The Great Dream God

Meng Jin, the unknown soldier among the ranks of hundreds of people, slowly raised his head at this moment, and his forehead soaked with crystal sweat was like a shining pearl inlaid in armor.

He stared intently at the blazing sun in the sky. The scorching sunlight pierced into his soul like a sharp arrow and burned his heart.

He whispered softly, his words full of helplessness and resistance to the scorching heat: "Isn't this scorching world an endless furnace? Why can't I find a shade to give my tired body a moment of peace?" The notes of dissatisfaction and fatigue echoed in the heat wave like a tragic summer elegy.

Wei Yanren, the tough guy who had been through many battles, showed endless helplessness at this moment. He shook his head gently and let out a long sigh, like the hum of autumn wind blowing through fallen leaves: "On weekdays, when facing those escort missions that were full of thorns and dangers, even when the sun was scorching and the hot sun was burning your skin like a branding iron, there was never a trace of resentment in your eyes. Your resolute back was like a pine tree on a cliff, standing proudly and unyielding. But today, why are you so hesitant, like a frightened fledgling, shrinking back? This question carries my doubts about you and is also full of my puzzlement."

Deep in Meng Jin's pupils, like the autumn sky, reflected endless ripples of fear, a tremor that went straight to the depths of the soul.

What they are about to set foot in is the legendary demon territory, a dark territory shrouded in the fog of death. It is like the edge of hell, devouring every life that dares to challenge it.

There, the laughter of the demons reverberated like a chilling wind, and every inch of land was soaked with the juice of despair. It was the nightmare of all living things and the testing ground for the brave. Once they set foot on this ominous land, the group of humans might collapse instantly under the fury of the demon lords, and be swept away by the boundless malice until they were reduced to ashes, and even the last wailing could not leave a single echo.

This is a life-or-death gamble, with life and death hanging by a thread, the balance of fate wavering, and no one can predict the outcome.

He retorted: "When we carry out missions on the land of the human empire, the danger we face is minimal. But now, we are going deep into the devil's lair, and you are so excited. Don't you care about your own safety at all?" As he spoke, Meng Jin's worry was like boiling lava, evident in his words.

Upon hearing this, Wei Yanren couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and his tone revealed a hint of sarcasm: "You are so timid, you don't have the courage and guts that a man should have!" His eyes were full of disappointment in Meng Jin.

Meng Jin lowered his head and nodded silently, as if in self-denial: "You are a man, every one of you is, only I am a coward." His voice was low, but full of self-mockery, as if he was laughing at his own weakness.

In the bustling crowd, Sun Yifang in a blue dress and Zhang Duanyin in a red gown were like a vivid painting, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Sun Yifang, his robe was as blue as the deep sea, embroidered with silver cloud patterns, reflecting his majestic yet elegant temperament, just like the bright moon rising in the sky, overflowing with light.

Zhang Duanyin, wearing a red gown, was as bright in color as the sunset under the scorching sun, warm and respectful. His eyes were always on Sun Yifang, as if he was the bright North Star, guiding the direction.

Although their conversation was whispered, it was as clear and pleasant as the sound of pearls falling on a plate, attracting two people who happened to stop and listen.

Zhang Duan's words were full of respect and flattery for Sun Yifang. Every word revealed his loyal submission. His attitude was humble, like Sun Yifang's shadow, following closely behind him, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Sun Yifang, on the other hand, was calm and composed, and his words revealed the profoundness of a wise man and the demeanor of a leader. His words were like flowing poetry that made people intoxicated.

The sunlight sprinkled on the wide avenue like golden threads, and the warm light weaved a brilliant scene in the air, as if mocking those who indulged in pessimism.

Sun Yifang stood in the sun, but the dazzling light failed to illuminate the mockery in his eyes.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a disdainful sneer, that sneer was like an icicle in winter, cold, hard and sharp, piercing people's hearts.

Zhang Duanyin on the side nodded slightly, his eyes flickering with approval, like the stars in the dark night, small but firm.

He turned to Sun Yifang, his tone was a little reproachful, but also full of thoughtful wisdom: "Look at him, he always speaks so depressed, as if the world owes him something. How can he be a young man full of vigor and vitality? Young people should be full of passion and move forward courageously, not be so listless."

Sun Yifang's sneer was even worse. Behind that sneer was contempt for negative attitudes and persistence in passion for life.

Sun Yifang nodded gently, his eyes as deep as an ancient well, and his words contained endless wisdom and insight: "The empire at this moment is like a big ship in the wind and rain, tossed and turned in the torrent of history. This is an era of heroes. Every young man with lofty ambitions and a strong determination to make progress will stand up in this turbulent moment, like a pillar in the stream, turning the tide."

"There is a blazing fire in their eyes, which is the expectation for the future, the loyalty to the country and the desire for honor."

"Their steps are firm and resolute. They are not afraid of difficulties or hardships, because they know that only in this way can they lead the empire through darkness and reach the other side of light."

"This is not simply a pursuit of personal fame, but using our flesh and blood to build a solid barrier against danger and allow the glory of the empire to continue."

Zhang Duanyin's eyes were deep, as if he was looking for the light of truth in endless wisdom. He said slowly: "That's right, brother. Your insights are like the dawn, illuminating our way forward." His words were like a gurgling stream, flowing with thoughtful wisdom.

"In this era, every ambitious person should be like us, with an eager anticipation for an unknown journey, just like an eagle spreading its wings, eager to soar into the sky. Their eyes are burning with the flames of passion, and their hearts are full of determination to move forward." His words unfolded like a scroll, vividly depicting pictures of enterprising people.

However, he changed the subject, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "Look at that man again, he only cares about his own safety, as if the candle of life is so weak that it can only illuminate his own corner. How pathetic it is to be so timid! Death, to him, seems to be more frightening than the collapse of the sky and the earth. If it were a woman, fear of life and death could be understood as a weak nature, but as a tall and strong man, he is as timid as a mouse. This is cowardice that is hard to let go!" His words were sharp, like a sword pointing directly at people's hearts, making people think deeply.

Zhang Duanyin's words are like a mirror, reflecting the light and darkness of human nature. While people appreciate the beauty of his words, they also deeply feel the sharpness of his thoughts.