The Great Dream God

"This door is indeed strong, but I won't give up!" Meng Jin said gritting his teeth. There was no sign of retreat in his eyes, but it made him more determined to open the door.

Meng Jin was not discouraged, his eyes were still full of determination. He began to punch the door again and again. Each punch contained all his strength, and each punch was accompanied by a dull "boom" sound.

The sound echoed in the basement, as if it was his inner cry, his struggle against fate. His sweat fell like rain, dripping on the ground, splashing tiny water droplets.

Under the shining light, the water splashes were like crystal clear pearls, blooming and disappearing in an instant. But he still did not stop, he had only one belief in his heart, that is to open this door and find what he was looking for.

"I must find a way to lift the curse on the soldiers!" Meng Jin's eyes flashed with determination, and that light was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating his way forward. His heart was filled with concern and worry for the soldiers. He knew that only by finding a way to lift the curse could they get rid of their pain and regain their freedom.

With Meng Jin's unremitting efforts, the solid door finally couldn't bear the strong force and began to show more cracks. Those cracks spread on the door like spider webs, as if they were the lines of fate, telling a story of unyielding struggle.

"It's almost done!" Meng Jin shouted excitedly, his voice full of joy and anticipation. He looked at the increasing number of cracks on the door, and his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment. He knew that his efforts were not in vain, and he was about to open this door to hope.

As the cracks spread like snakes, the solid door could no longer withstand the overwhelming force. With a loud bang, it was like a collapsed mountain, turning into scattered fragments. The deafening sound was like an exciting victory song, echoing violently in the deep basement, and the lingering sound was endless.

Meng Jin stepped into the mysterious room as he wished. In the room, a stale smell slowly spread like a hazy veil.

That atmosphere seems to carry the vicissitudes and heaviness of the long years, making people feel as if they are in a time tunnel of the past, hazy and unreal.

In this pervasive atmosphere, Mengjin seems to be able to truly touch the silent flow of time. It is an indescribable wonderful feeling, as if the wheel of time is slowly rolling before one's eyes.

He seemed to be able to hear the low and distant whispers of history. The sound seemed to come from a distant time and space, carrying the accumulation of years and the memory of history, like an ancient and mysterious piece of music, quietly playing in this quiet room.

"What's in this room?" Meng Jin looked around curiously. Faint lights flickered on the walls, dancing in the dark like fireflies, adding a mysterious atmosphere to the room. These lights were like dreamy elves, jumping and flickering on the walls, as if telling ancient and mysterious stories.

In the center of the room, there is a platform with a treasure chest on it. The surface of the treasure chest is inlaid with various precious gems, which sparkle brilliantly like bright stars. The treasure chest is surrounded by exquisite patterns, which are lifelike, as if telling an ancient legend. These patterns have smooth lines and colorful colors, full of artistic charm and mysterious atmosphere.

Meng Jin walked slowly towards the treasure chest, his steps light and firm. His eyes were full of anticipation, a desire for the unknown and a yearning for treasure. His heartbeat quickened, as if he could hear his own heartbeat echoing in the silent room.

"Will this contain what I want?" Meng Jin was full of anticipation. His heart was full of anticipation, a desire for the unknown and a yearning for treasure. He stretched out his shaking hands, which were trembling slightly because of excitement. His fingers gently touched the surface of the treasure chest, feeling the cold touch and the smoothness of the gems.

"I hope this is the key to lift the curse," Meng Jin said softly. His voice was full of hope and prayer, as if this treasure chest held all his dreams and expectations.

He gently opened the treasure chest, and a dazzling light shot out from the treasure chest, illuminating the entire room. The light was like a sacred radiance, dispelling the darkness and making people feel the power of hope. Under the illumination of this light, Meng Jin's face looked particularly solemn and sacred.

Meng Jin took a closer look and saw a parchment scroll inside the treasure chest. The scroll exuded an ancient atmosphere, as if it carried countless secrets. The surface of the scroll was a light yellow color, which was a trace of time and the precipitation of history.

"What is this?" Meng Jin picked up the scroll in confusion. He carefully observed the scroll, trying to find some clues from it. The edges of the scroll were a little worn, as if it had been baptized by countless years.

He carefully took out the parchment scroll, unfolded it, and an expression of surprise immediately appeared on his face.

"This is actually the treasure map of Yinyang City!" Meng Jin said excitedly. His voice was full of joy and excitement, as if he had discovered a treasure of the highest order. The treasure map was painted with complex lines and mysterious symbols, as if it was a code leading to endless treasures. These lines were winding and like a maze, dazzling; those symbols were mysterious and seemed to contain endless power and wisdom.

Meng Jin had never thought that there were so many treasures hidden in this Yin Yang City. His heart was filled with emotion and surprise, and he knew that this treasure map would bring him unlimited possibilities.

"Great! With this treasure map, maybe we can find a way to lift the curse on the soldiers!" Meng Jin said excitedly. His heart was filled with joy and excitement, and that joy flowed through his heart like a spring. He seemed to see the hope of lifting the curse on the soldiers, and that hope was like a bright light, illuminating his way forward.

"But this is just the beginning, there are more challenges ahead," Meng Jin said calmly. He knew that although he had found the treasure map, the road ahead was still full of hardships and difficulties.

Meng Jin put away the parchment scroll and put it in his arms. He felt the weight of the scroll and felt a sense of responsibility and mission in his heart.

"I must lead everyone out of this predicament!" Meng Jin vowed secretly. His eyes were full of determination and resolve, which was his promise to himself and to the soldiers.

He returned along the same path, his figure looking particularly firm in the darkness. His steps were steady and powerful, as if every step was full of strength and confidence. His figure looked particularly tall and majestic under the light.

Finally, he returned to the ground, and the sunshine shone on him, bringing him a touch of warmth and hope.