The Great Dream God

Meng Jin looked at the blue bird in front of him, his heart filled with helplessness and confusion. Her every move, every word, seemed so incomprehensible to him, as if it was a discordant note that suddenly jumped in life. The blue bird's behavior pattern was always unexpected and confusing, which made him feel extremely ridiculous. Her madness was not the kind of unrestrained and uninhibited, but a kind of persistence that was deeply trapped in her own world, like a bird dancing alone in a storm, regardless of everything.

The King of Cthulhu quietly floated in the air, his countless eyes flashing with deep light, staring at the target below, his brows slightly wrinkled, revealing a subtle trouble. His voice was low and majestic, echoing in the surrounding nothingness: "Master, as long as you open your mouth, I will act immediately, and let this woman who dares to challenge you be instantly reduced to ashes, turned into insignificant dust, and disappear in this vast universe." His promise was full of strength and determination, as if everything that stood in his way would become fragile in the face of his power.

Hearing this, Meng Jin gently raised his hand, signaling his men to stop the action, and looked at the King of Cthulhu with a steady gaze, saying calmly: "After all, this man is our financial sponsor, so it is not appropriate to conflict with him for the time being." His tone revealed rationality, as if he had seen through everything. He smiled slightly and continued: "Look at him now, he is just throwing a little temper, just like a woman, sometimes all you need is a little patience and understanding." Having said that, Meng Jin's eyes flashed with insight into the world. He knew that in the face of such a situation, calmness and strategy were the key to victory.

The King of Cthulhu could only nod slightly upon hearing this, revealing a deep sense of powerlessness. His huge body loomed in the shadows, and every wrinkle was engraved with the stories of the years. At this moment, his eyes revealed a helpless acceptance of the status quo, as if a huge stone statue was trembling in the wind, unable to resist the manipulation of fate.

And Qingniao seemed to be swallowed by a vortex of despair, her eyes burning with blazing hatred. She clutched Meng Jin's collar tightly, her fingers deeply sunk into the fabric, as if to grasp the last glimmer of hope. Her voice was hoarse, full of pain and madness, and every word was like a sharp shard of glass, piercing the tranquility around her.

Meng Jin saw this, and felt mixed emotions. He stretched out his broad palm and gently pushed the blue bird away. His action was full of compassion and determination. He knew that what the blue bird needed at this moment was not his protection, but release. In this way, he tried to help the blue bird regain a bit of rationality from the edge of madness.

Meng Jin slowly straightened his back, his sleeves swaying gently in the breeze, his deep eyes reflecting a kind of detached indifference. He raised his head, staring at the bluebird in front of him with a gaze as cold as ice, as if he wanted to see through the throbbing under its fiery wings. His voice was calm and firm, and every word seemed to be carved out of ice and snow. "You should be calm." This sentence is both a warning and a manifestation of self-persistence, revealing his control and insight into the situation, as well as his understanding of the bluebird's emotional fluctuations.

The bluebird miraculously regained her composure. Like an elegant swan, she took a deep breath of fresh air, which seemed to bring the tranquility of the lake and calmed the waves in her heart. Everything around her seemed to be still at this moment, and only her breathing echoed in the air. She stood there in silence, and time passed quietly in her meditation, and minutes seemed to become eternity.

Finally, after a long silence, the bluebird spoke slowly. Her voice was like the gurgling of a stream, revealing reason and determination: "How should we deal with this situation now?" This question was like a stone thrown into the lake, breaking the calm but leading to deeper thinking.

Meng Jin's brows were knitted into a small mountain, and he was obviously weighing the complex situation in front of him. He looked at the blue bird deeply, and then responded firmly: "Since we have inadvertently absorbed the energy of your tribe's sacred objects into our bodies, if we understand correctly, this energy is vital to you. Then, we can try to export this energy and return it to you. We are not greedy and will not covet your sacred objects. This is what we should do, and it is also a manifestation of respect for you." His words were loud and clear, full of sincerity and responsibility.

Qingniao nodded gently, the movement was elegant and solemn, but in that subtle arc, there was a kind of doubt that could not be ignored. Her eyes were as deep as the ocean at night, the starlight was gone, replaced by heavy shadows, like a sky covered with dark clouds, foreshadowing a storm that was about to sweep in. In her pupils, there was a deep doubt about Meng Jin's remarks.

As a noble member of the Bluebird tribe, she has a deep understanding of the sacred objects of the tribe. Those mysterious treasures exist not only in material form, but also as spiritual sustenance. Once they choose their master, they will be like the most steadfast guardian, and for life, regardless of life or death, they will regard the person favored by fate as the only master, unswervingly and loyally. This is a promise imprinted in the soul of the Bluebird tribe's artifacts, an oath that transcends matter and life, which cannot be erased or violated.

Therefore, Qingniao's heart is like a turbulent ocean, full of contradictions and struggles. She cannot accept Mengjin's point of view.

The heart of the Bluebird was filled with endless sorrow, and its eyes were sparkling with crystal tears, which was a deep sense of powerlessness and grief. For the Bluebird clan, the artifact not only represented supreme glory and power, but also the symbol of their bloodline inheritance and the sustenance of their souls. However, now all of this was taken away by Meng Jin and the nightmare-like King Cthulhu hanging in the air. This was undoubtedly a trampling on their dignity and a blasphemy against their clan souls.

Once upon a time, their artifacts shone brightly in the sun, protecting the Bluebirds’ peace and prosperity. But now, those glorious memories can only echo in dreams, becoming a distant phantom. The pride of the Bluebirds is like a nest hit by a storm, crumbling and shattered. Their former glory seemed to have turned into eternal darkness at that moment.

Meng Jin's betrayal and the cruelty of the King of Cthulhu were like two ruthless swords that pierced the heart of the Bluebirds. They could not accept this reality, but they could not change it. From now on, whenever the Bluebirds were mentioned, people would only laugh and feel sorry. The race that once soared into the sky has now become a laughing stock of the world.

The fate of the Bluebird clan seems to be tightly bound by this sudden change. How will they face this irreparable shame?