The Great Dream God

Meng Jin slowly woke up in a dazzling light, and his eyes gradually adapted to this world in the flickering light. He looked at the boundless pure white in front of him, as if he was in a world surrounded by pure light like snowflakes. Just as he was about to open his mouth to break the silence, in an instant, tiny but bright points of light suddenly burst out from behind his body like falling stars.

These light spots spread out like ink drops on rice paper, quickly condensing and interweaving, forming a shocking picture. In Meng Jin's astonished eyes, those light spots gathered into an extremely majestic figure - the King of Cthulhu. His body was huge, composed of countless lights, and each light spot shone brightly in his body, as if it was the gathering of star power.

The eyes of the King of Cthulhu quietly opened in the light, and those eyes as deep as the universe looked directly at Mengjin, as if they had crossed the boundary between light and darkness, with endless mystery and power. His existence, like the center of the universe, attracted all the light and also illuminated the entire world of Mengjin. At this moment, light and darkness, reality and illusion, blended in the gaze between Mengjin and the King of Cthulhu, creating a strange and magnificent visual feast.

Meng Jin widened his eyes and looked at the King of Cthulhu in disbelief, his voice full of confusion: "What are you talking about? No one here can control you except me, let alone the light." He looked around and made sure that there were only the two of them around, and no other existence could affect the ancient king.

The King of Cthulhu lowered his head in thought, his huge body cast a long shadow in the light, his voice was low and resounding: "I am not questioning you, Meng Jin, I am just confused. This light is not just an ordinary light, it contains a kind of power, an energy that I have come into contact with deep in ancient memories. It is warm but not blazing, illuminating the darkness but not dazzling, as if it is a reflection of some soul, similar to my former ally or... enemy." His words revealed deep doubts and a hint of fear. After all, for a god who has been sleeping for countless years, such a vision is undoubtedly subversive.

Meng Jin frowned, trying to understand this extraordinary situation: "Are you sure this is not your hallucination, or a side effect of your power after awakening?" He asked cautiously, fearing to touch the emotions of this powerful being.

King Cthulhu shook his head, his huge eyes flashing deep in the light: "No, this is not an illusion. I can feel the pulse of life in this light, it is real, and it is resonating with me. I must figure out what is going on." His tone was firm, and it was obvious that he had decided to pursue the answer to this mystery, no matter where it would lead him.

In a mysterious and solemn atmosphere, the King of Cthulhu, the ancient and indescribable existence, slowly stretched out his giant hand, aiming directly at the dazzling white light in front of him. The light was like a mystery of the universe, deep and inviting to explore. His words were low and firm, as if he was talking to an invisible force: "Let me reveal the secrets behind this light and explore the mysteries hidden in it!" Every word he said was full of desire for the unknown and fearless challenges.

Meng Jin, who was standing beside him, had a look of doubt and vigilance in his eyes. He knew the power of the King of Cthulhu very well, and he also knew that this ancient king was not an ordinary person. Therefore, he responded to the words of the King of Cthulhu: "I need to make sure that your loyalty to the 'old friend' you mentioned must be unreserved. Don't try to play tricks and try to break free from the shackles I set!" His voice revealed unquestionable authority, as if warning and expecting.

The finger of the King of Cthulhu gently touched the white light curtain. Instantly, circles of ripples appeared on the light curtain, spreading out like the tranquility of a quiet lake being broken. The scene was both beautiful and strange, making people hold their breath. The King of Cthulhu never left the light curtain, and he solemnly promised: "Master, my loyalty to you is as solid as a rock. I will never betray you. I will be your most loyal servant until the end of time." His oath echoed in the air, like an ancient spell, solemn and profound.

The King of Cthulhu, like a forgotten mythological statue, slowly and solemnly stretched out his giant finger, the texture of the finger depicting the traces of time, like the epic of the birth of stars. Although his movements were slow, he gently touched the mysterious flickering light curtain in front of him with irresistible majesty. This light curtain, like the mystery of the universe, quietly suspended in the void, waiting to be awakened.

The energy in the light curtain seemed to have life, sensing the touch of the King of Cthulhu, and it rushed down like a vast galaxy, instantly merging into his body, like a tsunami stirred up by a strong wind, sweeping every inch of his consciousness. The influx of this power caused him in the dream to undergo subtle changes, and his form and power were reshaped in this instant.

His eyes were as deep as a black hole. The endless darkness contained endless stories, but at this moment they flashed with a surprising light.

These energies were not dancing wildly, but like the delicate brushstrokes of an artist, they wove into an exquisite spider web, lightly and powerfully surrounding his body. Each circle was wrapped just right, as if it was a protection carefully designed by nature, creating a unique and mysterious armor. But this was not just an armor, but more like a work of art tailored for him, a gorgeous coat that made his figure more upright.

The design of this coat is inspired by the classic windbreaker style. Its smooth lines and tailored fit create a strong visual impact with his dark skin as deep as the night, like a flash of lightning in the dark, dazzling and eye-catching. It emits pure white light, like moonlight sprinkled on the snow, illuminating the boundless void where he is, making everything around him no longer empty because of its existence.

The most fascinating thing is that the embroidered six-pointed star pattern on the back of this windbreaker is particularly eye-catching.

This six-pointed star is the symbol of the Bluebirds, representing their wisdom and power. At this moment, it shines brightly on the windbreaker of the King of Cthulhu, as if telling a story that spans time and space. This unexpected discovery fills every corner of the dream with mystery and surprise, and makes people wonder what kind of profound secrets are hidden behind it, and what kind of connection and fate are there between the King of Cthulhu and the Bluebirds.