The Great Dream God

Zhang Tianlong was like an eagle with broken wings, tightly wrapped in boundless fear and sorrow. The sharp light in his eyes was replaced by the haze of despair, and the pupils as deep as the night reflected unspeakable pain.

His son, the boy who carried his countless dreams and hopes, the treasure he protected with his life, disappeared without a trace in an instant, like a wisp of smoke dissipating in the wind. This sudden blow was like a sharp ice knife, piercing his heart fiercely, and his world fell into darkness in an instant.

He stepped into the bedroom that was once filled with laughter and joy. Every step he took seemed so heavy, as if he was stepping on thick ice and snow, and only cold echoes echoed. It was once a warm place where he and his son shared happiness, but now there was only deathly silence, like an isolated island that no one cared about. The fire in the fireplace was weak, reflecting on his pale face, making his expression even more desolate.

He waved his hand, and those servants who wanted to approach him and fill the void in his heart with food and comfort were all rejected by him silently. His wife, the gentle woman, with tears in her eyes and steaming food in her hands, could only stop outside the door and could not enter his broken heart. His eyes were empty and distant, as if he had lost the ability to focus, and he just stared blankly ahead, letting himself be drowned by sadness.

He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, where they had spent countless nights together. His body was trembling slightly, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time. His world was collapsing, and every piece of debris tore his heart apart, and every gust of wind took away his glimmer of hope. His back looked so lonely and helpless in the dim light, as if the weight of the entire universe was pressing on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The ring tightly held in his hand, the mysterious object that once symbolized his power, has now become the source of endless questions in his heart. Zhang Tianlong is now in deep confusion and despair.

"Where did this ring take my child?" Zhang Tianlong whispered, his voice full of anger and helplessness. His trembling fingers put the ring on his wrist, and this action seemed to silently tell of his inner struggle and dissatisfaction with his fate.

As if responding to his doubts and struggles, at this moment, a ball of blazing red flames suddenly burst out from the ring, enveloping Zhang Tianlong. The flames seemed to have a living being, not only devouring the surrounding air, but also burning the anger and despair deep in Zhang Tianlong's heart.

His residence, an ancient castle that represented power and glory, seemed so fragile in the face of this force. It collapsed in an instant and turned into ashes, like a destructive storm sweeping in. At the center of the storm was Zhang Tianlong, whose figure, illuminated by the red flames, looked particularly lonely and determined.

However, behind the disaster, there is a turning point. A blazing fire shot up into the sky and turned into a huge fire phoenix. The wings of the flames shone in the night sky, and the thirty-mile-long body was like the master of the sky, soaring under the stars, majestic and inviolable. Its appearance was like a response to Zhang Tianlong's inner struggle and a challenge to his fate.

The appearance of the fire phoenix made Zhang Tianlong feel a little shocked and awed. He knew that this was not only a display of the power of the ring, but also a symbol of his deep desire for change. In the baptism of the fire, Zhang Tianlong's mind was purified and his determination became stronger.

As the Fire Phoenix spreads its wings and flies, Zhang Tianlong realizes that he can no longer be bound by the glory and power of the past. He needs to find his child, and more importantly, he needs to find his original intention and courage. So he embarks on a journey to find the truth, going through hardships along the way, but every step is firm and powerful.

The story reaches its climax in this spectacular fire. Zhang Tianlong's image gradually changes from a nobleman who has lost everything to a brave warrior and father. His inner changes form a sharp contrast with the disaster outside, making this story not only a visual shock, but also a spiritual baptism.

The people of Kyoto, as if being pulled by an invisible force, looked up at the sky. The scene there shocked them beyond measure. The glory of the phoenix was reflected in their pupils. The blazing flames burned in the night sky, like the wings of a god blooming in the mortal world. Each feather flashed with a sacred light, deeply imprinted in the depths of every terrified and awed heart, as if it was a picture of apocalypse, permanently engraving the traces of miracles in the world.

Zhang Tianlong, at this moment, stood at a height of ten thousand feet like a child of destiny. His eyes were intertwined with astonishment and doubt, but also burning with an unprecedented heroic feeling. He looked down at the Kyoto below him. The fireworks of thousands of houses in the dimly lit areas were like bright stars inlaid in the night. Every beam of light was telling of his new identity - he was the king of this world. Those weak lights gathered into a magnificent star map in his eyes. That was his territory, his kingdom, his world.

"Is this the world I rule?" His voice echoed in the silent night sky, every word was like thunder, shaking people's eardrums, "This vast territory, every inch of land is my subject, I am the master here, the emperor of this land, as dazzling as the sun, illuminating the darkness." His voice was filled with endless confidence, as if his will could shake the heaven and earth.

He stood in the clouds, as proud as a sculpture, as if he was above all living beings, overlooking the star-like crowd. They looked up at him with fear and admiration, just like looking up at the starry sky, looking for guidance. Each of his announcements was like the bell of a new era, heralding the coming of a brand new era, an era that belonged to him, an era shaped by his will.

Zhang Tianlong's back looked extremely tall in the moonlight, his chest was filled with boundless ambition, his eyes were burning with the flame of conquest, as if he had seen the future, saw himself standing at the top of the world, leading the people to an unknown glory. At this moment, every cell in his body was cheering, every inch of his skin was feeling the glory of the king, and he had only one belief in his heart - he was Tianlong, he was the emperor, he was the master of this world.