The Great Dream God

In this desolate and silent ruin, a huge and deep pit, like a scar of time, is quietly imprinted on the horizon.

Right in the center of the pit, a dazzling bright light suddenly bloomed, like a falling star, passing through the dark sky, shooting directly into Zhang Tianlong's pupils, tugging at his heartstrings.

The light flowed with a mysterious rhythm, crystal clear, like a dreamlike treasure, igniting a spark of hope between the ashes and rubble, illuminating Zhang Tianlong's way forward, and also lighting up his endless curiosity and yearning for the unknown world.

He slowly bent his knees, his movements gentle as if he was dancing with time, for fear of disturbing the sleeping mystery.

In the dust, he carefully picked up the relic that was emitting a strange light. It was a ring. The gems inlaid on it were like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining brightly and illuminating the darkness around it.

This ring is like a silent narrator. Every facet of it is engraved with endless stories, and every inlaid gem contains deep secrets, waiting to be deciphered by people with discerning eyes.

It is not just a combination of metal and gem, but more like a legendary history book written in silent language, lying quietly in his palm, shining with tempting mystery.

A ripple of surprise quietly spread across Zhang Tianlong's face, like ripples on the surface of a lake inadvertently blown by the breeze.

His eyes, as deep as the night, tightly grasped the ring in his palm, as if trying to decipher endless secrets from its flowing light and shadow.

Deep in the pupils, the seeds of doubt grew wildly, like vines entwined around the heart, and every texture was engraved with puzzlement and confusion.

This ring, like a mysterious existence, lay quietly in his hand, but it aroused the great waves in his heart.

He slowly turned his head and glanced at the row of servants standing solemnly behind him, each of them was silent.

His voice was like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and he asked tremblingly, "Could it be that this ring inlaid with a mysterious gemstone triggered the earth-shattering explosion just now?"

Uncertainty lingered in his tone like a thin mist, and the hidden fear spread quietly like a shadow in the dark night.

The ring flickered strangely under the light, as if it contained endless secrets and unknown dangers.

The servants nodded tremblingly like scarecrows, their faces paler than plaster in the moonlight, reflecting deep fear.

Deep in their eyes, awe was like the stars in the night sky, flashing with cold light, while fear was like an undercurrent, silent but powerful.

This gaze, a mixture of awe and fear, seemed to be telling of the master's majesty and unpredictability, condensing the air into a solemn poem, and every movement was infinitely magnified in this depressing atmosphere.

With trembling hearts and the most humble attitude, they carefully told Zhang Tianlong about the trembling moment: "When the eldest son reverently put the mysterious ring on his fingertips, a power as deep as the sea of ​​stars suddenly gushed out, as if the birth of the universe was repeated at that moment. Then, a violent energy storm swept in, and its power was as fierce as millions of thunders exploding at the same time. At this moment, the eldest son's figure was like being ruthlessly swallowed by an endless black hole, disappearing on the edge of light and time, leaving behind empty silence and endless void."

Fear and grief were intertwined in their words, like an undercurrent in the night, silent but deep and powerful.

Every word depicts the shock in their hearts, and every sentence is filled with awe of the unknown power and deep mourning for the loss of their loved ones.

That kind of fear, like cold tentacles, tightly wrapped around everyone's heart, while that kind of sorrow, like the darkness before dawn, is heavy and lingering.

Zhang Tianlong's face suddenly darkened, as if a dark cloud covered the sun. The fear swept through his heart like a violent storm, and the unconcealable fear surged wildly in his pupils.

In those deep eyes, what was reflected was no longer the calmness and majesty of the past, but endless anxiety and fear. His son, the treasure that carried all his hopes, had mysteriously disappeared at this moment, causing his world to collapse in an instant.

He immediately gave orders that the guards in the palace must rush over as quickly as possible, their footsteps must be as swift as thunder and their determination must be as firm as a rock.

He made a solemn vow that he would find his lost beloved even if he had to dig deep into the ground. Every word was powerful, and every sentence was full of the father's deep affection and perseverance, which was the persistence of family affection and the endless call for his beloved son.

The lights in the mansion were on brightly, and the guards' figures shuttled back and forth in the moonlight, forming rapid and firm beams of light, illuminating the way of searching.

Zhang Tianlong's gaze was like the Big Dipper in the night sky, guiding them forward. His heart was like the surface of a lake ruffled by the wind, with waves rising and falling, and expectation and worry intertwined, just for that moment, to see his beloved son safe and sound again.

The moonlight was like silver, sprinkling on their tired figures; their sweat fell on the hard ground like raindrops, interweaving with the clanging sound of shovels hitting stones to form a sad song in the middle of the night.

They dug in the darkness, and every sound that broke the silence expressed their endless longing for the missing young man.

The young master who once had a bright smile and was full of vitality has now disappeared in an instant like a shooting star across the night sky, leaving only an untraceable trace.

This ring, like a curse from the underworld, is weird and mysterious, lying quietly in the palm of Zhang Tianlong's hand. Its existence itself is a sign, hinting at an unforeseen storm.

The cold metallic luster seemed to mock their helplessness, and every tiny flicker revealed an unfathomable secret.

Zhang Tianlong's eyes were as deep as the night, full of confusion and grief. He couldn't believe that an insignificant metal ring could have the power to destroy life.

He held the ring tightly, the emotions in his heart like waves in a strong wind, hitting his soul wave after wave, and each crest was a heart-wrenching question about the disappearance of his son.

On the quiet night, at the edge of the pit, Zhang Tianlong's fingers tightly grasped the ring, his oath silent but firm.

He decided that no matter what difficulties and obstacles awaited him ahead, no matter what price he had to pay, he would uncover the truth behind the mysterious ring and find his lost son.

His determination is like a bright star, illuminating the dark night sky. He is not afraid even if the road is full of thorns, because this persistence comes from his deep concern for his son and from the tenacity and perseverance of fatherly love. It is stronger than any difficulty and brighter than any darkness.