The Great Dream God

Princess Ziyang has a graceful figure, as light as a swallow, just like a fairy descending to the earth, floating in the air. Her icy eyes looked far away in the direction of Kyoto, and the endless indifference and determination revealed in her eyes seemed to freeze everything in the world. Her jade body moved slightly, just like a lightning that broke through the sky, her figure was like an arrow, and she jumped without hesitation, rushing forward with the force of thunder. Returning to Kyoto this time, she has made up her mind to kill all those who hinder her from ascending the supreme throne of the emperor, leaving no one alive. Although Zhang Tianlong escaped by chance, Princess Ziyang had already made up her mind, so she spared his life for the time being and would deal with him later.

However, there is actually a more critical reason why Princess Ziyang acted so decisively. When she successfully merged the Supreme Order, countless complex information emerged from the mysterious token like a tide, which revealed to her a secret that was enough to shock the world: this Supreme Order was actually divided into three parts in this world. The first one was hidden in the sacred mountain. The sacred mountain was towering into the clouds, majestic, shrouded in clouds and mist, mysterious and unpredictable, as if it was a portal to another world, hiding endless mysteries and secrets. The second one was in the nursing home. The nursing home looked plain and ordinary on the outside, but the secrets contained in it were not easily understood by anyone. The third one was actually in the hands of those noble families. These families were powerful and profound, like ancient mountains, standing tall in the world and difficult to shake. Only by collecting these three Supreme Orders could she become the true supreme in this world, control the world, command the heroes, and make all the people submit to her feet!

Thinking of this, Princess Ziyang's excitement burned like a raging fire. A fiery fire of desire ignited in her heart. The flame was so hot and fierce that it seemed to devour her soul. Her desire for the Supreme Order was like a thirsty traveler's desire for a spring, or a hungry beast's desire for prey. She rushed forward recklessly, with a greedy light flashing in her eyes. That light was like a hungry wolf seeing an extremely fat prey, exuding a chilling breath that made people shudder.

Just as Princess Ziyang was rushing towards Kyoto like a gust of wind, in the bustling Kyoto, Meng Jin's keen perception, like an invisible tentacle, detected a depressing atmosphere of impending storm. He suddenly raised his head, looked at the vast sky, and took a deep breath, as if to absorb the crisis that was about to sweep over him into his body. His eyes revealed his unwavering determination and fearless courage, and he drew the sword from his waist without hesitation. Under the bright sunshine, the sword flashed with a cold light like ice, just like a cold star that cut through the darkness, shining brightly and exuding a chilling breath.

Meng Jin tightly grasped the sword that flashed with cold light, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind. He knew that the coming storm would be an unprecedented catastrophe. As the guardian of Kyoto, he must stand up and defend the peace and dignity of this city. His eyes became more and more determined, as if burning with a blazing flame, which was his persistence and perseverance in his mission.

In the distant sky, the figure of Princess Ziyang was like a stream of light, rapidly approaching Kyoto. Her heart was filled with desire for power and vision for the future, and she firmly believed that she would become the master of this world. The wind whistled in her ears, blowing her hair, and there was no hesitation or fear in her eyes, only endless greed and determination.

In the streets and alleys of Kyoto, people seemed to have sensed this strange atmosphere, and the air was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere. Shops were closed one after another, and people hid in their homes, their hearts filled with anxiety and fear. They didn't know what was going to happen, and could only pray silently, hoping that this disaster would pass soon.

At this time, Princess Ziyang was getting closer and closer to Kyoto. Her figure was like a nightmare, about to cover this prosperous city.

Meng Jin stood tall with his head held high, his posture as firm as a pine tree, and shouted loudly to the soldiers beside him: "Fellow soldiers! Right now, it seems that the enemy is quietly approaching Kyoto. As the guardians of Kyoto, we will never retreat! Kyoto is our home and our glory! We should use our flesh and blood to build a steel wall to defend Kyoto. As long as we are in the city, we swear to live and die with Kyoto!" His voice was like a bell, loud and firm, containing endless power, echoing in the vast air, as if to pass this fearless courage to everyone's heart like a torch.

Behind him, there was a sudden burst of surging shouts. These were the deafening roars of the warriors in Kyoto who were loyal to Zhang Tianlong. They were all heroic and vigorous, like dragons going out to sea, full of vigor and vitality. They suddenly jumped up and turned into dazzling rays of light like meteors. In an instant, they fell on the towering walls of Kyoto like flowers scattered by fairies. Meng Jin did not hesitate and followed closely behind. He jumped down as agilely as an eagle fighting in the air and stepped steadily onto the wall. His iron-like palm tightly grasped the sword in his hand. The hilt of the sword seemed to be given a fresh life in his hand. A trace of coldness emanated from the sword and filled the air. His eyes were as firm as a rock, deep and hot. He stared ahead fearlessly, as if he could see through the heavy fog that was about to come. He has made all the necessary preparations to meet the challenges that are about to come with an iron will, and to face the storm that is about to come without flinching.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the walls of Kyoto was as heavy as lead and as solemn as a mountain. Meng Jin stood side by side with those warriors. Their figures looked particularly tall and majestic in the bright sunshine, like unshakable mountains. They exuded an indomitable and fearless aura, as if announcing to the whole world that they would protect the peace of Kyoto and the dignity of this sacred land at the cost of their own lives. Their bodies were like an indestructible line of defense, blocking all invading enemies; their eyes were like burning flames, illuminating this land full of hope and faith.

At this turbulent moment, Meng Jin's heart was ablaze with fire. He knew that he was not only shouldering the heavy responsibility of defending Kyoto, but also the expectations and trust of countless people. He looked at every warrior around him and saw the same firm belief and fearless courage in their eyes. He felt a strong force gathering in his heart, which would support them to move forward bravely in this upcoming fierce battle and never retreat.

On the city wall, the wind whistled and the flags fluttered. Meng Jin straightened his spine, as if he had merged with the city wall and became an indestructible part of the city. A voice echoed in his heart: "Kyoto, inviolable!" This voice was like a war drum, inspiring everyone. Those warriors also felt this firm belief, their hearts were filled with strength, and their eyes flashed with determination. They knew that they would pay any price to protect this land.

In this solemn atmosphere, Meng Jin slowly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it into the distance. The sun shone on the sword, reflecting a dazzling light. He shouted loudly: "For Kyoto, for glory, fight!" This voice was like thunder, echoing on the city wall, stirring the blood in the hearts of the warriors. They shouted in unison: "Fight! Fight! Fight!" This voice resounded through the sky, shaking the world, as if to intimidate all enemies under this powerful momentum.