The Great Dream God

At this critical moment, a subtle but very clear sound of wheels came into everyone's ears. The sound was particularly clear in the hall, which was originally like a quiet deep pool, like the sound of ethereal footsteps coming from an empty valley, crisp and pleasant, and eye-catching. Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted by this unique sound, and their sights also turned.

I saw a bird with green feathers pushing a delicate wheelchair forward slowly. On the wheelchair sat a man with an imposing manner. He was one of the three most famous and respected masters of the Bluebird Clan - Qing Changtian. His figure was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyebrows revealed an extraordinary heroic spirit. His eyes were deep and firm, as if he could see through everything. With the push of the bluebird, Qing Changtian slowly stepped into the venue. His appearance was like a ray of dawn in the dark night, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone present. Everyone's eyes were focused on him, hoping that he could bring a glimmer of hope to this difficult situation.

Qing Changtian's wheelchair slowly stopped, and he looked around with a calm and composed look in his eyes. His voice was deep and powerful, like a spring flowing through everyone's hearts: "Don't be so pessimistic, Princess Ziyang's order may have its own deep meaning. As ministers, we should put the overall situation first and not miss the big things because of a momentary anger." His words were concise and clear, but contained profound truths that made people convinced.

After hearing Qing Changtian's words, the anger and dissatisfaction in everyone's hearts subsided a little. They began to re-examine the current situation and think about how to deal with the upcoming challenges.

Qing Changtian continued, "Meng Jin is a very powerful man and should not be underestimated. But we are not ordinary people either. As long as we work together, we may be able to defeat him." There was a firm light in his eyes, as if he was conveying a belief to everyone, a belief to move forward courageously and fearlessly.

At this time, the atmosphere in the hall gradually became relaxed. The eyes of the people were no longer filled with worry and anxiety, but with determination. They began to actively pack their bags and organize their weapons to fully prepare for the upcoming battle.

Amid the busy crowd, Qingyun finally showed a relieved smile on his face.

When Qingyun saw this, a bright light of hope suddenly burst out in his eyes. That light was like the twinkling and dazzling stars in the dark night sky, instantly illuminating his originally dull and gloomy face, making it sparkle.

He was extremely anxious, and could not wait to walk to Qing Changtian like an arrow shot from a bow. His words were as urgent as the rushing and surging river, and he kept talking: "Qing Changtian, the current situation is like a pile of eggs, precarious, and shaky, just like a candle that is swaying in the wind, fragile and unstable, and it may be extinguished at any time by the raging wind, and fall into endless darkness."

"Meng Jin is so powerful that he is intimidating. He is like a towering, insurmountable mountain that stands before us and becomes a huge obstacle that we cannot avoid on our way forward. We urgently need you to step forward and fight outside the city to win the supreme glory for the Qingque tribe, so that our tribe name can shine again in this vast and boundless land, and bloom with dazzling brilliance, just like a meteor that cuts through the dark night sky, brilliant and eye-catching."

"Your bravery is like a towering mountain, unwavering; your wisdom and strategy are like the bright stars in the vast starry sky, shining brightly. You are respected and admired by everyone. At this moment, the Qingque tribe is at a critical moment of life and death, as if facing the abyss and treading on thin ice."

"Only you can lead us to break through these difficulties and obstacles, get rid of difficulties, move towards the other side of victory and usher in a bright future. Your strength is like a surging and unstoppable torrent, which can destroy all obstacles and flatten all difficulties and obstacles; your courage is like a bright and shining lamp that never goes out, which can illuminate our way forward and guide us in the direction of progress."

His words were filled with great eagerness and earnest expectation, as if he had placed all his hopes on Qing Changtian without reservation, regarding him as the only hope to save the Qingque tribe.

When Qingniao heard this, she was immediately furious. Her voice was full of anxiety and worry, as if it was a raging fire, hot and fierce, able to devour everything. "Brother is seriously injured. How can he be allowed to fight in this situation? This is clearly letting him die in vain and become a meaningless sacrifice! Qingyun, how can you be so careless about my brother's safety? His injuries are as heavy as a mountain, as if he is being pressed down by a thousand-pound boulder. Every inch of his skin is suffering endless pain, and every cell is struggling in agony. What he needs is a quiet rest and careful treatment, not to fight desperately on that cruel battlefield! Your behavior is simply pushing my brother into a desperate situation, into the bottomless dark abyss, and making him fall into a place of no return!"

Her eyes were filled with dissatisfaction and resentment towards Qingyun, and that look seemed to be able to burn people, like an extremely sharp and cold blade, piercing directly into Qingyun's heart, making him feel endless pain and guilt. Her anger was like a violent storm, fierce and impossible to ignore, as if it was going to sweep away everything in the world and destroy all beautiful things.

Qing Changtian stood there quietly, silently watching Qingyun and Qingniao quarreling fiercely, with deep helplessness and sadness on his face. He knew clearly that his injuries had reached the point of no return, like a huge mountain pressing on his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Every breath brought unbearable pain, as if countless sharp needles were piercing his lungs.

His body became extremely weak, as if a breeze could blow him down. His face was as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes revealed a glimmer of despair. His once strong body now seemed so fragile, as if it would break at any time.

The pain that penetrated deep into his bones was like a thorn in his flesh, constantly entangled him and made him unable to get rid of it. It was like an invisible rope, tightly binding his soul and plunging him into endless pain. Every night, he lay in bed, feeling the piercing pain, as if being bitten by millions of ants, making it impossible for him to fall asleep.

He had tried various methods to alleviate the pain, but to no avail. Medication, acupuncture, meditation... all his efforts were just a drop in the bucket and could not really eliminate the pain that penetrated deep into his bones. He began to lose hope for the future and felt that he had reached the end of his life.

However, despite his heart full of despair, Qing Changtian still endured the pain and tried to keep a calm expression. He didn't want Qingyun and Qingniao to see his pain, because he knew it would only make them more worried. He would rather bear this pain alone than bring more trouble to his family. However, as a member of the Qingque tribe, he knew in his heart that he had an unshirkable responsibility and duty. It was a solemn promise to his tribe members, loyalty to the family, and a sacred mission flowing in his blood, like a lighthouse that never goes out, illuminating his way forward and guiding his direction.