The Great Dream God

In the bustling world, there stands a magnificent human empire. Its history is as long as a river, and the years have left countless legends in it.

At this moment, the glorious chapter of this empire is being continued by an ancient marquisate family, the Zhang family, in a way that shocks the world.

The Zhang family, its name is like stars shining in the night sky of history, and now, the family bloodline has bred an emperor who has shocked the ancient and modern times. He is Zhang Tianlong, who is like a dragon soaring into the sky and awe-inspiring. His birth is like the dawn, dispelling all the haze in the world. His existence is a symbol of the glory of the empire and the focus of admiration of all people.

In this vast land, Zhang Tianlong's name has turned into a hymn, spreading in every corner, telling a magnificent epic about the interweaving of power, courage and destiny.

This emperor, sitting on the supreme throne, seems to have enormous power, but his might is not as shocking as the folk legends say.

In the magnificent palace, he was unrivaled in the world, but every step he took seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, and the edge of power hid unspeakable shackles.

His long dragon robe dragged on the ground, and the glittering jewels and precious stones reflected not only majesty, but also deep loneliness and helplessness. The ministers bowed their heads, but it was hard to guess his intention. The supreme scepter seemed to be in his hand, but it was like a mirage, out of reach.

This is the sorrow of an emperor. His power is like frost and snow in winter. It looks white but is actually as thin as a cicada's wing and disappears at the touch of a finger.

It was not because his ambitions were as easily dispersed as clouds, but because his starting point was just a marquis's mansion, and he lacked the kind of family power that had gone through vicissitudes of life and had a deep accumulation to build a solid backing for him.

Without the rock-hard support of his family background, it would have been difficult for him to soar high and display his majesty in the grand drama of power struggles.

It is like a peacock that cannot spread its feathers. It is not because it does not want to, but because its wings are not strong enough to shine brightly.

Zhang Tianlong, this ambitious young man, faced with challenges and difficulties, not only did he not feel any regret in his heart, but his heart was full of determination and resoluteness.

He knew very well that great achievements in the world are like a thousand-mile embankment, all built up by insignificant grains of sand.

The road ahead, no matter how rugged or flat it is, is like the rocks on his journey, building the steps towards glory piece by piece.

Every step he took sparkled under his feet, like stars dotting the sky. Although small, they illuminated the direction forward.

He was intoxicated with his own achievements, as if he was bathing in the bright starlight. The insignificant but real progress was like the first ray of dawn that illuminated his heart.

Every step forward engraves a poem of victory in his heart; every small achievement is a flower blooming deep in his soul, fragrant and dazzling.

This feeling is like a gurgling stream flowing into a vast lake. Although it is small, it accumulates tremendous power silently.

He indulged in the joy of growth, allowing it to permeate into the veins of his life and turn into an inexhaustible driving force that pushed him forward.

On this long and glorious road, his heart burned with a flame of pride, illuminating the unexplored frontiers ahead.

Just as he was immersed in endless self-indulgence, intoxicated as if the whole world was under his control, a sudden shock swept over him like a raging wave.

The backyard of the mansion, which was originally a quiet and poetic place, was now torn apart by waves of earth-shaking explosions, like thunder exploding in the blue sky, shaking people's minds.

The sound was sharp and fierce, like the roar of a wild beast, instantly shattering the tranquility of the afternoon and shattering the illusion of complacency.

The air was filled with tension and anxiety. Every grain of dust trembled and danced in the sound of the explosion, as if telling of the impending change.

A subtle hint of confusion quietly slid across Zhang Tianlong's face, like a fallen leaf causing ripples on the surface of a quiet lake.

He walked slowly into the backyard, each step following the lines of moonlight poetry. His deep eyes were filled with doubts, like the star-studded night sky, with a light of exploration and vague alertness towards the unknown world.

His eyes, like a cheetah spying on the grassland, are full of curiosity about new things, yet cautious. Every tiny movement tells of his awe and expectation for this hidden corner.

The scene before him was like a sad and beautiful painting, which suddenly tightened his heartstrings.

The smoke-filled pit seemed like the entrance to hell, devouring his peace.

The servants in the house, those delicate women who had been protected by his tender affection, now gathered in this misty shadow. Their faces no longer showed the tranquility and joy of the past, but were deeply engraved with panic and helplessness.

Their eyes were like lost birds, fear followed them like shadows, and uneasiness filled the air in the smoke, making the originally peaceful manor uneasy.

At this moment, his world seemed to be shrouded in haze, and every wisp of smoke touched the deepest worries in his heart.

The sunlight was ruthlessly swallowed up by a deep pit in the middle of the yard. The black hole-like existence was like a whirlpool of the universe, ruthlessly tearing away the light and plunging everything around it into endless haze.

The place was filled with smoke and dust, like ruins after a storm, and the air was filled with the aftermath of the tremor, as if it had just witnessed a drastic change in the crust, a silent geological war.

Zhang Tianlong's heart beat like a drum. He squeezed through the nervous and curious crowd and walked firmly towards the mysterious pit. His eyes explored in the misty smoke and dust, like an eagle hunting in the clouds, sharp and alert.

Every step you take is like stepping on a tense string. You have to be very careful, for fear of touching the unknown power hidden under the dust. It could be a forbidden seal or a portal to the abyss.

He was searching for clues of the truth between chaos and silence, like a brave man groping forward in a misty forest, fearless and tenacious.

In this rapidly changing world, an unexpected change suddenly comes, like a mocking smile drawn by the cunning mouth of fate, or like an exciting challenge horn on the journey of a brave man, piercing the mediocre tranquility in the silent night sky.

This sudden storm swept through Zhang Tianlong's life and dyed his world with a touch of unknown color, which was both terrifying and exciting.

Zhang Tianlong, the emperor wearing a dragon robe, had a look of determination and resoluteness in his eyes.

He knew that he could not escape no matter whether it was a dangerous situation full of thorns or a smooth road with calm waters, because this was not only a joke of fate, but also his responsibility as the king of a country.