The Great Dream God

In the blazing sea of ​​fire, the figure of Princess Ziyang suddenly appeared like a dazzling lightning that cut through the darkness. She was graceful, like a beautiful flower blooming in the wind, but with a resolute and fearless momentum, she threw herself into the blazing fire that seemed to burn everything in the world without hesitation.

The blazing flames jumped and danced wantonly, baring their fangs and claws, as if trying to swallow the whole world into their endless darkness. However, Princess Ziyang showed no fear at all, and her bright eyes revealed an incomparable determination and courage, as if nothing in the world could stop her.

In the deepest part of the flame, Qingyun's body had been burned to a charcoal-like state. His once vibrant life force was like a candle in the wind, fading away bit by bit, and could be extinguished at any time. However, Princess Ziyang, relying on her extraordinary and amazing strength, did not hesitate to hold Qingyun tightly in her arms. Her movements were gentle and firm, as if Qingyun in her arms was the most precious treasure in the world, and she would never allow him to be hurt in the slightest.

Immediately afterwards, Princess Ziyang performed the art of teleportation. At that moment, her figure seemed to merge with the surrounding space, turning into a brilliant light and instantly disappeared in the dangerous place.

When Princess Ziyang successfully escaped from danger with Qingyun, she stopped and looked at Zhang Tianlong with cold eyes. At this time, Princess Ziyang exuded an unparalleled aura of majesty, and her noble temperament was intimidating.

Princess Ziyang glared at Zhang Tianlong. Her voice resounded through the sky like thunder, shaking the hearts of everyone present: "Zhang Tianlong, you shameless man! What's the point of you coming here to stir up trouble now! I have become the master of this world and ascended the supreme throne. This is the destiny and an iron law that cannot be changed! You, Zhang Tianlong, have lost everything. Your power and your status have become nothing! What you did today was nothing but a futile act! In my eyes, you are like an insignificant ant that can't shake me at all!"

Princess Ziyang's words were like sharp swords, piercing straight into Zhang Tianlong's heart. Her words were full of majesty and disdain, and every word seemed to contain endless power, making people irresistible.

After saying this, Princess Ziyang's figure flashed like a ghost, and in front of everyone, she disappeared without a trace like a gust of wind. The speed was so fast that people almost thought it was their own illusion, leaving only the stunned expressions and uproar of the people present.

Zhang Tianlong stood alone in front of the elders, in front of the members of the Senate who were familiar with him. His posture was upright, but he exuded an indescribable loneliness. Meng Jin looked at this scene, and his heart was filled with endless emotion. He sighed, and the sigh seemed to carry thousands of words. He muttered to himself: "The system of this human empire is really strange. It is obviously an imperial system, but it eventually evolved into an electoral system like the Holy Roman Empire. It is just like a gang. The emperor seems to be the one who makes the decisions. He seems to be high above, but in fact he is in the midst of changes. If he is not careful, he may be doomed."

Meng Jin's eyes revealed his deep thoughts about this system and his worries about the future. In his opinion, this system is full of uncertainty and danger. The emperor's power seems to be supreme, but in fact it is restricted and challenged by many factors. The existence of the electoral system makes the competition for the throne extremely fierce and cruel. In order to fight for the throne, various forces use all means, even at the cost of launching wars, plunging the entire empire into turmoil and chaos.

Under this system, what they fear most is not the violence of the group, but the powerful force from the individual. Those who possess extraordinary strength can often change the entire situation by themselves. They advocate assassination and believe that solving problems in the dark is the most effective means. They believe in the cruel law that when people leave, the tea is forgotten and when people die, the lights go out, and at the same time they are full of worship for this kind of violence. In their eyes, power and interests are the most important. In order to achieve their goals, they can do whatever it takes, even at the expense of others' lives.

Zhang Tianlong's cold eyes swept through the elders of the Senate like a cold blade. His eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, as if he wanted to devour these people one by one. His heart was full of resentment towards these elders. They were once the people he trusted the most, but when he needed help the most, they chose to betray him. Now that he is back, he wants them to pay the price for their actions.

Under Zhang Tianlong's gaze, the elders looked at each other, with a hint of fear and uneasiness in their eyes. They felt Zhang Tianlong's anger and determination, and knew that he came back for revenge. They began to regret their original choice, but now it was too late. They could only try their best to make up for their mistakes and hope to be forgiven by Zhang Tianlong.

Meng Jin walked forward step by step, his steps were steady and powerful. Every step seemed to be carried with firm belief and determination. Finally, he came to Zhang Tianlong's side, then knelt on one knee and said devoutly: "Great Emperor Zhang Tianlong! You have finally returned to your human empire! I, Meng Jin, the Earl of Huaiyang, will be loyal to you until death!" His voice was loud and firm, echoing in this empty field, as if it was a vow, an expression of loyalty and faith to Zhang Tianlong.

Zhang Tianlong turned his head slightly when he heard this, and looked at the elders in front of him again with his ferocious eyes. His eyes were full of disdain and ridicule, as if to say: "You traitors, do you regret it now?" The elders lowered their heads one by one, not daring to look into Zhang Tianlong's eyes. They knew that their fate was now in Zhang Tianlong's hands, and they could only pray for his forgiveness.

Afterwards, the elders seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. They crossed their arms across their chests, bowed deeply to Zhang Tianlong in front of them, and said in unison: "Your Majesty, we have finally waited for your return! We only recognize you as the emperor! Now there is another emperor, so we will do our best to completely kill that fake emperor!" Their voices were uniform, full of determination and loyalty. However, Zhang Tianlong was not satisfied with this. He knew that these elders only made such a statement to save their lives and status. He would not trust them easily, and he would test their loyalty in his own way.

At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the wind was howling, as if it was also cheering for this power struggle. The dark clouds were like ink, weighing heavily on people's hearts, making people feel an inexplicable depression and uneasiness. The wind swept up the sand and dust, forming yellow whirlwinds, raging in the open field. The sound of the wind was like thunder, as if it was the roar between heaven and earth, adding a tragic atmosphere to the impending storm.

Zhang Tianlong stood there, his figure looking taller and more majestic in the wind. His clothes fluttered in the wind, but it did not affect his momentum at all. The flame of revenge burned in his eyes, and that flame seemed to burn the whole world to ashes.