The Great Dream God

This ring is Zhang Tianlong's secret deep in his heart and the unspeakable guardian of his life. It lies quietly in his palm, as if it contains a deep and unpredictable power, like stars twinkling in the night sky, mysterious and charming.

One day, when the dawn first broke the silence of the dawn and the world was still asleep, Zhang Tianlong woke up from a deep dream. He walked into the luxuriously decorated bathroom and his eyes fell on the washbasin inlaid with intricate carvings. It was like a miniature art palace, and every detail revealed the traces of time and the craftsman's ingenuity.

He slowly raised his eyes and stared at himself in the mirror. His deep eyes were like black holes that attracted all light. However, at this moment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if he was tightly strangled by invisible fear. He was horrified to find that the blood vessels on his cheeks, which were usually hidden deep in the skin, were now like awakened dark creatures, and began to mutate wantonly. They twisted and twisted like thorny vines in the dark night, spreading and climbing crazily, gradually eroding his face.

These blood vessels became more and more obvious, like strange totems painted on pale skin, each filled with the turmoil and struggle of life. The images they reflected in the mirror were like a suffocating dark painting, painting Zhang Tianlong's face with terrifying colors, as if telling a forgotten ancient curse.

This scene broke the tranquility of the early morning and overturned Zhang Tianlong's self-perception. He was no longer just the man who silently guarded the mysterious ring, but was suddenly drawn into a new world full of unknowns and fears. His fate was now closely linked to the ring and the twisted blood vessels on his face. Where he would go, only time could reveal.

When the golden threads of dawn quietly weaved into a magnificent sky and fell on the majestic palace, the palace that once shone with supreme majesty was now shrouded in a strange shadow.

Zhang Tianlong, the emperor who was once revered by everyone, now showed a terrifying change in the afterglow of the night.

His face was no longer as handsome and majestic as before, but was eroded by a layer of deep darkness, as if the night not only swallowed up the light, but also bred a curse of life on his skin.

The hair was thick and black, like the deepest black hole in the night sky. Each strand of hair was as slender as a devil's tentacles, quietly spreading and climbing over his once noble cheeks, covering his eyes, covering his smile, and even covering his humanity.

They gleamed coldly in the morning light, like devil's claws reaching out from the depths of hell, ruthlessly tearing at his dignity and glory, dragging his image from the throne of the world into the abyss of darkness.

This is not a mark left by the years, nor is it the result of disease erosion, but it comes from the fear and despair deep in his heart, which has turned into an extraordinary existence and is imprinted on his skin.

Those hairs, like the devil's brand, silently declared that he no longer belonged to this world, but was led by some unknown force to another dimension full of fear and mystery.

His eyes, once firm and majestic, now only showed confusion and fear, as if he was trying to find his lost self, but could only get lost in endless darkness.

Zhang Tianlong has been swallowed by the deep darkness at this moment. His figure looks even lonelier in the morning light, like a monster trapped at the junction of the human world and the abyss. No one can relieve his pain, and no one can save him from the darkness.

As night fell quietly, the stars twinkled in the sky, as if a mysterious prophecy foreshadowed an unknown change. Zhang Tianlong, the brave and fearless monarch, faced this sudden and strange change and resolutely took off the ring inlaid with a mysterious gem on his finger. His eyes were firm, like the North Star in the cold night, illuminating the way forward, and he was determined to reveal the truth behind this strange phenomenon.

He summoned the heroes, the wise men of the Senate, who were the backbone of the empire, bearing the burden of history and the hope of the future. In the magnificent council hall, the marble columns stood like witnesses of history, silent and silent. Zhang Tianlong stood in the center, with his back against the golden throne. His words were deep and powerful, like the sound of a huge bell, echoing in this palace of power:

"This ring's power is not a blessing, but a harbinger of disaster. If we let it exist, disaster will follow us like a shadow, not only drowning me, but also plunging our empire, this land we love, and our descendants into an endless abyss of darkness. Every night will be shrouded in fear, and every ray of sunshine will be obscured by shadows. There will no longer be the dawn of hope in our future, only endless cold and despair."

His words stirred the hearts of everyone present. They felt the crisis and saw Zhang Tianlong's determination.

In the deep hall, the faces of the elders were hidden under the flickering candlelight, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, interweaving a mysterious and profound picture. In their eyes, complex emotions flickered, like the interweaving beams of light in the galaxy, interweaving a series of difficult-to-interpret mysteries. Fear and doubt quietly surged in their eyes, like ripples on the lake surface brushed by the breeze, circle after circle, and could not calm down for a long time. They could not understand or accept that the young emperor Zhang Tianlong had the courage to publicly reveal the secret that could subvert the world.

This power, like a huge wave in the abyss, brings endless temptation and madness, enough to make mortals indulge in the whirlpool of greed, and gradually wear away their reason. However, Zhang Tianlong, he seems to be a giant of iron and stone standing in the center of the storm, and he remains as still as a mountain despite the raging wind and rain. His calmness is as deep as a glacier, and his decision is as swift as thunder, showing his extraordinary wisdom and courage as an emperor.

His will is as solid as a rock. After thousands of years of trials and tribulations, it is still indestructible. No difficulties or obstacles can shake his determination. His courage is as high as a mountain that no one can climb. This is the real power that enables him to sit firmly on the throne and look down on the heroes. Every step he takes and every wave of his hand is like an inscription engraved on a historical stone tablet, showing his control of power, his responsibility, and his ambition.

Even facing the mysterious ring, which emitted an eerie light that seemed to foreshadow an unknown storm, Zhang Tianlong's gaze remained firm and fearless.