The Great Dream God

When the old man, who had experienced countless hardships, slowly and solemnly stretched out his hands, which were covered with wrinkles like ravines and carried the traces of time, the whole world seemed to hold its breath. His movements were gentle and cautious, as if what he held in his hands was not an ordinary bottle, but the fate of the whole world. The bottle, shrouded in a mysterious halo, exuded an ancient and profound breath, as if telling endless stories.

The old man gently opened the lid of the mysterious bottle, and at that moment, an extremely powerful force that seemed to come from ancient times surged out like a wild horse. This force was magnificent and vast, as if it contained the original energy of the entire universe. With an unstoppable momentum, it instantly spread across the vast space like a surging tide, overwhelming the mountains and seas.

This force was like a violent hurricane, carrying the power to destroy everything, sweeping everything around it crazily. The air seemed to be distorted by this force, making sharp whistles, as if announcing to the world that it was irresistible. The surrounding objects trembled under the impact of this force, as if they were surrendering to this great power.

The old man deeply felt the majesty and power of this force. His originally cloudy eyes were now wide open, full of astonishment and shock. His eyes seemed to be ignited by this force, flashing with a fiery light, which contained awe for unknown forces and a desire for a new world. His face showed a look of surprise and joy, which was like a vivid painting, delicately showing the indescribable shock and irrepressible joy of human beings when facing unknown forces.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was shocked by this powerful force and was speechless for a moment. Those trembling lips seemed to be silently telling the magnificent waves in his heart. His body also trembled slightly involuntarily, as if he was having a silent dialogue with this power.

As this mysterious power continued to flow in, the old man's body underwent earth-shaking changes. His hair, originally as white as snow, gradually turned from pale to black, as if under a spell. The black hair was as soft as silk, shining with a mysterious and charming luster, like the stars in the night, dazzling. Each hair seemed to contain endless vitality, and under the nourishment of this mysterious power, it glowed with vigorous vitality.

His skin also became firm and elastic. The wrinkles that were originally like ravines and crisscrosses gradually disappeared like smoothed paper. His smooth skin was as delicate as mutton-fat jade, emitting a soft glow, as if time had flowed back on him, bringing him back to his youth. His face glowed with youthful radiance, and he miraculously regained his youth!

The old man's voice trembled with excitement. The voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the empty space: "The bottle contains nothing else, but the inheritance of the ancient Yin-Yang God!" His words were full of awe and gratitude for this mysterious power, as if he was paying tribute to this great power. The voice stirred in the air, like an impassioned hymn, praising this great miracle.

However, at this moment full of miracles and surprises, a discordant note sounded quietly. Meng Jin, a seemingly ordinary yet mysterious man, showed the old man a strange smile. That smile was like a deep puzzle, elusive, as if hiding countless secrets and conspiracies. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a subtle arc, which contained an indescribable meaning that made people shudder.

Before the old man could recover from his sudden smile, Meng Jin asked him to slap him in an unquestionable tone. The old man was immediately filled with doubts. His joy at having gained mysterious power was broken by this inexplicable request. He looked at Meng Jin puzzledly, trying to find the answer from his eyes. However, there was only determination in Meng Jin's eyes, without any explanation or hesitation.

Under Meng Jin's firm gaze, the old man did as Meng Jin asked, although he was full of doubts. When his palm fell on his face, a strange feeling instantly spread throughout his body. He opened his eyes wide in surprise, because he found that his body seemed to be no longer under his control, as if there was an invisible force controlling his every move.

It turned out that Meng Jin had hidden a secret in the bottle. This was not something else, but a slave contract that he often used, and this time the slave contract was called the Ancient Slave Contract, which had a powerful power to control the soul. This driver, whose strength had reached the SSS level, became Meng Jin's slave without knowing it. This was a carefully planned conspiracy, and the old man fell into this trap without knowing it.

Meng Jin immediately ordered him to help him remove the zombie curse without hesitation. Although the old man was unwilling, he had no choice but to obey the order under the strong constraints of the contract. He mobilized the mysterious power he had just obtained in his body and tried to remove the zombie curse on Meng Jin. The power surged in his body, like a hot magma, full of endless energy.

The old man closed his eyes tightly and muttered something in a low and mysterious voice, as if it was a spell from ancient times. He kept making various mysterious gestures with his hands, and those gestures were like the twinkling stars in the night sky, containing endless mysteries. As he moved, a mysterious light emanated from his hands and gradually enveloped Meng Jin's body.

The light was dazzling, like a blazing sun, emitting dazzling brilliance. Under the shining of this light, the zombie curse on Meng Jin began to slowly dissipate, and his body gradually returned to normal. His originally pale skin gradually regained its color, his stiff joints became flexible, and his eyes were rejuvenated with vitality and vigor.

However, Meng Jin's desire was not satisfied. He asked the old man to solve the curse of his soldiers. Although the old man was extremely reluctant, he could not resist the power of the contract and could only obey the order. The old man once again exerted the mysterious power, this time targeting Meng Jin's soldiers.

His eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and fatigue, but his movements were without hesitation. He did the same thing, and once again emitted a mysterious light from his hands, enveloping the cursed soldiers. The light was like a warm veil, gently covering the soldiers. Under the illumination of this light, the curse on the soldiers began to gradually dissipate, and their bodies gradually recovered.

The soldiers, who were originally haggard and weak, gradually regained their vitality under the nourishment of this mysterious power. Their skin became smooth and elastic, and their eyes were filled with hope and courage again. They looked at the old man with gratitude. Although they knew that this was not the old man's original intention, they were still full of gratitude for this hard-earned health.

After successfully solving these thorny problems, Meng Jin's eyes became deeper and sharper. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all the fog and see through all the truths in the world. He asked the old man why Yin Yang City became what it was.

The old man sighed, his eyes revealing endless vicissitudes and helplessness. His originally bright eyes now dimmed, as if he was recalling those unbearable past events. He slowly said: "This is because the inheritance of the ancient Yin and Yang God unfortunately fell into the hands of a group of monks. These monks were blinded by greed and tried to use the power of the Yin and Yang God to realize the absurd dream of eternal life."

The old man's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was telling a tragic story. "Those monks, they wore robes, but they had evil thoughts in their hearts. They thought they could control the power of the Yin-Yang God, but they never thought that their greed would eventually anger the Yin-Yang God and they were severely cursed by the God."

"They reaped the fruits of their own evil deeds and turned into zombies. Every night, a strange white mist would fill the entire Yinyang City, drifting from the Jade Dragon Temple. The mist was like a thick curtain, covering the entire Yinyang City, plunging the city into endless fear and despair."

"The streets are filled with a decayed atmosphere, and the houses are dilapidated, as if telling the story of the city's former glory and current decline. People live in fear and dare not go out at night for fear of being swallowed by the strange fog."

After listening to the old man's story, Meng Jin fell into deep thought. His eyes revealed a trace of sadness and anger. He thought of the children who died unjustly in the temple. Those innocent lives disappeared in the greed and desire of the monks, which filled his heart with grief and anger.