The Great Dream God

In the bustling and bustling Kyoto, the sunlight is like golden sand, falling on the ancient and deep streets. The vicissitudes of time have left deep marks on the mottled walls and stone roads. At this moment, the reflection of the sun makes these marks even clearer, as if telling stories of the past.

Princess Ziyang, a noble and cold woman with a distinguished family background, was sitting in her magnificent mansion. The mansion was magnificent, with carved beams and painted rafters, showing a noble atmosphere. The princess was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe with exquisite patterns embroidered on it. Her hair was tied up high with a dazzling golden hairpin. Her face was beautiful but with a hint of majesty and dissatisfaction. Her eyes were deep and sharp, revealing a momentum that made people dare not approach easily.

At this time, Bluebird, who had returned from the defeat, stepped into the mansion in a miserable state. His clothes were ragged, and his once bright armor was now in tatters, stained with blood and dirt. The scars on his body were crisscrossed and clearly visible, which were the marks of the cruelty of war. His eyes were full of fatigue and regret, and his once bright eyes became dim.

When Princess Ziyang saw Qingniao like this, the disappointment in her heart was like a surging tide. Her face suddenly became gloomy, like a sky covered with dark clouds, so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out.

"You useless person, you actually escaped back in such a miserable state!" Princess Ziyang's voice was cold and sharp, like a sharp blade, piercing Qingniao's heart. Her tone was full of anger and contempt, as if Qingniao was a sinner who had committed an unforgivable crime.

Qingniao knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and his body trembled slightly. He said in a trembling voice: "Princess, this defeat is my fault. But please give me another chance, next time I will definitely succeed in killing Meng Jin and avenge my previous shame!" There was a glimmer of determination in his eyes, and although the light was weak, it was like a ray of dawn in the darkness. He prayed for the forgiveness of Princess Ziyang, hoping to get a chance to prove himself again.

However, Princess Ziyang was not moved by his words. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a contemptuous smile, which was like frost in the cold winter, chilling people. "Hmph, you incompetent person, how dare you talk about the next time?" Her words were full of ridicule and disdain, as if the oath of the blue bird was just an empty lie. After that, she waved her hand to signal her men, "Hang him on the pear tree and whip him hard with a whip!" Her voice was cold and ruthless, without the slightest mercy.

After receiving the order, the men rushed towards the blue bird like wolves and tigers. Their eyes were full of indifference and ferocity, as if the blue bird was just a worthless object. They dragged the blue bird out mercilessly and walked straight to the tree full of white pear flowers. The pear tree was tall and straight, and the flowers were as white as snow, swaying gently in the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance. However, the beautiful scenery at this moment formed a sharp contrast with the cruel scene that was about to happen.

The men hung Bluebird roughly on the tree. His body swayed in the air, looking so helpless and insignificant. Princess Ziyang personally picked up a whip, which was made of tough leather, and the handle was inlaid with gems, flashing a cold light. She swung the whip vigorously, and the whip danced in the air like a venomous snake, making a "swooshing" sound. Then, the whip fell hard on Bluebird's body.

"Pah!" A crisp sound echoed in the air, as if the bell of hell was ringing. A blood mark suddenly appeared on the body of the blue bird, and the blood mark was like a hideous scar, shocking. He cried out in pain: "I am a member of the blue bird tribe, Lord Ziyang, you should not treat me like this!" His voice echoed in the empty courtyard, with endless pain and despair. However, the heart of the Princess Ziyang was as cold as a stone, and was not moved by his cry at all.

Princess Ziyang sneered, "The Bluebird Clan? They are nothing more than my slaves!" Her words were as piercing as the cold wind, and Bluebird's heart completely fell into the abyss of despair. Her eyes were full of arrogance and disdain, as if the Bluebird Clan were just a group of insignificant ants in her eyes.

After a severe beating, the bruised and battered Bluebird was thrown out of the mansion like garbage. He struggled to get up, dragging his wounded body, and walked step by step towards the Bluebird clan's manor. Each of his steps seemed so heavy, as if the land under his feet was laughing at his failure and humiliation.

When Bluebird returned to the Bluebird clan's manor, the sky had gradually darkened. Although the buildings in the manor were not as gorgeous as the residence of Princess Ziyang, they were full of warmth and tranquility. However, at this moment, the manor was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

The elders had been waiting anxiously in the hall. The hall was simple and solemn, with portraits of the ancestors of the Bluebird tribe hanging on the walls, as if silently watching everything. Seeing the miserable state of the Bluebird, the anger in the hearts of the elders erupted like a volcano.

"How can Princess Ziyang treat us Qingque people like this!" An elder angrily slammed the table, his eyes flashing with anger, his face turned red with anger. His voice echoed in the hall, full of anger and dissatisfaction.

"But what can we do? We still need to rely on Princess Ziyang to regain control of the Qingque clan's artifact!" Another elder sighed helplessly. His eyes were full of helplessness and sadness, as if they had fallen into a dilemma that they could not escape.

The hall was filled with a depressing atmosphere, and everyone fell silent. After a long while, an elderly elder slowly spoke: "Bluebird, you have to be patient. For the future of the Bluebird tribe, we must temporarily endure all this." His voice was low and hoarse, full of vicissitudes and helplessness.

Bluebird gritted his teeth, tears flashing in his eyes, and nodded, "I understand, elders. I will be patient. One day, our Bluebird tribe will get rid of this humiliating fate!" Although his voice was weak, it was full of firm belief.

In the dim light, the figure of the Bluebird looked particularly lonely and determined. He knew that he was carrying the hope of the entire Bluebird tribe, and he had to persevere no matter how difficult it was. His eyes flashed with an unyielding light, like a flame burning in the darkness, illuminating the way forward.

The night gradually deepened, and the whole manor was immersed in silence. Only in the Bluebird's room, a faint light was still flickering. He lay on the bed, and the pain in his body made it difficult for him to fall asleep. He recalled his failure on the battlefield and the coldness and ruthlessness of Princess Ziyang, and his heart was filled with pain and regret. However, he was not defeated by these setbacks. He knew that he had to become stronger in order to win dignity and honor for the Bluebird clan.

In the distant horizon, a meteor streaked across the night sky, as if it was a revelation from heaven to the Bluebird. He silently made a wish, hoping that the Bluebird tribe could get rid of the predicament and rise again as soon as possible.