The Great Dream God

The breeze was as delicate as velvet, lightly brushing across Meng Jin's full forehead, carrying the unique coolness and loneliness of late autumn, like a low elegy, quietly taking away his thousands of thoughts and letting them drift in the boundless sky. His eyes were as deep as the stars in the autumn night, staring into the distance, letting the wind tease his clothes, fluttering a series of vivid pictures.

He stood in the center of the grand square, like a silent sculpture, not competing with the world, but carrying a tremendous force. The stone slabs of the square shone with a cold and hard light in the morning light, as if reflecting the unspeakable chill in his heart, a trembling from the depths of his soul, a reverence for the unknown fate, and a fear and expectation for the upcoming challenges.

One hundred charioteers, dressed in luxurious armor, looked solemn and determined, like a group of cavalrymen waiting for orders. Their eyes were piercing as they stared at Meng Jin, as if they were looking for strength and direction from his eyes. They were shouldering not only the delivery of two rings, but also a heavy responsibility, a gamble of life and death, and fate. The chips in this gamble were their courage, their honor, and their inescapable fate.

Among this group of charioteers, all kinds of people gathered together, like a vivid painting, each depicting different colors of life. Those nobles with distinguished backgrounds, their eyes sparkled, like stars inlaid in the night sky, shining with confidence. They regarded this journey as stepping into the battlefield, with a burning desire for honor, ready to write their own glorious chapters with heroic actions and create immortal legendary stories.

The faces of veterans who have been through many battles are calm and peaceful, like the mirror of a lake, reflecting the traces of time and countless wind, frost, rain and snow. Their perseverance is hidden deep in their hearts, and silence is their most powerful weapon. Facing the unknown ahead, they remain unchanged in the face of changes, and use their calmness and composure to deal with all challenges. Their existence itself is a silent declaration, revealing the wisdom of survival and the power of tenacity.

Look at those timid apprentices again. Their eyes reveal fear and confusion, like birds lost in the forest, full of fear and anxiety about the future. Their hands may not be able to hold the heavy reins, but their hearts have already carried too much burden. Although they are afraid, they cannot escape. They must learn to grow in fear, use courage to dispel the haze in their hearts, and find their own path. This is a test of life, and it is also the only way for them to move from immaturity to maturity.

This group of charioteers, no matter whether they are noble or humble, brave or timid, are all under the same sky, driving the chariot of fate together, heading towards the unknown future.

Meng Jin's eyes were as far away as autumn water, slowly sliding across the faces in front of him. Those expressions of determination, doubt, or fear were like a scroll unfolding in his eyes, and every stroke was engraved with the traces of fate. His sight finally stopped at the mottled stone slab under his feet, as if he saw through its vicissitudes and saw the unknown abyss. Deep in his heart, he couldn't help but let out a heavy and long sigh, like the evening bell of an ancient temple, echoing in the silent heart.

"If I could choose, I would like to turn into a flying bird, soaring in the boundless sky, away from the troubles of this world. I would like to be a breeze in the mountains, gently brushing through the treetops, without being tainted by the worldly affairs. However, the rope of fate tightly binds my wings, and the iron order of the empire is like ice, freezing my dream of freedom." His words were like frosty mist at dawn, filled with a faint sadness and helplessness.

The three thousand silver ingots, like a seductive phantom, flashed with cold light, outlining a road full of thorns. He knew very well that it was not a feast of wealth, but a gamble of life and death, and every step was on the edge of a knife. He was unwilling to get involved, but had to move forward. The struggle in his heart was like a candle in the wind, swaying, but tenacious.

"I'm not a coward, it's just the weakness of human nature that makes me afraid of the unknown. However, life is an unavoidable challenge. Even if there is an abyss ahead, I can only hold the sword tightly in my hand and move forward bravely." Meng Jin's eyes became firm, as if he had found a ray of light in the darkness. That was his expectation for the future and his determination.

In this world where prosperity and crisis coexist, Meng Jin's footsteps have not stopped, and his story has just begun.

However, in the face of Meng Jin's worries, Wei Yanren just raised his shoulders lightly, and the movement was like ripples blown by the breeze, light but powerful. He stared at Meng Jin with a deep gaze, and slowly spoke, his words contained endless philosophy and determination: "Meng Jin, your mind seems to be shrouded in haze, too immersed in the abyss of pessimism. In this escort mission, we are not just running for the continuation of life, but wielding swords for the glory and dignity of the empire. This is not just a battle of life and death, but also a competition of honor. It is a magnificent chapter we write on the stage of history with courage and wisdom."

His voice was like a huge bell, resounding through the sky, passing through the whispers of the wind, and striking the depths of everyone's soul. Every word was like a star embedded in the darkness, illuminating the fog in their hearts and inspiring the passion and faith deep in their hearts. It was loyalty to the empire, the pursuit of glory, and a firm recognition of self-worth. Wei Yanren's words, like an exciting war song, awakened their dormant fighting spirit and made them understand that this was not only a battle, but also a search for the meaning of life and a fearless display of self-worth.

The wind in the square is like a melodious symphony, gently blowing through every corner, bringing a deep and mysterious solemnity. This wind seems to carry the murmur of history, echoing endlessly from ancient times to the present. Every driver stands like a sculpture, and their eyes contain their own stories. Some are as hot as the summer sun, and some are as dim as the stars in the winter night, but the fire in their hearts, whether bright or dark, is quietly waiting, waiting for the moment of burning and illuminating their mission.

They are about to set off on a foggy and unknown journey. The fate of each person is like a thread of warp and weft, intertwined and complicated in this escort mission. Their footsteps will tread through wind, frost, rain and snow, their eyes will penetrate darkness and light, and every choice and every persistence will be like a chisel, carving out a magnificent picture of this adventure.