The Great Dream God

Kyoto, this once prosperous city, has now been ruthlessly devoured by the raging fire, and has fallen into a state of burning chaos. The thick smoke is like ink, rolling and swirling, covering the sky and the sun, as if it is going to dye the entire sky black. The flames shot up into the sky, like countless angry fire dragons, twisting their huge and ferocious bodies wantonly, spewing endless flames all around. The whole city is shrouded in this hellfire, as if it has fallen into the abyss of doomsday.

"This Kyoto city is going to be destroyed!" A commoner shouted in fear, his voice full of despair and helplessness, like a ghost floating in the flames and thick smoke. His eyes were dull as he looked at his home ravaged by flames, and the pain in his heart surged like a tide.

"The burning streets, the flames rising into the sky like angry dragons, just like countless rampant fire dragons, twisting their bodies wantonly, spewing endless flames all around." A man who looked like a scholar looked at the horrific scene and described it in a trembling voice. His eyes were full of fear and shock, as if the scene before him was the end of the world. His face looked particularly pale under the reflection of the fire, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but were instantly evaporated by the high temperature.

The blazing fire illuminated the chaotic and noisy scene below, making the entire Kyoto city look like hell on earth. People were running around, shouting and crying, forming a tragic symphony. Their figures were looming in the firelight, like souls lost in the darkness, desperately looking for hope of survival. The cries of children were heartbreaking, the screams of women pierced the night sky, and the shouts of men were full of despair and anger.

At this moment, the people of the Bluebird Clan, like a group of fierce and incomparable falcons, came whistling like a hurricane with unparalleled momentum. Their figures appeared particularly agile in the firelight, like lightning in the dark night, instantly illuminating this chaotic world.

"Kill!" the leader of the Bluebird tribe shouted, his voice as loud as a bell, echoing in the sky covered by flames. His eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if this battle was the whole meaning of his life. The long sword in his hand flashed a cold light under the reflection of the fire, like the sickle of the god of death, ready to reap the lives of the enemies at any time.

"Brothers, charge!" The warriors of the Bluebird tribe responded in unison, their voices resounding through the sky, with indomitable courage. Their faces were illuminated by the fire, looking particularly resolute, and their eyes were burning with the flames of battle. Their bodies were as hard as steel, their steps were as swift as the wind, and they bravely advanced towards the enemy.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the light of the fire, like evil spirits suddenly rushing out from the gloomy hell, exuding a chilling aura. Their resolute momentum was like a surging tide, sweeping over with overwhelming force. In a flash, they tightly surrounded the once arrogant Princess Ziyang.

Princess Ziyang stood proudly, like a towering, insurmountable mountain. Her narrowed eyes flashed with a cold light that seemed to freeze everything, which was daunting. Her long hair fell on her back like a waterfall, swaying gently in the breeze, exuding a mysterious and majestic aura. She was wearing a gorgeous purple robe with exquisite patterns embroidered on it, as dazzling as the stars in the night sky.

"You think you can trap me?" Princess Ziyang sneered, her voice was icy cold and full of disdain. Her eyes revealed a kind of arrogance, as if the people in front of her were just a group of ants, not worth her attention at all.

The purple flame in its body was like an ancient beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years, and was suddenly awakened at this critical moment. The flame burst out with a surging momentum, just like a raging sea, and its power shook the world. The flame was like a blooming purple lotus, with petals blooming layer by layer, emitting endless heat and light. In the center of the flame, there seemed to be a mysterious black hole, swallowing up all the power around it, making people feel an irresistible fear.

"Die!" Princess Ziyang shouted, and the flames in her hands turned into countless sharp blades, carrying endless destructive power, mercilessly tearing apart those fearless Qingque people who fought bravely. The flaming blades streaked across the night sky like lightning, leaving behind brilliant rays of light, as if an announcement of death. The blood of the Qingque warriors looked particularly bright red under the reflection of the flames, like a blooming flower, blooming on this bloody battlefield.

The Bluebird warriors did not retreat, they gritted their teeth and persisted. Their eyes were full of determination and courage, as if their lives were closely linked to this battle, and they were willing to pay any price for their beliefs and honor.

"Don't be afraid, our magic circle will definitely be able to restrain her!" The leader of the Bluebird tribe shouted. His voice was full of confidence and hope, as if this magic circle was their last hope to defeat the enemy.

The Qingque people were seen waving countless dazzling golden lights in the air, which intertwined and entangled with each other, and unexpectedly transformed into countless mysterious hexagram arrays. The light of the array was like a golden sun, illuminating the entire night sky, and reflecting the purple flames, forming a colorful picture.

"Look at our magic circle!" the leader of the Bluebird tribe shouted triumphantly. His eyes were full of pride and pride, as if this magic circle was the greatest masterpiece of his life.

The magic circle shone with dazzling and brilliant light, just like the bright and dazzling stars in the night sky. Then, countless rays of light shot towards Princess Ziyang like a dense rain of arrows. The speed of the light was extremely fast, like a meteor across the night sky, with an irresistible force.

"A trifle!" Princess Ziyang said disdainfully. She raised her right hand, which was as white as mutton fat jade, and in an instant, an indestructible and solid protective shield appeared around her. The protective shield emitted a mysterious and soft light, which protected her tightly. The light was like a layer of gauze, gently covering Princess Ziyang, making it impossible to see her face, but one could still feel her powerful aura.

"Can you break this shield?" Princess Ziyang taunted, her voice full of contempt and disdain. Her eyes revealed a kind of confidence, as if this shield was a symbol of her invincibility that no one could break.

The leader of the Bluebird tribe frowned and said, "Keep attacking. I don't believe that we can't break her shield!" His voice was full of firmness and determination, as if he would not give up easily. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would go all out.

The warriors of the Bluebird tribe launched another attack, and the light continued to shoot at the protective shield of Princess Ziyang. The light and the protective shield collided with each other, emitting dazzling rays of light, as colorful as fireworks. However, the protective shield was as solid as a rock, and the light attack did not have much effect.

Princess Ziyang laughed loudly and said, "With your abilities, you dare to challenge me?" Her laughter echoed in the night sky, full of arrogance and conceit. Her eyes revealed a kind of contempt for the enemy, as if she had already won and no one could stop her.

The leader of the Bluebird tribe shouted: "Don't be discouraged, we will definitely find her weakness!" His voice was full of encouragement and hope, as if he believed that as long as everyone united, they would be able to defeat the enemy.

At this moment, the flames in Princess Ziyang's hands once again underwent an amazing change. They rolled violently like surging waves, and the purple flames were like magnificent surging waves, rushing in all directions, unstoppable. The temperature of the flames rose sharply, and the surrounding air seemed to be burned and boiled, making a harsh "sizzling" sound, as if groaning in pain.

"Try the power of my flames!" Princess Ziyang shouted. Her voice was as loud as thunder, shaking the entire capital. The flames turned into huge fire dragons, baring their fangs and claws and rushing towards the people of the Qingque tribe. The fire dragons were huge and majestic, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Wherever the flames reached, the air seemed to be extremely distorted by the burning, making a harsh "sizzling" sound, as if groaning in pain. The extremely powerful force directly knocked the countless six-pointed star arrays away like bullets. The arrays bloomed with brilliant and dazzling light in the night sky, like beautiful fireworks, illuminating the night sky of the entire Kyoto city as bright as day. In this extremely brilliant light, the figure of Princess Ziyang appeared even taller and more majestic, as if a god had descended to the world.

"I am the emperor of this capital! The ruler!" Princess Ziyang said domineeringly, her eyes full of arrogance and conceit. Her voice echoed in the night sky, as if she was announcing her authority to the whole world.

"Don't even think about it!" the leader of the Bluebird tribe shouted angrily, "We won't let you succeed!" His voice was full of anger and determination, as if he was willing to defend the dignity of Kyoto City with his own life.

"We won't give up easily!" The warriors of the Bluebird tribe also shouted in unison. Their voices were like thunder, exploding in the night sky, expressing their unyielding will.

They launched another attack, their figures moving quickly through the firelight like ghosts. Their attack was as fierce as a storm, with a determination to die.

"Kill!" The warriors of the Bluebird tribe shouted frantically, their voices filled with anger and courage. Their attacks became more and more fierce and crazy, as if they would not stop until they completely defeated Princess Ziyang.

Princess Ziyang sneered, and the flame in her hand rose up again. The flame was like a huge volcano, erupting with endless energy and heat. The color of the flame became darker, as if it was the fire from hell, burning everything to ashes.

"You are a fool!" Princess Ziyang said contemptuously. Her eyes showed disdain for the enemy, as if she thought these people could not pose any threat to her at all.

The flames seemed to have their own life. They jumped happily, cheered to their heart's content, and pounced on the people of the Green Bird Clan. The temperature of the flames was so high that it seemed to be able to melt the entire world in an instant. Wherever the flames went, everything turned to ashes, leaving only desolation and despair.

"This fire is too terrible!" A Qingque warrior said tremblingly, his face full of fear. His eyes revealed a fear of death, as if he had seen his own end.

"Don't be afraid, we can't retreat!" another soldier shouted. His voice was full of determination and courage, as if he wanted to inspire everyone's morale with his actions.

The leader of the Bluebird tribe shouted, "Everyone hold on, we will definitely find a way to defeat her!" His voice was full of confidence and hope, as if he believed that as long as everyone united, they would be able to find a way to defeat the enemy.

The battle continues, and the sky above Kyoto is filled with smoke and flames. No one can predict how this fierce duel will end. The flames burn in the night sky, illuminating the entire city, and also illuminating the hope and despair in people's hearts. In this chaos and hustle and bustle, people seem to see the wheel of fate slowly turning, and their fate will also be determined in this battle.