The Great Dream God

In the bustling and noisy Kyoto, Meng Jin and Zhang Tianlong were like two frightened hares, running away in panic. The city was bustling with people and traffic, and the streets were crowded with people and noises. However, they had no time to pay attention to the hustle and bustle around them, and their hearts were filled with deep fear of the impending crisis.

Zhang Tianlong gasped and shouted loudly: "Escape from Kyoto City! We still have a chance and can fight back!" His voice seemed particularly abrupt in the noisy environment, but it revealed a sense of determination.

Meng Jin responded: "I understand!" His voice sounded a little tired, but there was still a hint of determination in his eyes.

The bright sunshine poured down on the streets and alleys of Kyoto, and the golden light seemed to want to warm every corner. However, this warm sunshine could not penetrate the coldness in Meng Jin and Zhang Tianlong's hearts. Their clothes became messy during the rapid running, and their hair fluttered in the wind like dancing catkins. Their eyes revealed despair and helplessness, as if the whole world was judging them mercilessly.

The gears of fate turned mercilessly, and it seemed that they had no intention of letting them go. Princess Ziyang appeared in front of them like a cold god, with endless majesty and oppression, and completely cut off their retreat. Her figure was like a towering mountain, which was daunting. Meng Jin and Zhang Tianlong were blocked in a narrow alley. The alley was dark and damp, and the walls were covered with dark green moss, exuding a decayed smell. The moss was like a trace of time, telling the vicissitudes and loneliness of this place. There was a dull smell in the air, as if it was a true portrayal of their desperate situation.

Zhang Tianlong knew that there was no way out. The grief and anger in his heart burst out like a surging tide, turning into a powerful force. He roared, and the sound echoed in the alley like thunder. The long sword in his hand flashed a cold light in the sun. He swung the long sword with all his strength, and sword energy shot out like a silver snake. The sword energy was extremely sharp, carrying his last glimmer of hope and determination, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving tiny cracks.

However, Princess Ziyang only smiled contemptuously. Her smile was like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, beautiful but chilling. Her figure was graceful, like a willow in the wind, yet full of endless power. She waved her hand gently, and the seemingly mighty sword energy was like fragile glass, shattered in front of her in an instant, turning into countless shining points of light, dissipating in the air like a dream. The light points were as bright as stars, but disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if they had never existed.

Princess Ziyang walked towards Zhang Tianlong with graceful steps. Her steps were as light as a swallow, but seemed to carry a great force. Every step was like a heavy hammer, pressing heavily on Zhang Tianlong's heart. His breathing became rapid, as heavy as pulling a bellows, and sweat slid down his forehead like rain, soaking his clothes. But his eyes still flashed with an unyielding light, that light was like a burning flame, and even in this desperate predicament, it still refused to extinguish.

Princess Ziyang came to Zhang Tianlong. There was no mercy in her eyes, only endless indifference. Her beautiful face was like a cold mask, making it impossible to see any emotion in her heart. She suddenly raised her fist, which was shining with mysterious light, like a bright pearl, but it contained the power to destroy the world. There was only a dull sound, like thunder exploding in the ears, and Princess Ziyang's fist pierced Zhang Tianlong's chest like a cannonball.

Zhang Tianlong's body was shaking violently, as if he had been electrocuted. A stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, like a blooming red lotus, gorgeous and sad. The blood drew a graceful arc in the air, and then fell to the ground like raindrops. His eyes gradually became blurred, and the breath of life was fading away quickly. He felt his body become extremely heavy, as if the whole world was leaving him. His vision began to blur, and the scene in front of him became distorted and illusory.

Countless images flashed through Zhang Tianlong's mind. He thought of his former family, a life full of hope and sunshine. He longed to become a great emperor, assist the people, and go down in history. He thought of the partners who had fought together. They had fought side by side and faced countless difficulties and challenges together. They laughed together, cried together, and spent countless unforgettable days and nights together. He thought of those good times, those days full of sunshine and warmth, and those moments that once made him feel extremely happy. However, all of this was like a dream bubble, gradually shattered and disappeared before his eyes.

Meng Jin witnessed all this, his heart was filled with fear and grief. His eyes were full of despair and helplessness. He wanted to rush up to help Zhang Tianlong, but found that his legs were like being pressed down by lead blocks and he couldn't move at all. His body kept shaking, as if he was in a world of ice and snow. He could only watch Zhang Tianlong's life gradually fade away under the attack of Princess Ziyang, but he was powerless. His heart was full of regret and self-blame. If they had not made that choice, if they could be more cautious, if they could have more powerful strength, perhaps all this would not have happened. However, it is too late to say anything now, and he can only bear it all silently.

Princess Ziyang slowly retracted her fist, and Zhang Tianlong's body fell to the ground like a puddle of mud. His eyes had lost their luster, and only the blood at the corner of his mouth still told of his past struggles. The blood was like a tragic epic, recording the last moment of his life.

At this time, the alley was dead silent. The sunlight seemed to be shocked by this tragic scene and quietly hid in the clouds. Only the cold figure of Princess Ziyang and the desperate eyes of Meng Jin were still in this dark corner, witnessing this tragic ending. Princess Ziyang's figure was like a sculpture, standing there quietly, and there was still no emotional fluctuation in her eyes, as if all this had nothing to do with her. Meng Jin slumped on the ground, his eyes were empty, as if his soul had left his body. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just let out a helpless sigh.

The wind blew quietly, bringing up a cloud of dust. The dust danced in the air, as if it was Zhang Tianlong's soul that had not yet dissipated. The alley was filled with a sad atmosphere that made people feel suffocated. Meng Jin's tears slid down her cheeks, dripped onto the ground, and merged with Zhang Tianlong's blood. Those tears were like crystal pearls, but they could not undo what had happened.