The Great Dream God

The King of Cthulhu's windbreaker fluttered gently on his body, as if the stars were twinkling in the night sky, giving him an otherworldly and mysterious charm.

His figure was tall and majestic, standing there like an unshakable mountain, overlooking the world around him shrouded in white light.

His eyes were cold and deep like an icy lake. He stared at the pale illusion in front of him, and there was a barely perceptible surprise in his tone: "Master, I already know who he is. He is a friend of mine from the past! I didn't expect that he would give me such power!"

Meng Jin's eyes were full of confusion when he heard this. He found it difficult to understand this complicated situation, but he still tried to propose a solution: "So, since he is your old friend, you should be able to break through this white light curtain and lead us out of this predicament, right?" His words were full of expectation, hoping that the King of Cthulhu could find a way out and lead them out of this seemingly boundless white world.

The King of Cthulhu nodded slowly, and his voice spread in the empty universe like an ancient echo: "As you said, this is indeed a faint mark of my original power left in the world. Although this power seems insignificant, it actually contains endless possibilities and far-reaching influences. If we can find the right way to properly absorb and use these energy traces, then we may reap fruits beyond imagination. This is not just a simple acquisition of power, but also an exploration and breakthrough of unknown areas, a challenge and transcendence of one's own limits. Every bit of energy may become the key to opening the door to a new world, and every trace may lead us to unprecedented glory. Therefore, let us treat all this wisely and cautiously, and dig out the deep secrets of this power, in order to create amazing miracles in the future journey!"

Meng Jin's eyes sparkled with surprise. He stared at the diffuse white light in front of him, as if he could see the endless possibilities hidden in it. His voice was full of shock and surprise: "It's really unexpected that we encountered such an adventure in this unexpected place!"

The voice of King Cthulhu echoed in the sky of light. His voice was deep and powerful, like an ancient horn: "I feel an extremely powerful energy. It is like a violent torrent, violently pouring into my body!"

Meng Jin's voice was deep and powerful, like thunder exploding in the quiet night sky: "Use this power to tear, shatter, and break through this seemingly unsolvable white light curtain!" Every word was like the beating of a war drum, inspiring people.

The King of Cthulhu nodded slowly, as if his every movement contained the secrets of endless time and the universe.

His huge body was like a moving mountain, steady and majestic.

His huge hands, as powerful as a sculpture, were raised slowly and firmly, as if performing a mysterious ritual that only he could understand, a ritual that connected the stars and the abyss, and spanned time and space.

At the fingertips of the giant hand, a strange power began to gather, like stars being born in the darkness, giving birth to life from nothingness.

Pure white flames quietly bloomed between his fingers, like melting glaciers, or like the blazing sun rising into the sky, blazing and dazzling, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

The flame gradually condensed into a dazzling beam of light, like a sharp sword, instantly tearing through the sky and shooting straight into the vast ocean.

At this moment, the ocean was hit by the beam of light and shattered like fragile glass, turning into a vast ocean of white light, dazzling and breathtaking.

This spectacular sight makes people hold their breath, as if the whole world is being reshaped at this moment. The broken ocean and the ocean of white light are telling the grandeur and mystery of the universe.

As the light gradually faded, the broken ocean disappeared like a dream bubble. The King of Cthulhu and Meng Jin seemed to have awakened from this cosmic ritual. They stood together in the sacred hall of the Bluebird Clan, where the air was filled with solemnity and awe. The land under their feet was solid and stable, as if it was the boundary between reality and dream, reminding them that what they had just experienced was not an illusion, but a real existence.

In the silence, a piercing female voice cut through the air like a knife, striking the nerves of the King of Cthulhu and Meng Jin. They both turned their eyes to the source of the sound, and saw a dignified woman approaching them step by step. She was the mysterious blue bird. Although her steps were elegant, her eyes were burning with fury, as if driven by madness.

Bluebird clenched her fists, and every step she took was accompanied by a dull sound, as if ringing a warning bell in the hearts of the two. She roared hysterically, and her voice echoed in the empty space, shaking people's hearts: "You two shameless thieves! I trusted you and asked you to help me awaken the power of our sacred temple, but you betrayed this trust and greedily devoured that power for yourselves! No, you are more hateful and despicable than thieves. You are robbers, thieves who steal the power of the gods!"

Meng Jin's brows were twisted into a deep frown, and his eyes flashed with long-suppressed dissatisfaction. He stared straight at the woman named Qingniao, as if he wanted to use his eyes to penetrate the bias in her words.

His voice was as firm as a rock, without a trace of hesitation, and he forcefully refuted: "Everyone here can witness that I implore you to remain sober and rational in front of us, and not be driven by emotions, make random guesses, or even stir up unnecessary disputes. You saw everything just now. We did not show any greed for the mysterious light source, nor did we reveal any intentions. We were completely ignorant of the origin of the light source, let alone its importance to your clan. It was regarded as your clan's treasure, which we never expected."

"Now, the light source has been absorbed unintentionally. This is a completely unforeseen accident, not a premeditated action. Our hearts are full of helplessness and confusion. Every word and every breath speaks of our innocence. We did not intend to offend, nor do we want to see conflicts caused by misunderstandings. Please believe that our original intention was only to explore and understand, not to plunder." Meng Jin's voice was low and magnetic.

Bluebird's eyes were burning with rage, as if she had lost her mind. She clutched Meng Jin's collar tightly with both hands, and every word she spoke was like ice squeezed out from between her teeth: "I don't care about your excuses or your predicament. You must, immediately, take our people, the treasures of your clan that you regard as souls, and spit them out of your stomach intact!"

Her voice echoed in the air with unquestionable determination and deep heartache.

The clan treasure was a sacred symbol that their clan had guarded for generations. Now it was accidentally swallowed by Meng Jin, which was undoubtedly a blasphemy to the entire tribe.

Bluebird's anger does not come from personal grudges, but from the defense of family honor and the maintenance of traditional dignity.

Her eyes were fixed on Meng Jin, and her determined expression seemed to tell him that no matter what the cost, this matter could not be left unresolved.