The Great Dream God

Outside of Kyoto, the prosperous scene is like a bright pearl, shining brightly. On the avenue, there is a constant stream of cars and people, the rumbling sound of cars and the noisy voices interweave into a lively movement, and the noisy sounds rise and fall, and never stop.

Between the mountains, a team of horses was moving slowly forward like a long winding dragon. Zhang Tianlong stood proudly on the horse with a tall and straight figure like a pine tree, exuding an innate majesty between his eyebrows, as if he could look down on the world. Princess Ziyang was dignified and elegant, but her expression was a little solemn, as if she had thousands of thoughts lingering in her heart. Qingyun, whose handsome face was originally burned beyond recognition by the ruthless flames, was heartbroken. The scars seemed to be the cruel mark of fate. Qingniao followed closely behind, with a hawk-like alertness in his eyes, always paying attention to the movements around him.

Beside them, a group of highly respected elders of the Senate also walked slowly in the mountains. These elders were all dignified and solemn. Their steps were steady and powerful, as if every step carried the accumulation of years and wisdom. Their sleeves fluttered gently in the breeze, like the sleeves of immortals, adding a bit of otherworldly atmosphere. The sunlight shone on them, reflecting golden rays, making them look like gods descending to the earth, sacred and solemn.

This seemingly harmonious scene was actually undercurrents. Zhang Tianlong's eyes were like torches, sweeping towards an elder of the Senate, and then he sneered, mocking: "Inviting all of you elders here to see the bright sunshine will probably damage your blessings and increase the risk of shortening your life! When I ascended the throne, you elders didn't seem to give me much face. Not to mention the annual Heavenly Sacrifice Conference, you didn't give me any face on the day I ascended the throne!" His words were as cold as a blade, and every word revealed his dissatisfaction and resentment towards the Senate. At this time, the wind in the mountains blew quietly, stirring everyone's sleeves, but it couldn't dispel the tense atmosphere. The sun shone on everyone, but failed to illuminate the haze in their hearts. Zhang Tianlong's eyes became increasingly cold, as if he wanted to freeze everything in the world. The elders in the Senate all had solemn expressions, not knowing how to respond to the emperor's questioning.

A respected elder, who was riding upright on a bright-haired horse, suddenly turned gloomy upon hearing this. His brows knitted tightly like a volcano about to erupt. He said sternly, "What on earth are you talking about? Do you think we have been too lenient with you and have not given you enough face? Why do I feel that there are hidden thorns in your words, and every word is piercing!"

Hearing this, Zhang Tianlong raised the corner of his mouth into a cold smile, which was filled with a bit of disdain and sarcasm. He snorted coldly and said slowly: "How dare I? How dare I speak harshly when talking to the elders! I have always had deep respect and honor for all the elders. Haha, there is no doubt about this!" His words were like a gust of cold wind, echoing coldly in the air.

The elder's eyes shot towards Zhang Tianlong like sharp swords, and his voice became increasingly cold as he said, "I hope what you said is true, and don't say one thing and mean another. As elders, we shoulder great responsibilities and missions, and we cannot tolerate the contempt and provocation of others." Zhang Tianlong met the elder's gaze without flinching, and responded in a firm tone, "I am naturally clear about the status and authority of the elders. What I say and do are all from my heart, and there is absolutely no falsehood." At this moment, the air was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if a storm was about to come.

After seeing this scene, Qingyun, who was standing next to him, raised his lips slightly, and a cold smile quietly emerged. He thought to himself: "I spent a huge amount of money to bribe all those elders and make them puppets in my hands. Could it be that all the money I spent wasted? It's simply ridiculous! These elders only have their own interests in their eyes, and their hearts are full of desire for money. How could they care about the so-called Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony? For them, all they care about is how much benefit they can gain!"

Qingyun's eyes revealed a cunning and complacent look, as if he saw a bright future in which he would soon control everything. The huge sums of money, like bait, hooked the greedy elders one by one. In his mind, these elders were just a group of poor creatures blinded by money, who were willing to give up their dignity and principles for a little benefit and become tools in his hands.

At this moment, Qingyun thought he had already won. He firmly believed that with his own means and the support of these bribed elders, he would be able to stand out in this game of power and realize his ambitions and desires. In his eyes, the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony was just an insignificant cover, a tool that he could use to achieve his own goals. He sneered, his heart full of longing for the future and disdain for others.

On the side, stood the cold and extraordinary blue bird. She opened her red lips and said sharply: "Everyone says that Zhang Tianlong, the Protector of the Country, is a benevolent monarch. When the previous ruler of the Human Empire was in power, his reputation for virtue was as loud as thunder and his prestige spread far and wide. It was praised by everyone in the four seas. The glory of the past makes people yearn for it. However, today's scene is really disappointing! Haven't you heard that respecting the elderly and loving the young is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation and the foundation of being a human being. And this so-called benevolent monarch can't even do such basic things? Look at these old predecessors, they are all your predecessors, who have experienced ups and downs and made great contributions to the empire. Their experience and wisdom are the precious wealth of the empire. And you, when talking to them, have no respect at all, and your words are full of arrogance and disdain. How can such behavior not make people feel cold? How can people not question your reputation for benevolence?"

Bluebird's eyes were cold, and he continued, "A benevolent king should be compassionate, care for the people, and respect his elders. He should treat his predecessors with courtesy and seek advice with an open mind, so that he can constantly improve himself and govern the country well. As a protector of the country, you shoulder great responsibilities, but you act so recklessly. It is not a wise move. If you do not repent in time, you may lose the support of the people and endanger the foundation of the empire."

At this time, the atmosphere around them became more and more solemn, and everyone fell into deep thought. Bluebird's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard. Her voice was crisp and firm, echoing in this empty place: "I hope you can deeply reflect on your behavior, regain your benevolent heart, and prove with practical actions that you are worthy of the title of the benevolent king. Otherwise, the wheel of history will ruthlessly crush you, and your name will become a laughing stock for future generations."