The Great Dream God

In a solemn and mysterious atmosphere, the bright moonlight is like a silver poem, pouring down in the deep night of silence, immersing the whole world in a peaceful dream. Several Taoists, like phantoms woven by the moonlight, stand gracefully under this picturesque night. Their robes are as pure as frost and snow, fluttering gently, as if they are elves condensed by the moonlight, with an otherworldly charm.

The yellow paper held tightly in the hand is like an ancient spell, each piece carries the traces of time, and the paper is filled with the fragrance of ink, which is fresh and deep, as if it has just risen from the abyss of history, carrying thousands of years of secrets and unknown stories. Each drop of ink is like a spot of time, recording endless ancient secrets, making people indulge in this mysterious sense of ritual, thinking back to those distant memories awakened by the moonlight.

Suddenly, the old yellow papers seemed to be quietly ignited by a mysterious and invisible spiritual fire. Their edges jumped in the void, flickering with a deep glimmer, like ancient stars burning up in the dark night. The pieces of paper that recorded the traces of time turned into dancing ashes in an instant, floating in the air, like the dust of history, disappearing silently in the long river of time, leaving only the faint scent of ink and endless reverie.

At the same time, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly gathered like a prehistoric beast, surging and rolling, forming a sky curtain like a raging wave, as if the sky was roaring angrily. Deep in the dark clouds, thunder and lightning intertwined, and a dazzling light flashed between lightning and fire. The light penetrated the thick clouds and illuminated the whole world, making people think of the wrath of the gods, as if it was the judgment of the world from heaven, descending on this land, shocking people.

At this moment, everything between heaven and earth seemed to be still, only the symphony of thunder and wind echoed in the ears, making people feel the majesty and mystery of the power of nature.

Under the pitch-black night, flashes of lightning were like dancing dragons. They rolled and roared above the sky, roaring and piercing the tranquil sky with endless power and majesty, just like the gods in ancient mythology, wielding the power of thunder and lightning, and rushing straight towards the lonely and tough ring. This ring, like a star falling into the abyss, flickered alone in the darkness, neither humble nor arrogant, neither fearful nor shocked.

In the center of the ring, there is a gemstone. It seems to be given life under the baptism of thunder and lightning. Every flash of lightning makes it shine more brilliantly. It shines brightly in the thunder and lightning, like the brightest star in the universe. Even in the face of the violence of nature, it never retreats, but becomes more dazzling in the wind and rain. Its tenacity and indomitable spirit seem to be a challenge to fate and a declaration to the world.

This ring, like an unyielding soul, stands in the center of the storm. No matter how harsh the wind and frost are, it still stands proudly and fearlessly. Every strike of lightning becomes its decoration, and every thunder is its battle song. It stands in the darkness, illuminating everything around it with endless brilliance, as if telling the world that even the smallest existence can shine the most dazzling light in the most difficult moments. This is the ring, an unyielding heart shining in the storm, a light of hope that never goes out in the darkness.

Everyone present was deeply shocked by this astonishing scene. Their eyes were like the surface of a lake washed by a violent storm, with ripples that could not be calmed down, and they were filled with surprise and awe that could not be concealed.

The originally noisy discussions quietly faded away at this moment, as if their souls were taken away by this mysterious scene, leaving only a quiet silence.

In the crowd, there is an old man with white hair and a youthful face. His eyes are like an ancient deep well, filled with the trials of time and sparks of wisdom.

At this moment, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, like an eagle's eyes that could see through the slightest detail, as if they could penetrate the heavy fog and see through the secrets hidden between heaven and earth.

Although he is old, his steps are steady, and each step is like a note striking on people's heartstrings, inspiring deep thought.

He walked out of the crowd slowly. His voice was as steady and powerful as the sound of a mountain stream, echoing in the air like the sound of an ancient bell. "In this vast land, the most formidable force is the Tunguska volcano, which has been dormant for a thousand years at the northern end of the continent! Its wrath is like the roar of the god of destruction. Once it awakens, it will be enough to turn everything into ashes."

The old man continued, his tone filled with endless philosophy: "And this mysterious ring can remain safe and sound in the midst of thunder and lightning. The power contained in it may be inextricably linked to the majestic power of the dormant volcano. Is it the embodiment of volcanic power, or a balancer of some mysterious force? This requires us to explore and solve this mystery." His words were like a lit torch, illuminating the depths of the hearts of everyone present and inspiring their desire to explore the unknown world.

The old man's words were like a bolt from the blue, causing ripples in the hearts of everyone present, and they were filled with curiosity and awe about the mysterious power of the ring and the Tunguska volcano.

The words of the elders are like ancient hymns handed down from distant times, whispering stories forgotten by time.

The eruption of a volcano is the fury of nature, like God's judgment on the old world, tearing apart the ancient earth and reshaping the solid land beneath our feet with flames and lava.

The power that is enough to overturn the order of the universe is as powerful as the thunder of thousands of troops. It is beyond the comprehension of mortals. They can only worship it deeply in their hearts and feel its vastness with awe.

Zhang Tianlong, the brave and fearless leader, his gaze is like the stars at dawn, illuminating the confusing night.

He looked around at the elders sitting around the campfire, and said in a deep voice like a bronze bell, "Since the power of volcanoes recorded in ancient books is so shocking, why not gather a hundred powerful riders and use their power to explore the heart of the Tunguska volcano and challenge its boundless divine power?"

Upon hearing this, the elders present couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if hot lava was whispering in their ears.

There was surprise and awe in their eyes, and confusion and shock were mixed in the glances they exchanged with each other.

This proposal is like a rhapsody of dancing with fate, both crazy and fascinating, like the edge of the abyss, both terrifying and irresistible. It is like an unsolved fog, but also a majestic tower leading to glory, making people swing between fear and expectation, unable to extricate themselves.

However, they all know that this seemingly crazy plan may be the answer they have been looking for for a long time, a ray of hope that can illuminate the way forward and give them the courage to pass through the darkness and face the unknown.