eyes and listened quietly, as if he could hear the breathing of the tree. It was a deep and powerful rhythm, like the melody of life echoing in his ears. He could feel the vitality contained in the tree, that kind of tenacious and resilient strength, which shocked him in his heart.

At the same time, Qingque stood quietly by the side. Her eyes penetrated the treetops and looked at the farther place. Her eyes were full of longing and expectation for the future, as if she saw those beautiful moments that have not yet come. She stood side by side with Mengjin, feeling the magic and charm of this piece of nature together.

At this moment, the two seemed to be integrated with nature, breathing the fresh air together and feeling the rhythm of life.

In the vast desert, Qingque's face looked unusually calm. She stretched out her finger and gently pointed forward, her voice calm but full of power: "Let's keep going and go directly into the palace!" Meng Jin was attracted by her words, his eyes revealed determination. He nodded, and the two of them set foot on the road ahead together.

They first passed through a flat land paved with countless broken stone slabs, which were covered with traces of time. Then, they came to a dilapidated palace. The palace stood tall in the yellow sand, covered with vines, looking desolate and mysterious. The door of the palace was closed, as if hiding endless secrets.

Meng Jin turned around and looked at Qingque behind him, his eyes full of doubt. He asked, "How do I open the gate?" Qingque took a deep breath and stared at the palace gate in front of her. She actually had a way to open the gate in her mind, but she was not sure if it would really work. However, for the sake of the Qingniao tribe, she decided to take a risk.

Qingque slowly knelt on the ground, facing Meng Jin, her voice was filled with a hint of pleading: "I beg you, sir, to use the blood-red aura in your body. This hall will react to the blood-red aura in your body. Maybe if you use that strange power, the door of this hall can be opened. Now we invite you here just to let you use this power!"

Meng Jin was stunned when he heard Qingque's request. He looked at Qingque kneeling on the ground, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He knew the purpose of coming here, but he never expected that Qingque would kneel down and beg him for him. This trust and expectation made him feel a great responsibility.

Under Qingque's expectant gaze, Meng Jin took a deep breath and began to gather the blood-red aura in his body. His eyes gradually became firm, as if a mysterious power was surging in his body. He stretched out his palm and pushed hard against the palace door.

At this moment, a powerful energy burst out from Meng Jin's palm and rushed into the sky. Under the impact of this energy, the palace door began to slowly open, making a dull sound. An ancient and mysterious atmosphere surged from the door, making people feel awe.