The Great Dream God

In the capital city, Princess Ziyang's face was as gentle and delicate as mutton-fat jade, and as smooth and tender as condensed fat, but now it was covered with a layer of frost-like solemnity. Her beautiful face was as cold and noble as the cold moon, exuding a cold and noble aura, just like the snow lotus on the top of Tianshan Mountain, which made people dare only watch from afar and not approach easily.

She carried Qing Feiyu with her, her figure graceful, her steps light and graceful, each step seemed to have a unique rhythm, slowly climbing up the towering city wall that went straight into the sky. The city wall was so high that it seemed like a stairway to heaven, which was daunting.

Under the city wall, Meng Jin led the army like a surging vast galaxy, or like an endless raging tide, rushing to the capital city with overwhelming force. The mighty army formation was magnificent, magnificent, and shook the world. The military flags fluttered, as if playing a war song in the wind. The soldiers' armor shone coldly in the sun, and their steps were uniform, like an unstoppable torrent of steel. The majestic momentum seemed to swallow up the entire world, making all things in the world tremble in front of this powerful force. This scene, like a magnificent historical picture scroll, shows unparalleled shock and majesty.

Meng Jin's figure is tall and straight, like a towering mountain that rises into the sky, standing proudly between heaven and earth. His figure is tall, his spine is straight, and he exudes an incomparable aura of majesty that makes people afraid. His cold eyes are shining like cold stars, deep and cold, like the ice abyss of the polar regions, staring coldly in the direction of Kyoto City. In his eyes, there seems to be endless coldness and majesty, just like the ice that has not melted for thousands of years, which makes people shudder.

He waved his hand slightly. This seemingly simple action contained endless power and majesty. The soldiers behind him, like a torrent of steel, stopped abruptly at his gesture. The uniform movements, as if done by one person, were so strict that it was truly breathtaking. For a moment, the whole world seemed to be still, and everything was silent, with only the sound of the cold wind whistling in the ears. In this silence, Meng Jin's figure stood out particularly. He was like a lonely monument, standing on this vast land.

Then, Meng Jin walked slowly towards the city gate alone with a firm step like a rock. Each of his steps seemed to carry a huge force. His solid footsteps stomped heavily on the ground, leaving deep marks, as if announcing his unshakable determination and unwavering faith. His steps were steady and powerful, and each step was full of a resolute momentum, as if nothing in the world could stop him from moving forward. His figure cast a long shadow under the sunlight, and the shadow was like a black dragon, winding forward, accompanying his footsteps, stretching towards the unknown front.

Meng Jin exudes an innate aura of a king. His presence seems to overshadow the entire world. His face is resolute, with strong lines, like a knife and an axe, full of power.

When he slowly walked to the city gate, his eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything, were like a sharp blade, and instantly locked onto the graceful Princess Ziyang on the city wall, who looked like a fairy descending from heaven. The corners of his lips slightly raised, outlining a sneer full of contempt, and that smile seemed to contain an ice cave with no bottom, and endless ridicule and contempt were surging in it. He sneered mercilessly: "Princess Ziyang, you are a fickle and shameless woman. You actually tried to seduce others with your unbearable figure. It's really disgusting. Then, at the critical moment, you betrayed me. What you did was really ruthless and unrighteous to the extreme, just like a vicious and cruel snake and scorpion, which makes people shudder!"

His words were like a sharp blade that pierced the bone, carrying a sharp cold wind, piercing directly into the heart of Princess Ziyang without mercy. In an instant, Princess Ziyang seemed to be dragged into an extremely cold ice cellar by an invisible force. The bone-chilling cold quickly spread throughout her body like a tide, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Every word he said was like a sharp ice spike, with a chilling chill, piercing into the heart of Princess Ziyang. Her face turned pale as paper in an instant, bloodless, and her face, which was originally as beautiful as a flower, now looked so haggard. Her eyes were full of pain and despair, a kind of helplessness and sadness after being deeply hurt. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something to defend herself, but facing the accusations and abuses that came like a storm, she found herself unable to refute and could only endure it all silently.

When the soldiers around Princess Ziyang heard this, a subtle smile appeared on their faces involuntarily. The smile seemed slight, but it contained many complex emotions, like a mysterious painting that was hard to understand.

In the eyes of Princess Ziyang, those smiles were like extremely sharp swords, piercing into the depths of her soul without mercy. The blade flashed with a cold light, and every flash seemed to be mocking her mercilessly, piercing her heart fiercely, making her feel an unprecedented humiliation. This humiliation surged into her heart like a tide, making her almost unable to breathe.

Her eyes were burning with raging flames of anger. The flames were so hot that they seemed to be the flames of hell gushing out from the abyss, carrying endless destructive power. The flames jumped and twisted, as if they were going to burn everything in the world to ashes, making the whole world tremble with her anger.

She gritted her teeth, which seemed to be broken, making a "crackling" sound. Her face was distorted by anger, and her originally beautiful face now looked a little hideous. She angrily urged Qing Feiyu beside her: "Go down and fight Meng Jin! I want him to pay a heavy price for his arrogance!" Her voice was full of anger and determination, and the sound was like thunder, exploding in the air with an irresistible force.

Her words seemed like a spell, making the air around her heavy. Every word was like a heavy shell, hitting people's hearts hard, making people feel her inner anger and determination. Her eyes revealed a desperate madness, as if this battle was not just about winning or losing, but also for her dignity and honor. In her heart, only by making Meng Jin pay a painful price can she wash away the humiliation she suffered and vent her anger.