The Great Dream God

Qingyun, the hero who was always known for his calmness, suddenly overturned the stone table in front of him like a hurricane, with such force that it seemed to pour out all the resentment and injustice accumulated in his chest. The stone table drew a thrilling arc in the air, and then slammed heavily to the ground, instantly collapsing and making a deafening roar, like a landslide. The dust stirred up was like sand in a storm, filling the air and blurring the vision. His eyes burned with red anger, like an angry lion under the night sky, his piercing eyes piercing the darkness, he roared to the sky, and his voice echoed between the valleys: "Damn Princess Ziyang, he actually thinks he can easily control us. Does he really think that a few empty promises can make our noble Qingque clan bow their heads and be willing to become puppets under his feet?"

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the hall instantly froze as cold as the Ice Age, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere that was about to explode. Qingniao, the wise man who was trusted by Qingyun, was particularly eye-catching at this moment. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, like two deep canyons, containing endless worries and anger; in his eyes, a cold light was like a frosty moon on a winter night, flashing with a biting chill.

He spoke in a low and firm tone, with every word ringing loud and clear: "We must teach him a profound lesson and never allow him to become arrogant! Brother, we helped him to ascend the noble throne, and we also have the ability to throw him into the abyss of everlasting damnation and let him never have peace in the eighteen levels of hell. This is a stern warning to the arrogant!" Every word he said was like the edge of a sharp sword, pointing directly at people's hearts, showing his determination and strength that could not be challenged.

Qingyun's initial anger was like a candle in the wind, swaying, but was eventually suppressed by his strong will. He took a deep breath of the cool air, as if to turn the burning anger into ice and hide it deep in his heart. His eyes were like the lake water in the middle of the night, deep and calm, revealing a kind of calmness that was intimidating without anger. His voice contained endless determination, and every word was like cast in iron, and no one could question it: "This plan is not appropriate, not appropriate! It seems that we must join forces with Princess Ziyang! Don't worry, in this chess game, we are not pawns that can be manipulated by others, and the outcome is not yet clear!"

Upon hearing this, Bluebird's body trembled involuntarily, like a dead leaf in the cold wind, and his face was filled with grief and indignation. He lowered his head, biting his lower lip tightly, revealing a trace of blood. He clenched his hands into iron fists, and his knuckles turned white due to the force. His eyes narrowed, like a sword drawn from its sheath. Although he was full of humiliation, he also revealed an unyielding light. Deep in his heart, it was like a raging sea, with humiliation and unwillingness intertwined to form an insurmountable obstacle. However, he knew that the current predicament required him to retreat in order to advance, and endure the humiliation. He uttered these words with difficulty, and every syllable was filled with pain: "This is indeed a suffocating humiliation!"

Qingyun stared at the bluebird in front of him that seemed to carry endless secrets. The emotions in his heart were like a surging river, mixed with all kinds of feelings, difficult to describe. He sighed deeply, and his voice was filled with the precipitation of years and endless fatigue, as if it was a mark carved in his heart by wind and frost: "There is nothing we can do! This is our fate. Without authority and without a sheltering land, we can only grope forward in the dark. We must not hesitate in our actions and must be ruthless. Only in this way can we accumulate a faint hope of reviving our homeland."

Bluebird and Bluecloud, two pairs of deep eyes meet in the morning light, the flames burning in them are firm determination and unyielding will. They have made up their minds to find Princess Ziyang in the dawn of tomorrow and jointly plan a revolution to overthrow Zhang Tianlong's rule.

The next day, at dawn, everything was silent, and the morning light gently awakened the sleeping earth. Qingyun and Qingniao, like pilgrims, set out on the road to the residence of Princess Ziyang early. Their steps were firm and powerful, and each step carried expectations for the future and nostalgia for the past.

In the residence of Princess Ziyang, they sat around an exquisite table, the candlelight flickering, reflecting serious and focused faces. After careful consideration, they carefully planned a plan that could shake Zhang Tianlong's foundation. This plan cleverly utilized the sacred tradition of the human empire since ancient times - the annual sacrifice to heaven and earth, a solemn ceremony that monarchs of all generations would personally participate in.

They plan to lure Zhang Tianlong away from the bustling capital, and let him go to the remote wild mountain with Princess Ziyang, with awe of the gods. There, far away from the center of power and the palace he is familiar with, they will start a silent contest, a decisive battle under the witness of nature. The top of the mountain, the vastness between heaven and earth, will become the stage for them to subvert the old order and reshape the new future.

Every detail was carefully designed, and every link was repeatedly scrutinized, just to let Zhang Tianlong's scepter slip on that sacred day, and let their dream of restoring the country bloom in the morning light. This plan is both their hope and their challenge. They must use wisdom and courage to tear through the darkness and welcome their dawn.

On the top of the ancient and mysterious sacred mountain, where time seems to have stood still, they carefully planned a thrilling ambush just to welcome Zhang Tianlong's arrival. This mountain, bearing the sedimentation of the years and witnessing the birth of countless legends, has now become a stage for revenge. They are like cheetahs in the dark night, silent and ready to go, waiting for the moment to come and put Zhang Tianlong to death in one fell swoop. Once this carefully woven trap is successfully triggered, their grand plan will surely bloom like flowers in spring!

Qingyun and Qingniao, this pair of tacit partners, have a determined look in their eyes. They know that this operation is not only related to the survival of the Qingque tribe, but also to whether they can wash away the shame of the past and revive their former glory. Every decision, every breath, may affect the success or failure of the entire plan. They must tread on thin ice and be extremely cautious, not allowing any slight negligence.

In order to ensure that the plan was foolproof, they mobilized all available resources. Qingyun, whose wisdom was as bright as a star, guided the spies to sneak into the depths of the palace like a ghost, silently collecting every clue about Zhang Tianlong. These spies were their confidants, their right-hand men, their eyes and ears, going deep into the enemy camp just to bring back the most authentic intelligence.

At the same time, Qingniao secretly weaves an impenetrable network to contact those old subordinates who were once loyal to the Qingque tribe. They are waiting silently in the corners of history. Now, their loyalty will be awakened, and their power will strike Zhang Tianlong's vital points like a thunderbolt at the most critical moment. These old subordinates, like lurking beasts, are waiting for the master's order, ready to burst out in an instant and deal a fatal blow to the enemy.