The Great Dream God

"I won't give up so easily!" Qing Feiyu gritted his teeth and said, his determined eyes burning with unyielding flames, as if he wanted to burn everything in the world. His hands danced quickly, like a nimble butterfly dancing among the flowers, controlling the glass around him.

"Listen to my orders, transform into the sharpest weapons and attack Mengjin!" Qing Feiyu shouted loudly, his voice full of determination and firmness. Under his exquisite control, the glass was like a group of extremely agile flying elves, flashing with icy cold light. They rushed towards Mengjin like a gust of wind with overwhelming force, and the air seemed to be cut wherever they passed, making a sharp whistling sound.

However, Meng Jin's body seemed to be closely guarded by a mysterious invisible force. The glass that struck him like lightning did not leave even the slightest trace. His body was like an indestructible fortress that could not be shaken by any attack.

"How could this happen?" Qing Feiyu's face became paler and paler, like a bloodless white paper. His heart was shrouded in the haze of despair. The dark emotions spread rapidly like vines, tightly binding his mind. He watched Meng Jin approaching step by step. The heavy steps, every step was like stepping on his heart, bringing endless fear and despair. The footsteps were like the bells of hell, and every sound was announcing that his doomsday was approaching.

Finally, Meng Jin stood before Qing Feiyu like a towering mountain. His strong arms, as hard as iron pliers, ruthlessly grasped Qing Feiyu's neck. The power of his palm seemed to be able to crush steel, making it impossible for Qing Feiyu to break free.

"Ahem..." Qing Feiyu suddenly found it difficult to breathe, as if the air in the whole world was sucked out in an instant, and his throat made a painful sound. His eyes were filled with endless fear and despair, which was a deep fear of death, as if he saw the dark abyss beckoning to him.

"I...I'm not willing to accept this..." Qing Feiyu said with difficulty, as if he had exhausted all his strength in every word. His voice was filled with endless pain and hatred, which was the reluctance to accept his fate and the anger at his own inability to change.

"Humph, do you think you can resist me?" Meng Jin sneered, his eyes full of disdain. His gaze was like a cold blade, piercing straight at Qing Feiyu, making his soul tremble.

At the last moment of his life, a raging fire of resentment ignited in Qing Feiyu's heart. The fire burned his soul, filling his heart with pain and anger.

"Princess Ziyang, you are such a bitch with a heart as vicious as a snake and scorpion! And I myself, so powerless, so weak and incompetent!" Qing Feiyu's voice was filled with endless pain and hatred, and his eyes flashed with madness. His words were like sharp daggers, stabbing fiercely into the void, as if to vent all the resentment in his heart.

"Meng Jin, I will give you all my power, and I only ask one thing of you. Help me kill that bitch Princess Ziyang!" Qing Feiyu used up the last bit of strength in his body and squeezed out these words from between his teeth. His eyes were full of expectation and pleading, as if this was his last hope.

Meng Jin stared at Qing Feiyu, and a complex and incomprehensible look flashed across his eyes, with pity, hesitation, and a subtle determination. His eyes were like deep lake water, making it impossible to see through his true thoughts.

"Why do you need me to help you?" Meng Jin asked, his voice low and magnetic, as if carrying an invisible pressure.

"Because only you have the strength!" Qing Feiyu panted and said with difficulty, "And, this is my last wish..." His eyes were full of determination, which was a desire for revenge and a hope for liberation.

Meng Jin was silent for a moment, and the brief silence seemed to freeze time. The air around him seemed to become heavy, making people feel depressed.

"Okay, I promise you." Finally, he nodded slightly, with a hint of determination in his eyes. His voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the air, with an irresistible force.

Qing Feiyu's body gradually became shriveled like a dead tree, and his power was like a surging tide, pouring into Meng Jin's body. The power was like a stream of hot magma, flowing through Meng Jin's body, making him feel an unprecedented burning and powerful feeling.

"Ah..." Meng Jin clearly felt an extremely powerful force surging in his body, and he couldn't help but let out a low roar. The sound seemed to come from an ancient giant beast, full of majesty and power. He exuded a terrifying aura that made people shudder, as if the devil from hell had descended on earth. The aura was like a black flame, burning everything around, making people afraid to approach.

After absorbing all of Qing Feiyu's energy, Meng Jin's strength was greatly improved as never before. His eyes flashed with a cold light like frost, and that light revealed a chilling murderous intent. His body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mysterious light, and that light was like a sharp blade, which made people afraid.

"Princess Ziyang, your doom has come!" Meng Jin muttered to himself, his voice filled with cold murderous intent. Those words filled the air like a curse, making people feel a deep fear.

He slowly turned around and walked steadily towards the Kyoto city wall with firm steps. Each step seemed to carry a great force, leaving deep footprints on the ground. His figure was elongated in the afterglow of the setting sun, looking lonely and majestic.

In him, a mysterious and powerful skill [Axis of Good and Evil] quietly awakened. That mysterious power was like a long-dormant dragon, about to break free and show its terrifying power to destroy the world. That power surged in his body, like a violent storm that could erupt at any time.

Meng Jin felt the powerful force in his body and was full of confidence. He knew that he was about to face an unprecedented challenge, but he was not afraid. He believed that with his own strength and this mysterious power, he would be able to defeat all enemies and achieve his goal.

The Kyoto city wall looks particularly solemn and majestic under the setting sun.

Princess Ziyang, dressed in a luxurious purple robe, stood gracefully on the city wall, her long hair swaying gently in the breeze, her beautiful yet somewhat sad face looking even more charming in the afterglow of the setting sun. At this moment, her eyes were fixed on the enemy Meng Jin, who was slowly approaching the city wall under the blood-red setting sun. That figure seemed like a demon from hell, carrying endless darkness and fear.

Princess Ziyang's heart was like a raging storm, and worries were like a thick dark cloud, tightly shrouding her soul. At this critical moment, four big words suddenly flashed through her mind - karma! These four words, like a huge bell, kept echoing in her heart.

"Is this my retribution?" Princess Ziyang murmured to herself, with a hint of confusion and puzzlement in her voice. Her eyes revealed her thoughts on fate and her feelings about the impermanence of the world. Her eyes, like autumn water, were filled with complex emotions at the moment, including resentment towards the enemy, worry about the future, and even doubts about the so-called "karma".