The Great Dream God

In this majestic imperial palace, the star-like bright light shines on a veteran in armor. His armor is like the weaving of stars in the night sky, and each star represents an immortal legend.

His eyes were as deep as an ancient well, profound and mysterious, as if they contained billions of years of history, and every ripple was a story of wisdom.

The years have settled in his eyes like the Milky Way, flowing with endless vicissitudes and wisdom.

His existence is a symbol of the glory and wisdom of this empire. Every breeze that blows by whispers the epic story behind his prosperity.

At this moment, those eyes that were as deep as the stars and could see through everything in the world actually frowned, which was rare. It was as if the pitch-black sky was torn open by the strong wind, and a faint but dazzling light of worry leaked out.

Normally, these eyes were like an endless ocean of wisdom, calm and peaceful. But at this moment, they were filled with ripples of doubt, like the shadows of pine trees on the top of a mountain, swaying in the moonlight, revealing a hint of turbulence that was barely perceptible.

That solemn expression, like a metaphor in an ancient book, is incomprehensible, yet the weight of its existence cannot be ignored, as if the secrets of the entire universe are condensed in the wrinkles of that moment.

His deep voice resounded in the air, as if carrying the weight of history: "Imagine those majestic and awe-inspiring charioteers, those fearless warriors on the battlefield, accidentally strayed into the territory of demons. Wouldn't those cunning and bloodthirsty demons be unable to detect that subtle difference, just like sensitive hounds, even the slightest scent of prey cannot escape their sharp sense of smell? That is an instinctive hunt, a wake-up call in the dark, indicating that the symphony of death is quietly playing."

Another elder, the dignified elder, had a voice like a bronze bell, deep and solemn. Every note echoed leisurely in this majestic palace, shaking the shining stars in the dome.

The sound was like the sound of pine waves in a deep mountain valley, thick and powerful, penetrating through the stone walls and permeating every inch of the air, responding to the solemn worry, as if it was the murmur of history, telling of endless wisdom and responsibility.

Every word he said was like a carefully crafted poem, each word was full of gems and powerful, which lifted people's hearts and made their worries disappear quietly in the grand resonance.

He nodded slightly, his eyes like torches, flashing with an incomparably tenacious brilliance: "Our journey leads directly to the volcano that stands tall in the sky. It is like a raging flame, burning on the top of the sky, spewing out boundless passion and desire. That blazing call is an irresistible movement in the heart of every brave man. However, crossing the devil's territory is a necessary test for us to pursue our dreams. There are unrevealed fears and unknowns lurking there, and every inch of land whispers eerie warnings, but all this can only inspire us to have more courage to break out of the cocoon."

He pondered, "Therefore, we must not entrust important tasks to those warriors who can shake mountains and cause storms. Their existence is like a lit match. If they are not careful, they will ignite a turbulent barrel of explosives and cause unwarranted disturbances. Our eyes should be cast on those young people in their prime years with boiling blood in their hearts. Their vitality is like the rising sun, shining brightly. Although they have not experienced wind and rain, they are full of endless possibilities and hope. They are the pillars of the future and the new force to protect peace."

He narrated the story: "They, those fearless warriors, under the pretext of hunting monsters and cultivating themselves, resolutely stepped into the malicious territory. Their steps were firm, and their figures were looming in the alternation of the sun and the moon, like a meteor streaking through the dark night, with endless pride and determination. And those lurking demons were confused by this seemingly ordinary adventure, just like the ignorant sheep on the grassland who accidentally entered the forbidden land of the wolf tribe, completely unaware that the shadow of death was approaching. They silently wove a symphony of power and wisdom, while the demons, in ignorance, waited for the prelude to herald the end."

The eyes of these young people are like the bright stars in the night sky, sparkling with endless hope and vitality. Their steps are as light as the spring breeze blowing across the lake, bringing up ripples full of vitality.

Their hearts beat as powerfully as drums, and every pulse contains a desire for the unknown world and enthusiasm for challenges. It is the unique melody of youth, passionate and determined.

Zhang Tianlong, his image is like a towering mountain that has experienced the baptism of wind and rain, majestic and tall, deep but not without majesty.

His eyes are as deep as an ancient well, hiding countless stories and wisdom. Every wrinkle on his face is a stroke of time, depicting tenacity and determination, like a scroll of history, unfolding his iron-blooded life page by page.

Every smile of his seemed to resonate with the mountains and rivers, and every cough of his was like thunder, shaking people's hearts.

In this solemn and sacred palace, he was suddenly shocked, like a thunder that broke through the silent night sky. At that moment, his figure stood in the golden and magnificent splendor, like an indomitable god of war.

His voice was like steel, sonorous and powerful, echoing in every corner of the hall: "Time waits for no one, and the opportunity cannot be missed. Hesitation will only allow variables to grow, like fallen leaves after the autumn rain, piling up into an insurmountable obstacle. Only by acting decisively and with a thunderous force can our layout be airtight and as indestructible as a rock."

Every word he said was like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts.

He said: "We must act as fast as the wind to escort this ring that carries so much trust, through numerous obstacles, to its destination safely!"

Following his orders, this magnificent empire began to slowly operate like a huge mechanical clock tower. The gears hidden in the darkness, like the mysteries of the universe, meshed silently. Although invisible, their power was enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

The planners' fingers danced on the yellowed parchment, outlining intricate roadmaps that, like galaxy trajectories, foreshadowed an unknown fate.

Young rookies were secretly summoned. They sharpened their will in the flame of hope, with the swords in their hands flashing coldly in the darkness. They were ready for the baptism of the storm.

The planning of each link and the arrangement of each action are carefully crafted, like a dazzling gem in the hands of a craftsman, paving the way to victory for this seemingly ordinary but actually arduous task.

Under the shadow of the demon's territory, a silent war is quietly brewing. Every breath and every heartbeat is like the drumbeat of war, low and powerful.

This is a battle without visible flames, but it is more thrilling than any battlefield filled with smoke.

In this silent confrontation, every tiny movement is a test of courage and wisdom, as well as an ardent desire for victory.