The Great Dream God

Shangguan Ying stood tall on the towering walls of Wolong City. His eyes were deep and solemn, staring at the direction where the Mengjin army left. His heart was like a surging wave, full of endless contradictions and entanglements. He was deeply upset that his carefully planned plan had not been fully realized. The sense of frustration was like a dark cloud, weighing heavily on his heart. However, at the same time, he had unshakable confidence in his own strength in his heart. In his view, Mengjin's retreat was only a temporary escape and a manifestation of the opponent's cowardice. He firmly believed that with his wisdom and strength, Wolong City would be impregnable and able to withstand any further attack from Mengjin. There was a firm light in his eyes, as if he was announcing his determination to the whole world.

Wolong City at night was immersed in a strange silence. The torches on the city wall swayed in the bleak wind, and the weak light struggled in the darkness, as if trying to resist the swallowing of the night. Shangguan Ying's figure seemed more lonely and desolate under the swaying firelight. In his heart, the desire for power burned like a raging fire, and the burning desire almost burned his reason to ashes. And the hatred for the enemy, like a cold current, flowed in his blood, making his heart gradually become twisted. This complex emotion is intertwined, like a dense net, binding him tightly and making him unable to break free.

At the same time, in the distant other side, Qingyue was struggling painfully in the endless darkness. The wounds on his body were like the fangs of a devil, constantly sending waves of severe pain. The pain came in waves like a tide, almost drowning his consciousness and making him almost faint. However, in his heart, a flame of revenge was burning. This flame was hot and strong. It supported Qingyue's weak body and drove him to continue to move forward with difficulty. He knew very well that his current strength was far from enough to compete with Shangguan Ying, but he firmly believed that as long as he worked hard and continuously improved his strength, one day he would become extremely powerful, powerful enough to avenge Shangguan Ying and seek justice for his mother who died unjustly.

In the far north, the biting cold wind was like a sharp blade, cutting the vast land recklessly. Qingfeng walked slowly and hard in the ice and snow. Each of his steps seemed to carry a heavy weight, and his heavy footsteps left deep footprints on the snow. His body had long been eroded by fatigue and pain. He was covered with scars, like a mountain about to collapse, crumbling. However, his faith was as strong as steel. His firm faith supported his almost collapsed body and kept him moving forward.

His haggard face was full of determination and indomitable spirit. His eyes stared firmly ahead, and the distant skyline seemed to be shining with the light of hope in his heart. Deep in his heart, he was full of beautiful visions and eager expectations for the future. He firmly believed that as long as he could reach Kyoto and seek refuge with Princess Ziyang, he would be able to find an opportunity to change his fate and realize his revenge plan that was buried deep in his heart. This belief was like a blazing fire, burning in his heart, providing him with endless strength and courage, allowing him to bravely move forward on this difficult journey and never give up.

Shangguan Ying, this name is like a terrible curse, constantly echoing in Qingyue's heart, and each echo is like a heavy hammer, hitting his soul hard. Whenever he thinks of this name, endless anger and hatred will surge in his heart. Shangguan Ying's smug smile, the extremely contemptuous eyes, and the cruel and ruthless methods involuntarily emerged in his mind. These painful memories are like sharp thorns, deeply piercing his heart, making him fall into endless pain. He knows clearly that he is still too weak to confront Shangguan Ying head-on. However, he firmly believes that as long as he persists in practicing hard, one day, he will have enough power to make Shangguan Ying pay a painful price for his actions and make him regret it.

This vast land seems to be caught in an endless dispute. The various forces are like ghosts hidden in the depths of darkness, and they are engaged in a fierce competition with each other. The power and conspiracy are intertwined, weaving into an intricate and dense net that covers the whole world and makes it impossible to escape. Justice and evil constantly collide on this land, blooming dazzling sparks and illuminating this dark world. In this turbulent and chaotic world, everyone is struggling for their own beliefs and goals. They are either for supreme power, or for mountains of wealth, or for supreme honor, or for unforgettable revenge. And this dispute is destined to trigger a bloody storm, dyeing this land blood red and making the whole world tremble.

After Mengjin resolutely made the decision to retreat, the army rushed towards the outside of Wolong City like a surging and boundless tide with a majestic momentum that could destroy the world and overwhelm the mountains and seas. The mighty momentum was like the roar of thunder, shaking the heaven and earth. The earth trembled violently under their iron hooves, as if trembling with fear at this powerful and terrifying force. The wind whistled wildly in their ears, as if playing a magnificent war song for them, adding a tragic color to their departure.

Originally, Shangguan Ying, who was extremely intelligent and far-sighted, had sent urgent letters for help to the city lords of other city-states in Wolongyuan early on. His plan was like a carefully planned and well-planned chess game. Every step was carefully considered, and every detail was considered meticulously by him without any omissions. He deeply understood that Mengjin was an extremely powerful opponent. If he wanted to defeat it completely, his own strength alone was far from enough. He must unite the strength of other city-states to fight against this powerful enemy together. Therefore, he spared no time and energy to communicate and negotiate with the city lords of other city-states for a long and difficult time. In this process, he gave full play to his wisdom and eloquence, and finally succeeded in persuading them to join his camp to fight against Mengjin's army together.

Shangguan Ying and his men had been preparing for a long time and had been quietly lying in ambush, like a cheetah hiding in the dark, patiently waiting for the best opportunity. Their eyes were shining with greed and desire, and that light was full of eager anticipation for victory, infinite yearning for glory, and strong desire for wealth. Their hearts were filled with deep hatred and endless fear for Meng Jin. They knew clearly that Meng Jin was a powerful and formidable opponent. If they could not defeat him completely, then what awaited them would be a catastrophe. Therefore, they must go all out and pay all costs to completely eliminate Meng Jin and his army without leaving any room for them.

During this long wait, Shangguan Ying always remained highly vigilant.