The Great Dream God

Meng Jin stood in front of the dilapidated hall. The closed door seemed to be an obstacle to the unknown. He took a deep breath, his heart filled with determination. He turned around and looked at the door that seemed to lead to another world. He took a decisive step forward, and this step seemed to cross the boundaries of time and space.

At this moment, a dark figure quietly appeared behind him. This figure came silently like a messenger of the night and stood quietly behind him. Meng Jin felt its presence and an inexplicable chill surged in his heart. He slowly turned his head and saw a pair of red eyes staring at him closely, as if they could see through his soul.

This dark figure was Edward who had merged with the King of Cthulhu. He stretched out a finger, and a blood-red light shone on it, like the brightest star in the night sky. At the same time, the cracks on the dilapidated door also shone with golden light, as if awakened by some mysterious power. The entire hall began to tremble, as if cheering for the upcoming miracle.

Qingque stood aside, her eyes flashing with surprise. Seeing all this, she was filled with anticipation. At this moment, the blood-red light in Edward's hand suddenly shot forward, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, and landed on the door.

With a loud bang, the explosion echoed in the empty hall. A white light lit up among the flying sand and rocks. After the white light dissipated, the door that had been closed for tens of millions of years and that hundreds and thousands of generations of Bluebirds had tried their best to open was actually opened at this moment! In the dilapidated hall, a mysterious atmosphere came to the face.

Qingque looked at the scene in front of her, tears could not help falling from her eyes. She knelt on the ground in shock, clasped her hands together, and prayed devoutly. She said excitedly: "Messiah! Great, original Messiah! Your lamb! Finally returned to your arms!" Her words were full of gratitude and awe, as if she was telling a legend that spanned time and space.

After saying this, Qingque bent down and kissed the ground, an action full of piety and reverence. She thanked the Messiah for his blessing and thanked herself for finally being able to return to this mysterious and ancient temple. At this moment, she seemed to be integrated with the entire universe and felt the miracle and mystery of life.

Meng Jin and Edward also stood aside, watching all this silently. They knew that this moment was the moment when the Bluebird people's long-cherished wish for thousands of years finally came true.

As the door opened, a mysterious force surged out from inside the door and filled the entire hall.

Meng Jin stared at the bluebirds in a frenzy, and deep thoughts welled up in his heart. These bluebirds had such strong national sentiments, and the unity among the same tribe was as solid as a rock, but they were cruel and ruthless to foreign enemies. Once they fell into their hands, any factor that threatened them would be ruthlessly wiped out. Their behavior might seem unscrupulous in the eyes of others, but in their eyes, it was permitted by God and the Messiah, so they acted with confidence and without any sense of guilt.

Meng Jin took a deep breath, with mixed emotions in his heart. He was not sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for him to enter this mysterious temple and open the legendary Holy Testament. Would it bring unknown disasters if such a group of extreme Bluebirds mastered such a powerful force and restored the country in Tiannan?

With these doubts and worries, Meng Jin walked forward side by side with Qingque and stepped into the temple of the Qingniao tribe.

The temple in front of him was in ruins, but Meng Jin was surprised to find that its interior was much larger than it looked from the outside. They kept walking forward, and it seemed that they would never reach the end. The temple looked small from the outside, but at this moment it seemed as if they were in an endless maze.

Meng Jin frowned, his heart full of confusion. What secrets does this temple hide? Why does it look small from the outside, but so spacious inside? Can they successfully find the Holy Testament and solve this mystery?

As they went deeper, the atmosphere in the temple became more and more solemn, and Meng Jin and Qing Que couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Meng Jin slowly raised his head, his eyes were deep and thoughtful, like the stars in the night sky, sparkling with curiosity and enthusiasm for exploring the unknown. He stared at the solemn and empty hall in front of him, as if it was a mystery waiting for him to solve the secret.

"What kind of mysterious power is hidden in this hall?" He whispered to himself, and his voice echoed in the empty hall like an ancient bell, stirring people's hearts.

Qingque stood aside, her eyes firm and resolute. She hesitated for a moment, but then resolutely stretched out her slender fingers. Her hand fumbled in her pocket, and then pulled out a sharp dagger. She took a deep breath, and then lightly wiped it on her fingertips without hesitation.

Instantly, the bright red blood rolled down like crystal pomegranate seeds, falling on the hard ground with a crisp dripping sound. Every drop of blood seemed to fall on people's heartstrings, making their heartbeats accelerate and their tension suddenly intensified.

As the blood dripped, the hall seemed to have awakened its sleeping soul. It began to tremble, and the vibration was like a giant dragon churning deep underground, making people feel a shocking power. The air in the hall seemed to be vibrating as well, making people feel as if they were in an unknown adventure.

Meng Jin and Qing Que stared at the hall nervously, their heartbeats beating like war drums, and their breathing seemed to stagnate. They knew that at this moment, they were standing on the edge of an unknown, waiting to explore the secrets hidden in the hall.

"This is..." Meng Jin's voice trembled a little, and his words were interrupted by the shaking of the hall, but his eyes were full of determination. He knew that no matter what was waiting for them ahead, they would move forward bravely and uncover the secrets of the hall.

Qingque also tightly grasped the dagger in her hand, with determination and courage flashing in her eyes. She knew that her blood would be the key to unlocking the secret of the hall, and she was willing to pay everything for it.

The vibrations in the hall became stronger and stronger, as if something was awakening. Meng Jin and Qing Que stared ahead nervously, their heartbeats and breathing seemed to be synchronized with the vibrations in the hall.

Just when they were about to uncover the secret of the hall, a dazzling light suddenly lit up in the center of the hall. The light was as hot as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it. Meng Jin and Qing Que couldn't help but close their eyes, but they knew that at that moment, they had touched the core secret of the hall.

When the light gradually dissipated, they slowly opened their eyes. A huge jade pillar made of white jade fell downwards, landed on the ground, and inserted into the stone. A light lit up at the top of the white jade pillar, and in the light was a book, suspended in the air!